i'm out in the real world having a life and so should you

anonymous asked:

Hi Alice, odd question but: Do you believe asexuals belong in the LGBT community? I have a friend who identifies this way, but as a trans girl, I'm struggling to understand how she has to go through the same things as an LGBT person by being asexual. And struggle aside, I don't even see how asexuality is THAT different from heterosexuality, just with more... hesitation!? Maybe this sounds rude, but I know you've written about asexual people etc, and I wondered what you thought. No shade intended

Hi there. I’m glad you reached out to me about this because you must have really upset your friend by saying stuff like this to them.

It’s easy to see why not only cishet people, but also LGBT+ people, think that asexuality is fake. The world is awash with sex and sexual attraction. It’s everywhere. And everyone is supposed to want it and feel it. It’s so extremely normalised that the idea that someone could be literally UNABLE to feel sexual attraction is, to many people, absolutely bizarre and a joke.

Even if you acknowledge that asexuality is real, it’s also easy to see why you would be so quick to reject and get angry at asexual people who call themselves LGBT+. Because asexual people are not like you, are they. Unless they are trans, asexuals don’t have gender troubles, and unless they experience same-gender romantic attraction, asexuals don’t experience same-gender attraction! Lesbian, bi, gay etc people can all be joined together in their experience of same gender attraction, and all trans folks, binary and non binary, can be joined together in their experience of feeing a disconnect from their assigned birth gender.

The result? No one wants asexuals near them. People can’t relate. No one else feels the way asexuals do and people don’t think they should be part of the group. They’re not the same as you.

But oh god, they are not allowed in the cishet club either.

The first thing you need to try and unlearn is that asexuality is in any way similar to heterosexuality. It’s not. It’s so, so fucking not. It’s painful how different it feels to be asexual compared to being heterosexual. Telling an ace person that asexuality isn’t ‘THAT different from heterosexuality’ is about as accurate as saying being gay isn’t ‘THAT different from heterosexuality’. Being asexual means you do not experience sexual attraction, ever. EVER. And while that might seem easy to you, it’s an extremely painful and terrifying thing to learn about yourself, in a world where everyone is expected to have an array of sexual experiences, fall in love, get married, and anyone who doesn’t do that is strange and a freak.

Learning you are asexual can be terrifying. When you realise you’ve never had a crush, when all your friends have had ten each, you are terrified. When you pass the age where people have started dating and having sex and you still feel nothing - NOTHING - you are terrified. When you think about ever falling in love and the idea disgusts you, or you think about falling in love and you crave it, god you CRAVE it, but you know you can’t ever feel that, you are terrified. When you realise you will never be able to enjoy a normal romantic/sexual relationship, the ones full of passion like you see in the movies, and people will reject you because you can’t fancy them in that way, and there’s a higher chance for you than anyone else that you will simply die alone, without love, without children - you are terrified.

You think being ace is the same as heterosexuality? You think it’s an easy thing to learn about yourself? Explain the terror, then. I’m all ears.

The fact you see asexuality as 'hesitation’ is really horrifying to me. Asexuals aren’t attracted to the opposite gender but 'hesitant’ to act on it. Asexuals DO NOT feel attraction. To anyone. It’s not a choice. It’s not a way of life. It’s not the same as celibacy out of choice, or being a 'prude’, or waiting till marriage. It is ingrained in you, just like being gay is, just like being trans is. It is a part of you that no matter how hard you try to will it away, no matter how hard you try to persuade yourself otherwise, you cannot help it. You DO NOT feel attracted to ANYONE.

And in saying all this, I fully acknowledge that asexuals do not experience the extent of oppression that other LGBT+ folks do. There are no laws regarding asexuality. Lesbian, gay, bi, trans, and other LGBT+ folks no doubt experience a higher level and intensity of systematic oppression to asexuals, more frequently go through hard experiences due to their orientation or gender. But since when did being LGBT+ become a competition for 'who’s the most oppressed’? Is that what LGBT+ is? You’re only allowed in the club if you’re 'oppressed enough’? If you’re 'gay enough’? If you’re 'trans enough’?

If you need persuading that asexuals do experience their own form of oppression, though, consider the number of asexuals who are coerced into sex in order to 'fix’ them. Consider the emotional pain that I have already discussed, of feeling that there is something fundamentally wrong and gross about you because you feel attracted to no one. Consider the number of asexuals who are hounded or emotionally abused by their families for failing to find partners. Consider the number of asexuals who force themselves to have sexual experiences, because it is the norm, because they don’t even know what asexuality is, because THEY think that they are just 'hesitant’, despite finding sex disgusting and feeling no desire to do it. Do you really think asexuals are just running around, free and happy and content in who they are? They aren’t. I’m not.

So go ahead. Cast aside asexuals if you want. Call them attention-seeking, call them special snowflakes. Ignore the pain they feel. Make them go through it alone, in pain, terrified of what they are. Why on earth would the LGBT+ community be a place to support people like that!?

Messages like the one you have just sent me gives me further reason to never talk about that part of myself. To just sit and cry about it at home day after day because I do not like myself. Because I feel that nobody will accept me or understand who I am. I could list the number of things people have said to me to discredit and laugh at this part of myself, but it’s people like you who make me embarrassed to talk about it, too scared to own a label and talk about it freely and openly.

I thought, going into this, that the LGBT+ community was one of total respect, understanding, and empathy. I learnt pretty quickly that it is not.

I send love to your asexual friend. I really, really do.

Disclaimer: I am very aware of the nuances of asexuality, of the differences between romantic/aesthetic/sexual attraction, but sadly it seems that many people can’t even grasp the basic concept of asexuality, so I don’t quite think they’re ready for that yet.

Podcast rec list

My old podcast rec/request list is still getting notes so I figured I’d make a new list with everything I’ve downloaded since then. Favourites are italicized*.

For updates, please check @insomniac-podcaster.

Audio drama (Fantasy)

  • Alba Salix, Royal Physician* - Follows trials and tribulations of Farloria’s head witch of the House of Healing, Alba Salix. It is a 6-part mini-series (+ bonuses) with no future episodes currently planned.
  • The Behemoth -  15-year-old Madyson tells the story of the Behemoth, a large, lumbering beast that has emerged from the waters off of Cape Cod. It will be a 20-part mini-series.
  • Hello From the Magic Tavern - An improv comedy podcast hosted by Arnie, a man who accidentally passed through a portal into the land of “Foon”. Every week Arnie interviews patrons of the Vermilion Minotaur tavern including monsters, wizard, and adventurers.

Audio drama (Horror)

  • Alice Isn’t Dead* - A truck driver searches across America for the wife she had long assumed was dead, encountering not-quite-human serial murderers, towns literally lost in time, and a conspiracy that goes way beyond one missing woman along the way. This podcast is produced by the same people who brought you Welcome to Night Vale.
  • Archive 81 - These are the recovered tapes of missing archivist Daniel Powell, posted by a well-meaning friend hoping to locate him.
  • Help Me - Nicole investigates the mysterious death of her friend Olivia and possible link to a dangerous entity. It is a 15-part mini-series with no future episodes currently planned.
  • Limetown* - Radio host Lia Haddock investigates the sudden disappearance of the residents of Limetown. It is a 7-part mini-series (+ bonuses) with future seasons (and possibly a TV show) in the works.
  • Return Home - Jonathan Baker returns to his home town after being contacted by a mysterious entity. Episodes are broken up into multiple parts aired every week, with breaks between episodes.

Audio drama (Pseudo-radio show)

  • The Black Tapes* - (horror) A weekly radio show hosted by Alex Reagan that investigates unsolved paranormal phenomenon documented by the Strand Institute. They also produce TANIS.
  • The Message* - (sci-fi) Nicky Tomalin documents the work of a team of cryptologists as the attempt to decipher an alien message. It is an 8-part mini-series.
  • Good Morning Zakera Ward - (sci-fi, Mass Effect) A morning radio show set in the Mass Effect universe. It is an 11-part series that appears to have ended abruptly, but is still worth a listen if you’re a fan of the games.
  • King Falls AM - (sci-fi/fantasy) A late-night talk show from quaint town of King Falls that is frequently interrupted by peculiar happenings and paranormal events.
  • TANIS - (horror) A docu-drama series hosted by Nic Silver exploring the myth and conspiracy of Tanis. They also produce The Black Tapes.
  • Welcome to Night Vale - (cosmic horror)  Community radio updates for the small desert town of Night Vale, featuring local weather, news, announcements from the Sheriff’s Secret Police, mysterious lights in the night sky, dark hooded figures with unknowable powers, and cultural events.

Audio drama (Sci-Fi)

  • ars PARADOXICA* - A journey through spacetime and the Cold War with Dr. Sally Grissom, a physicist send back in time when an experiment goes awry.
  • The Bright Sessions* - The recorded therapy sessions of Dr. Bright, who provides support for patients with unusual talents. ((It’s more of a paranormal drama that a true sci-fi)).
  • The Bunker - A breakfast radio show broadcast back in time to us from the post-apocalyptic year 2414. It’s a 12-part mini-series, and the developers are currently working on another sci-fi series that will be titled Mars Corp.
  • EOS 10* - The adventures of two maladjusted doctors, their medical team, and a hypochondriac ex-prince aboard an intergalactic travel hub.
  • Kakos Industries - Corporate announcements for Kakos Industries, a corporation dedicated to helping you ‘do evil better’.
  • Liberty - Tales from Atrius, a colony cut off from humanity and racked by civil war, and the surrounding lawless expanse known as the Fringe. It consists of multiple mini-series.
  • Sayer - Acclimate to life on Earth’s man-made second moon, Typhon, with the assistance of the self-aware AI SAYER.
  • Thrilling Adventure Hour - A podcast in the style of an old-timey radio show consisting of the regular sub-series ‘Sparks Nevada: Marshall on Mars’ and ‘Beyond Belief’ as well as other segments.
  • Wolf 359*** - Follows the crew of the U.S.S. Hephaestus Research Station as they orbit around the red dwarf Wolf 359. This is my all-time favourite series - you should be downloading it right now… unless you’ve already heard it in which case you should definitely treat yourself and listen to it again.

Informational

  • Dan Carlin’s Hardcore History - As the title implies, this is really hardcore history. Episodes are exceedingly well-researched and is surprisingly easy to listen to considering the density of the subject matter.
  • Lore - A podcast examining myths and folktales alongside the true dark stories that either inspired or arose from them. A chilling listen that also has a TV show in the works.
  • Myths and Legends - Re-tellings of both popular and obscure legends that make them very accessible to a modern audience (i.e. people like me who DON’T read Beowulf in it’s original Old English for fun in their free time).
  • Sleep With Me* - Honestly, I have no idea what this podcast is actually about because Ackerman’s ramblings are so soothing I’m usually asleep shortly after turning it on. If you have insomnia and problems falling asleep to silence (like myself), this is a must-download - it’s more engaging that rain/wave/whale noises but you don’t have to worry about missing anything.

Literature

  • Escape Pod - Every episode consists of a sci-fi short story from a variety of sub-genres, and they are generally 30-60 minutes in length. If you enjoy Escape Pod, also check out their fantasy (PodCastle) and horror (PseudoPod) podcasts.
  • The NoSleep Podcast - Narrations of short horror stories posted to the NoSleep reddit board. It’s featured horror stories for every squick and trigger imaginable so be careful with this one if you aren’t into hardcore horror, and definitely heed the warnings at the beginnings of episodes.

True Crime

  • Serial - I don’t think it’s possible to be a podcast fan and not have (at the very least) heard about Serial. If you haven’t listened to it yet, definitely give it a go - there’s a reason it was at the top of the (Canadian) iTunes store for close to a year. It’s produced by ‘This American Life’, which is another professionally-produced podcast worthy of downloading.
  • Someone Knows Something - A series produced by CBC that examines unsolved cases of missing or murdered individuals.
  • Thin Air Podcast - Two English majors investigate cold cases by examining evidence and interviewing people involved with the original investigation.

Pending - I either haven’t started these or haven’t listened to enough to categorize them, but most have been rec’d by multiple sources so check them out!

  • A New Winter - A first-hand account of the unsolved murders and disappearances of 25 people in a small UK village.
  • The Cleansed: A Post-Apocalyptic Saga - (audio drama - sci-fi) An epic post-apocalyptic saga set in a world ravaged by fossil fuel scarcity.
  • Greater Boston - An audio drama set in Boston that blends the real and the unreal, the historical and the fantastical.
  • Hadron Gospel Hour - (audio drama - sci-fi)A sci-fi comedy/adventure following a duo of scientists stranded ouside of spacetime in the Hadron Bunker.
  • Jim Robbie and the Wanderers - (audio drama - sci-fi) Follows two female musicians travelling surreal America with their robot companion, Jim Robbie.
  • Monster Talk - (informational) Examines the science behind cryptozoological and legendary monsters. 
  • The Night Blogger - (audio drama - paranormal) It appears to follow blogger Brian Foster’s encounters with the paranormal.
  • Our Fair City - (audio drama - sci-fi) A campy (their words), post-apocalyptic audio drama.
  • Pete’s Paranormal Chronicles -  (audio drama) In 1996, Pete Schwartz began work on a documentary series called Pete’s Paranormal Chronicles, but his sanity began to unravel during the production of the program and he became completely immersed in a nationwide conspiracy.
  • The Twilight World of Ultimate Smoothness - A podcast chronicling the decline and fall of radio veteran Greg Willis. It is a 6-part mini-series.
  • Ruby: The Adventures of a Galactic Gumshoe -  (audio drama) Ruby is a hip, tough-talking detective hired to track down the malefactors who are manipulating the media on the planet Summa Nulla (the “high point of nothing”).
  • Unexplained - (informational) A podcast about strange and mysterious real-life events that continue to evade explanation.

As always, if there’s a podcast you like that’s missing from this list, please drop me a line (message, ask, fan mail, raven, etc. etc.) and I’ll check it out! I’ll also be adding a podcast link to my blog featuring this list with updates. Enjoy~

Allow me to rant about Maggie and Sanvers

When we first meet Maggie, we learned three basic things about the character: she’s an out and proud lesbian, she’s a cocky little shit, she cares a lot about people. For a while, this is all we had to hold on to. Maggie’s layers were added painstakingly slowly, and you had to pay attention to see what they were. Looking back, the traits that made Maggie Sawyer the woman we love, were always there, we just didn’t know it.

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 8: Change of Plans

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 7 - Part 9 (coming soon)

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 3171

Author’s Note: Gah sorry this took so long. I’m already starting on prt 9, so hopefully it won’t be as long for the next one.

Originally posted by gliceria

This morning is a battle. It’s a battle to focus on really anything but Y/N. I’m just not sure what to make of any of this. I have no idea what she’s thinking while she flits around the campsite packing up the sleeping bags and tent while Sam works on breakfast. She doesn’t seem any warmer to me than she is to Sam, playfully dodging his reach when she steals a piece of bacon, or than when she grabs Steve’s arm to get an extra lift to push the tent bag on top of the car. I can’t figure out if this morning was just a weird thing in an emotional moment or if it was something more.

It’s also a battle over the next stop. She’s sitting stubbornly on the picnic table holding her atlas while Sam begs her to get in the car. Steve is rolling his eyes and I’m barely holding back my laughter.

“Come on! You’re being such a princess!” Sam scoffs, “Get in the car.”

“No! Vegas is not part of the plan!” She shouts back defiantly.

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50% OFF Starters pt 2
  • "If you continue your attempts at flirting, I will be forced to take DRASTIC measures."
  • "I like watching you from behind."
  • "Stunning deduction sherlock."
  • *demonic voice* "by the darkest sun that casts its menacing rays of the furthest madness, we sense your intentions, (name). the gibbering of mad cultists whisper wicked words to temporal winds, they inform us that you are not to be trusted. Usurper. Usurper."
  • "USURPER!"
  • "I've heard a lot about you and your extensive collection of tank tops, like I'm thinking about getting like 10 more."
  • "Calm down little dude."
  • "the fear of drowning is a primal one. it's a feeling of helplessness, of losing all control. struggling against an inevitable fate as your lungs fill with water..."
  • "I don't need a piece of paper to tell me how to swim or how to fuck Dean Winchester."
  • "You know I had a dream like this once, you surprisingly had more clothes on, though, at least at the start."
  • "ten bucks says he dies."
  • "I'm gonna go run my feelings off."
  • "Yeah it didn't work out... for them."
  • "I have to go scream confusing, end-of-the-world ramblings at people under the freeway."
  • "I feel like I should argue this, but the potential for implied sexual antics is far too appealing."
  • "do not be alarmed! I am about to be hilarious."
  • "Maybe you should stop dragging me to these rap battles then!"
  • "I WANT YOU TO SHARE THE THINGS IN MY LIFE THAT ARE IMPORTANT TO ME!"
  • "I was under the impression there would be implied sexual antics, time to take matters into my own hands!"
  • "This feels a little exploitative."
  • "I need a soda. Or therapy. Probably both."
  • "Yeah it started because K-pop concert security is tougher than it looks but I just got hooked on the feeling of crushing someones face in with a solid right cross."
  • "sHHSHHshhshhhhh shut up shut up! shh I SMELL BOYS BEING GAY."
  • "Excuse me I am trying to scream my feelings into your mouth!"
  • "That wasn't hot... it was just fucking weird..."
  • "It's not what I would have you in, but I do appreciate beauty in all its many forms. mostly that cute booty though."
  • "hey, the heart wants what the heart wants."
  • "It may be hard to believe, but recently I lost the ability to read."
  • "Just because you can't read the words, doesn't mean you can't enjoy the book in a different way."
  • "boom! done. advice over. let's go get shitfaced!"
  • "Alright I brought the bitch-board for (name)."
  • "Alright let's call it what it is, a sissy paddle."
  • "calm down (name) we weren't talking about your internet search history."
  • "MY SWEET BABY SWAM!"
  • "didn't we make a pact to stop her from doing this weeb shit?"
  • "this better not be anymore or (name)'s weird porn!"
  • "Please call the police, because I look so good in this it should be against the law! uh, don't actually call the police though, I WILL incriminate all of you."
  • "Yeah but didn't they train on those islands where all those teenagers were killed? ...and those witch burnings happened? ...and all that toxic waste was spilled?"
  • "if you die, I get fired and I like this job. people don't ask questions here."
  • "fish-men walk among us. conquerers of land, BORN FROM THE OCEAN--"
  • "I don't need him to make weird pornography, I have prawns for that."
  • "Finally moving out, son? I'd like to say it's been fun. I'd like to. But I won't."
  • "hey check me out! I'm on a bout!"
  • "Sit down and stop making 2009 references!"
  • "nah, I scream enough at the unforgiving void of space."
  • "DON'T STEAL MY BONES!"
  • "You know, the ocean goblin? He lives in the ocean and if you don't brush your teeth he steals your bones."
  • "Ok I'm done for the day. If anyone needs me I'm gonna be in the tent looking at weird porn."
  • "Hey, you miss every ball you don't hit."
  • "You say 'you people' like you're not part of the family. I've got some news for you, you're already on the christmas card."
  • "You think these antics would fly at the german club?"
  • "brush your teeth, kid."
  • "Can you hear it? the ocean... it wants blood."
  • "I'm the best damn shot we've got."
  • "You know, when I was a kid, before my dad got hit by that train, he said, '(name) don't let your friends swim out into the ocean and get stranded on the haunted island of camp kill-a-teen.' and here we are... stranded on the... haunted island of camp kill-a-teen..."
  • "that's fair."
  • "hey tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumbass!"
  • "It's fine, baby, if you get scared you can squeeze my hand."
  • "now let's make like scooby-doo and split up to find a clue."
  • "In 1991 a case was discovered where a man had the remains of over fifteen victims hidden in his apartment, over 40% of which were stored within his refrigerator. do you know how unsanitary that is?"
  • "you're so cute when you never shut up. Now shut up."
  • "all hail decision cube!"
  • "that's when you started walking on the wild side, right?"
  • "I AM NOT SOME PETTY CRIMINAL!"
  • "Does anyone want to hear my tragic backstory?"
  • "Bed? But what about possible axe-murderers?"
  • "And we solved the curse of the island, and realized that the real axe murderer was love, all along."
  • "It was a good night for all of us, let's spend more nights in abandoned lighthouses."
  • "That hottie from the track team is here and I wanna ask politely is he wants to get rowdy in the back of my dad's Prius."
  • "YOU CAN'T CATCH ME GAY THOUGHTS"

nicky forces neil to get a new phone and eventually neil makes an instagram and as he starts getting more followers he gets more comfortable with having social media and does 60 second Q&A’s with the team at the fans request

  • the first one he does is with kevin because of popular demand
  • neil does it on the court after night practice with kevin and he reads a few questions that exy fans have commented on his previous posts
  • ‘kevin, what are you a queen of besides exy? no I’ll answer this, the answer is nothing, kevin sucks”
  • “fuck off neil” kevin gets serious and the rest of the video is kevin extensively and aggressively talking about exy until the timer cuts off
  • he does dan next and it’s the cutest 60 second video out there okay dan is sitting next to matt on the couch while neil is filming
  • he asks her how it feels to be “the best female exy captain in the NCAA” dan gets the biggest smile on her face and scrunches up her nose before she answers
  • ‘oh that’s sweet, who wants to know? I like this person. It feels great! but it’s stressful at times, there is a lot of sexism in the world but I usually ignore it in favor of focusing on how lucky I am to have such a great team.”
  • matt’s looking at her while she’s talking and u can literally see the love and admiration in his eyes, fans are crying in the comments about how cute they are, so am I
  • when he does renee, most of the comments are asking about her hair so she explains how she dilutes the bright colors by mixing them with conditioner to make them more pastel
  • “but that’s the easy part, root upkeep is the worst tho, I hate touch ups.”
  • neil vaguely knows what she’s talking about cause he’ll sit in the room when andrew helps her with her hair
  • nicky manages to tell half his life story in 60 seconds
  • neil uploads a second video of nicky giving advice to queer kids afraid to come out because of strict and religious parents or unsafe home lives
  • aaron walks away when neil tries to do his so instead neil uploads a five second video that’s just him zooming in on aaron sitting in a beanbag chair playing video games “aaron’s a dick.”
  • matt gets asked about his boxing background and he beams at the chance to talk about his mom
  • “she’s so badass, she taught me everything I know, she could kick anyone’s ass” he points at the camera “she’ll kick your ass. better watch out”
  • allison gives fashion tips, she also roasts neil for how he dressed when he first joined the team “god u guys should have seen him, fucking awful. nicky and I fixed him up tho, but it took a lot of work cause neil likes to make things difficult” 
  • when neil gets to andrew nobody expects him to actually upload anything but when he does the results are hilarious
  • neil sits next to andrew with the camera frontfaced so half of neil’s face is in the frame, andrew is curled up on the couch with a pint of ice cream and his glasses on “it’s time for your interview andrew”
  • andrew just stares at him
  • “why didn’t you sign with the rav- wait that’s a stupid fucking question, we’re not doing that one. alright. how many times have you and aaron been mistaken for one another?” 
  • andrew stares at the camera in silence
  • “tragic. next question. how are you so good at blocking goals?
  • silence
  • “incredible. what is your honest opinion about kevin day?”
  • andrew stares for a couple seconds before rolling his eyes and getting up to walk away, neil laughs and nods “I agree” 
  • BONUS: andrew has neil’s phone while they’re on the roof, neil is holding his cigarette and andrew starts filming, pointing the camera so you can only see neil
  • “hey junkie, it’s your turn to be interviewed” “alright” 
  • “how does it feel to finally have a real home?” 
  • neil smiles softly, but he’s looking at andrew not the camera “like I’m finally living, like I’ve got everything I could ever want”
  • there’s a short pause before you can faintly hear “285%” and the video cuts off

scully-loves-ruthie  asked:

21 for the date fic prompts. Please! :)

Prompt:  drive-in movie. 

Set in early season six, definitely after Dreamland. 

“So Mulder,” Scully fastens her seatbelt and thows him a side glance as he navigates out of his parking space, “where are we going?” Mulder calling her on a Friday night at 8 p.m. stopped being unusual years ago and when he called her tonight, she didn’t even pretend to be surprised. Neither did she pretend to have any plans. Her weekends are eerily quiet now that she and Mulder are off the x-files, and whenever Mulder comes up with something that sparks his interest (his interest is easily sparked, she can’t deny, but wacky road trips are still better than sitting at home, alone), she tries not to sound too enthusiastic. Scully keeps a packed bag in her closet just in case. Not that she’d ever admit that to Mulder. He’ll tell her about his latest find and she’ll roll her eyes, try her best to disprove whatever theory he has, but she wouldn’t trade these moments for anything.

“You’ll see when we get there.”

“Mulder, I’d like to be prepared. I didn’t even know what to wear. So what is this about?” His eyes wander over to her, take in her whole appearance, and she can’t help the slight shiver that causes goosebumps to break out on her skin. She sits up straight, clears her throat, and hopes Mulder doesn’t realize the effect he has on her.  

“What you’re wearing is just fine.”  

“Can you at least give me a hint?” Mulder laughs; it’s a sound she doesn’t get to hear very often and when she does, she revels in it. When his laughter is real, like it is now, he sounds just like a young boy, lighthearted and without a single care in the world. Scully bites her lips to keep herself from smiling.

“No hints, Scully. Just wait and see.”

Much sooner than expected, Mulder slows down the car. Scully turns to look at him, then at their surroundings. She was expecting a dark alley, a hidden road - anything but this well-lit place that looks like a gathering spot for something. What, though, she can’t tell from the car.

“Mulder, what is this place?” Again, he just grins and steers the car onto a graveled path and then she sees it.

“A drive-in movie theater? Mulder?” He doesn’t pay her any attention and instead flirts with the youngish woman, who hands him their tickets. Scully stares at him intently, willing him to turn to her, to explain what they’re doing here and why they need tickets in the first place.

“Mulder!”

“What? Do you want popcorn?”

“Do I want popcorn? Mulder, I want to know what we’re doing here!” In front of them, a movie bursts onto the screen, loud and crackling. Scully is temporarily distracted, recognizing the beginning, and when she finally turns back to Mulder, she finds he’s looking at her. There’s a hint of shyness playing in his expression that he tries to hide behind his bright smile.

“I thought that maybe… it’s Friday night, you know. I thought we could watch a movie.” Scully waits, expects him to be joking. He does that a lot, especially these days, and it’s taken her years to understand his humor. Appreciate it even; sometimes anyway. Today, though, he stays quiet. His eyes lock with hers and he blinks a few times, waiting for her to say something. It’s not a joke, it dawns on her, and she doesn’t quite know how to handle this. How to handle being with him like this when there’s no need. No case, no lead. Nothing but a movie.

“Watch a movie.” It’s not clever, but her mind is empty; when it comes to Mulder she expects everything from strange lights to extraterrestrials and haunted houses. She does not expect impromptu movie dates. Her eyes widen in realization.

“Is this… Mulder? Is this a… date?” Scully almost whispers the word. She hasn’t been on a date in years. Not with Mulder, not with anyone. For all she knows, she is misinterpreting the situation and making him uncomfortable. He shifts in his seat and Scully fears the worst.

“It’s, uhm, whatever you want it to be, Scully,” Mulder’s voice is calm, gentle, “I felt like watching a movie – with you. Have you ever seen “Bringing Up Baby”, Scully?“ She nods, unable to verbalize her answer. She turns her head towards the screen for a moment and against all odds, feels herself relax.

"It’s a good movie – a classic,” Mulder goes on when she remains quiet, “We’ve been on the road quite a lot these last few weeks despite our current assignment,” he almost spits the last word, “and I thought we could take a break. I know you wanted to get out of the car,” he chuckles, turning his face towards the huge screen, “but maybe being in the car like this, maybe…” Mulder clears his throat and regards her; his expression is hard to read in the semi-darkness now, “It’s as close to a normal life as I can muster right now, Scully. So this,” he gestures vaguely, “can be whatever you want it to be.”

They both watch the movie silently for a moment; the bickering and bantering reminds Scully of them and maybe that’s why he thought it’d be a great idea for a date. Their first date. He could have asked her, she thinks. Ask her out on a date, like normal people do. Then again, he is not normal. Neither of them is, so why should their first date be normal?

Scully smiles; first at the black and white scenes in front of them, then at Mulder. She can’t tell if he’s really this immersed in the movie or trying to be nonchalant considering that she has not yet uttered a word about any of this. They’re still not out of the car and maybe they’ll never be; whether they’re friends, partners or even more, their stuck in this car; together. No matter what she told him - she doesn’t remember but of course he doe - she knows that she doesn’t want to be anywhere else. Or with anyone else.

“Mulder?” She needs him to look at her when she tells him. Shadows play on his face and in a particular bright moment caused by the screen, she thinks she sees hope shimmering in his eyes.

“It’s a date. I want it to be a date.” He swallows, relieved, and nods at her. Both still bewildered how to navigate this, them, he turns his face back towards the movie. Scully, deciding he’s been brave enough tonight bringing her here, takes his hand into hers and doesn’t let go until the movie is over.

anonymous asked:

Real question. How can you support sjm and her books (I made myself read them sine everyone talks about them and they are racist af and culturally appropriative, particularly ACOMAF) while also blogging so much about POC and representation? You do you, but as a woman of color I'm real confused by that.

I’ve spoken about this a lot. I have many problems with SJM’s books. I have problems with her poc involvement specifically and her ‘cultural appropriation’. (If I can find the questions I’ve answered already on this topic, i’ll link them, but I mostly went in depth this past summer.)

As for ACOMAF, there is definitely cultural appropriation but in a loose form of the definition. “Cultural appropriation is the adoption or use of the elements of one culture by members of another culture. Cultural appropriation may be perceived as controversial or harmful, notably when the cultural property of a minority group is used by members of the dominant culture without the consent of the members of the originating culture.” - wikipedia. In my opinion, what SJM is doing is not exactly cultural appropriation. I think she took ideas of different cultures and made them into her ‘own’ world. Now, I’m not saying she didnt misuse information. I think there is loose appropriation in the books. But I don’t think we can assign it to cultural appropriation. This isnt me saying that there arent problems with the books. There most definitely is. But I think giving this a fair shake is important (and if you know me, I love being unfair and small things can make me pop off - especially when regarding race). I also think she tried to avoid that at all costs? She hinted towards the appropriation of culture in clothing, food, and setting specifically. But I feel like she really did try to dodge that fat bullet.

I dont see acotar or acomaf being racist. I see problems in it, of course, but I don’t see it as being racist in the slightest. I see people that misinterpret the book (like making Rhys and other Ilyrians white) as racism and white washing, but i dont see the book as being racist. Now, if Rhys, Cass, Amren, and Az were actually terrible characters, or shown in that light to the protagonist, then yes, I would say automatically, this is racist as fucking hell. But I dont see that. 

However, one thing that has bothered me about acomaf was specifically the treatment of the summer court. I’ve explained this before in another post which I’ll have to find. It’s not how she depicted the summer court or the people in it. In fact, I felt it was beautifully articulated. But I absolutely HATE the treatment of Tarquin. It is one of my biggest fucking pet peeves of the book. I love how she made his character, but I despise how Feyre and Rhys treated him. I am not so sure that is boiled down to race though (and again, I’m easily one to say it is. But in this instance, i’m not so sure). 

Now, I can go ALL FUCKING DAY, about Nehemia. ALL. FUCKING. DAY. Because that STILL pisses me off. I don’t care how fucking strong of a character she was, I dont care how beloved she is now, she was still a person of color that killed her fucking self to FURTHER the white characters narrative. That will forever fucking piss me off. Her AND Sorcha. (I went into an entire rant about it. I’ll have to find them though)

With all that said and done, I think an important question to keep in mind is how deep do we get into things like this? If SJM was a woman that only wrote about white characters, we would be up in arms, calling her racist, and that she hates poc. If she wrote about only poc characters, being a white woman, we would be saying that shes being culturally appropriative, that she doesnt understand, that she should stay in her lane, etc. 

SJM is a woman that is writing about people while I think, trying her best to be inclusive and diverse. Shes a fucking white woman writing about it though. i don’t expect it to be perfect. But as a white woman, no matter what she does, no matter what she writes about, shell be criticized by being either too white, or too out of her lane. Like, anything she does, she will literally be criticized for it and the only way she wouldnt be, is if she was a person of color. (I guess she gets a narrow - extremely narrow- glimpse of what we feel).

These are just my opinions. I know people wont agree. But this is why I, a mixed (black and armenian), bi, woman, who makes social/political art based around race in her daily life, read sjm books (Specifically acotar. I’ve fallen off of the ToG bandwagon. EoS didnt jazz me and I’m still fucking pissed about Nehemia after all these years). I would love for this to open up a dialogue though. You can tell me I’m wrong, that’s fine. I would love to hear other people’s opinions - especially people of color. 

Divine

I followed all the rules, when I came here the first time. Listened to all of the stories, the tips, believed all of the warnings and the worries. Watched some classmates disappear, sometimes covered with excuses of transfers, sometimes not, watched suspiciously or with awed eyes to those who were suspected to be other.

But I never saw a single thing. I never saw the creatures late in the library, I never heard things scratching on my windows, and I never felt eyes on the back of my neck walking home in all the dark, clutching iron nails in my jacket pockets.
I’m from the South, you see, and down there we don’t have this Fae nonsense. There’s no flimsy fairy circle to be warned about, no rock in the middle of the road; sure, I’d read the fables, but that’s all they were to me. Fables.

I believed in something different. That’s all it came down to; belief. 
So when I brought the shrine with me, and gave it its own shelf, I shouldn’t’ve been surprised that everything left me alone for the first year. I shouldn’t’ve been surprised that, as I was deaf to my gods, so was I blind to the Fae. (You learn to listen in other ways.)

It was only that first summer, when I wore something other than a t-shirt for the first time, and my ankh tattoo finally was blessed by the sun for the first time, and my friend flinched away from me when I turned to talk to someone, it was only then that I started to take note.
I couldn’t see them - of course, this will come as no surprise - I couldn’t see them, I couldn’t hear or touch them, not like some of my friends swore they could, but.
When I was holding that ankh necklace, when I was wearing that tattoo, when I was believing, they could tell. I learned which days to wear the necklace over my shirts, and which days to hide it under the binder.

It wasn’t until two years later, when I painted gold onto my eyelids, that I could see for the first time.
But that’s getting ahead of myself. I had two years of knowing nothing; of seeing friends Taken and gone, of some of them coming back, of wondering what it was that I wasn’t seeing, and wondering when my belief wasn’t going to hold me safe anymore.
I brought my cat up to campus, in one of the apartments nearby (did the campus own these? were they just affiliated with it? I’m still not sure, to this day) and then when I set up my shrine, certain friends stopped coming in without permission. My cat followed me about the small space, over and over again, waited for me by the door every single day, and purred on my lap for hours. (It wasn’t until years later that I would call him a “familiar” for the first time.)

The next year was rough. I still never saw a thing; I made friends, I joined clubs, I branched out to new places and new people and new classes, I drew fantastical things in my sketchbook, I wondered and wondered whether the softest tone of a bell I heard in one class was something Other, I wondered and wondered whether the thunderclap that we all heard one day with clear sky was something Other, and yet I never knew anything for sure.

I stopped carrying iron, stopped wasting my ramen packets (that stuff is so, so bland without it, so I savored every possibly last bite I got) stuffing them in pockets, stopped wondering. I stopped looking at certain students with awe and wonder, stopped darting glances over my shoulder late at night, stopped pretending to have seen something my classmates had. I had followed all the rules; done everything right; and never seen a thing. I had friends who would swear up and down and around the mountain that they were real, that the Gentry (their word, never mine), had done this or that, that they had seen something or other, but never me. It was a quaint university, that was for sure, but was it really magical?

And then I saw her. She was the first person to ever seem More, to me, the first person to shine in my eyes like she had some kind of luck brimming in her smile, the first person to freeze me solid with her laugh (oh, there were others, who sent shivers all up and down my spine in the best ways, but this one, this one was different somehow) and the first person to touch the fox tail I’d worn for years with wonder, and not disgust or barely-hidden half-curiosity half-abhorrence. 

I bribed her with gummy sharks, all the while thinking about the fables - for, to me, they were truly only fables - of eating food in the Fae world, of being stuck there forever. All the while wondering breathlessly about the idea that maybe, for the first time, I was Seeing.

I met her again on the lawn, looking for someone else, and I sat and found that she, too, drew fantastical things and creatures without name. I found that she wore no shoes, and when she laughed I wanted to listen to the sound forever. And when her eyes glittered just so, then I wanted to drown in their blue.

I bribed her with gummy sharks, and dances, and honesty; the greatest gift that one could give on this campus, I had learned, and I’d honed mine to a brutal point.
And, eventually, when I tangled my fingers finally in that curly ocean of teal, dyed colors and colors that I did not know could come in a tube or a on a brush, I felt like magic for a moment.

It wasn’t until she flinched at the first mirror that I started to suspect anything, for real. It wasn’t until then that my heart knew, and my mouth started speaking with that brutal honesty it was so good at. It wasn’t until then that something in my gut changed, something in my heart stirred, and something in my hearing clicked.
I heard padding footsteps on the path behind me, that night, felt something curling in the mist around me, that night, as I walked away from her dorm.

I still didn’t believe it. Not really, not truly; but I did clutch to my necklace when I walked away, a little too fast, and I did relax in my car, sheathed in metal, a little too much. 

She changed me.

And when I told her my stories, her eyes lit up, and when she told me her worlds, I listened with rapter attention than I had paid anyone here, shivers dancing on my spine and gooseflesh on my arms (no feathers; I was embarrassed to admit even to myself that I had checked, later, in the bathroom, alone with my cat.) and something shivering new in my heart.
And when she looked at me, I felt like I had become the center of every vision on earth; and when she laughed for me, the feelings that swelled in my heart swelled without name; and when I kissed her, I thought that it was nothing more than what it was; smiles and flattery and - daresay - love.

But then the meat in the dining hall tasted a little bit different that night. But then the salt burned my tongue a little more than it should - how should salt burn your tongue, anyways? How do you describe what should and shouldn’t taste, how things changed just enough to notice them but only once, because pineapple and oranges taste so good, how had I never tried those before?

I’m getting away from myself again. It’s easy; easy to get lost. Maybe that’s what they mean by Taken, sometimes. Maybe that’s why english majors and storytellers and musicians are the most oft to come back.

Anyways. It entered my life in bursts, leaps and bounds, fits and starts: the half feral cats purred at my touch, the crows regarded me with careful eyes, the rain kissed my lips and dusted my eyelashes like gems. The music spoke back to me, random patterns finding less random and more sass; the tarot deck she would push into my hands would speak louder, eventually.

She called me beautiful; and I had no words to reply. She called me divine, and my heart sung out in response so loud and so unerringly that I could not say no, and within a month I had inked it into my skin.

The artist gave me rose quartz to hold, told me that there is no divinity without pain, and the sigils on my arms burned like fire the first time I stepped foot back on campus.
But that was alright.
Because I could hear them now, because I met the fox eyes and lightly glowing gazes with my own raised high, with a proudness that had infected me, somewhere, when someone a little less human and a little too magic had told me I’ll have enough confidence for the both of us, and at the end of that winter everything had changed.

I mean that mundanely, of course. I couldn’t See anything yet, but new scars stretched across my chest and suddenly, shirtlessness was possible, and suddenly, my tattoos meant something more, and suddenly, I was myself and there was no other way to be.
I convinced her she was Fae at some point, over that break, too. With whispered words beneath blue fairy lights, and the snow trapping us alone, with my heart beating so much closer to the outside world than it had been, wrapped in a form that wasn’t quite mine, we spun tales at one another until she was half joking to worship me, and I was half joking to change my piercings out for less iron ones.

The joke stopped the day I painted gold onto my eyelids. With her supervision, and my nervousness - just a little bit of makeup - just a little bit of makeup - we surrounded my eyes in gold and she smiled, by my gods did she smile, and my heart felt so radiant I could not want for anything else in that moment.

And then I left her dorm to trek my way home, to my cat, and my lights, and my bed - sorrowfully empty - and when I raised my head to meet the eyes of another student, I had to look twice as high as I ever had before.

As it turns out, the Fae have an agreement - this Court with others, that Court with some, ancient beings with ancient beings, and - for me at least, far be it for me to speak for others - occasionally, the child of the divine.
All it takes is belief - belief in the Fae, belief in the rumors, belief in the iron around your fingers and the salt in your pockets - belief in what will and will not work, belief in the world around you and the one that you cannot see - and belief in your own kind of magic.

I believed hard enough in the divine touching me - and, maybe, roped a child of the Fae into speaking it into truth - that maybe they did.
And now I never leave the house with my eyes unburdened by gold, without my fingers wrapped in a carefully picked pattern of gold and iron rings, without the glitter of divinity speckling my skin, without the pride in myself decorating my features, inspired by someone who won’t use her roommates’ iron cutlery anymore.

[x]

anonymous asked:

Hi :) I'm really new, like, just discovering spirit work and haven't really started yet new, I was wondering if you knew any good/reliable resources or posts or anything like that for beginners that you could please point me to? I've seen plenty of posts with advice about being careful and protected and what NOT to do but I'm struggling to find anything on what I /am/ supposed to do. I have absolutely no idea HOW I'm supposed to start 😅

Ok I said I wasn’t helping people any more but I have an hour before work so

Crann’s methods of how to actually do spirit work in a real way that will benefit you and the spirits around you.

MAJOR ULTRA UPG WARNING AHEAD

So there are different varieties of spirits and you will interact with them in different ways. Most people’s spirit companions are a lot like “people”. They have egos, personalities, minds, memories, a sense of individuality, and a way of experiencing reality that mirrors our human experience of reality.

“People” spirits are just one small type of spirit in the universe. There are many spirits which are not “people” in the slightest yet which are still real and valuable allies, and I fear a lot of people ignore these powerful spirits because they are more difficult to relate to. There are spirits which may as well reside in a different universe, given how alien they are to our small human minds.

Alright so we want to do some real spirit work am I right?

Step one: Find a plant.

Benefits of plant communication: 

  • They tend to sit still and not run away from you.
  • They will not become uncomfortable if you silently stare at them for several minutes
  • They are usually quiet patient and forthcoming with their answers

Caveat: If you are looking for a more magical experience, seek out a plant high on the scale of magical properties. Most any plant will speak to you, but magical plants have a benefit to them. For one they have often already agreed to work with humanity so you’ve got a foot in the door. For another they tend to have more interesting things to say, and may give you advice on your magical practices and how to improve them.

It is spring season so it shouldn’t be hard to go to the local home center and pick up a nice sprouted herb and a pot :) 

Sit down with your plant of choice (it need not be a magical herb, a tree outside or a nice bush will do). Touch its leaves to introduce yourself. Take a deep breath and release all thought within your mind. Send a single message: “Hello, will you talk to me?” Take a deep breath and release all thought within your mind.

Then wait for the plant to talk back.

You may experience words, feelings, emotions, images, or other mental stimuli. If the plant suddenly pricks you or stings you, it is not interested in talking. If you get no reply at all from a plant, leave it alone and find another. If you are having very little success, seek out a magical herb (living or dried) and try that instead.

The purpose of speaking with plants is to get in some practice. Learning how to quiet things down in your mind so you have an opportunity to hear answers. Not to mention that plants are some of the earliest and most ancient teachers ^-^

Use this same technique for crystals and elements of nature such as rivers, caves, hills, even roads :) Try it for animals as well although they do not often like to patiently sit still!

Then I suppose at some point you would like to talk to non-corporeal spirits, like elementals and fairies and so on :) This is where things get a little different!

When talking to a plant there is in my opinion little risk of danger (although I have been attacked by plant spirits before). When you move on to incorporeal entities things get a bit rougher. A bit more dangerous. So you’ll want to have your protective amulets, your protective circle, and your banishing materials in place. At this point you should also be reading resources on the type of spirit you wish to commune with, to learn the proper etiquette and ways to deal with these spirits.

Go to where you feel these incorporeal spirits would be. Clear your mind and just as you called to the plant, call to the spirit. Speak to it using your personal technique you have learned communing with plants. Send away the spirit safely and politely when you are finished speaking with it, and remove yourself respectfully.

Now earlier I mentioned that spirit contact can be used for your benefit and the benefit of the spirits ^-^

The spirits may sometimes ask you for help. As a physical being you can do lots of things that incorporeal beings can’t manage. For example a house plant asking for more water is a way you can oblige the spirit world :) Or a forest tree may ask you to pick up litter. There are deeper and more mystical things a spirit may ask of you besides obvious offerings but those are things for you to discover down your path. At least on my path I can say that the more I interact with spirits, the more I help them and the more they help me.

So suppose you need some help in your life! Pray to the Universe or your gods or your higher powers to send you a spirit that can help you. Reach out to your spirit guides. Go to a place of power or a place you often commune with the spirits and ask for help in exchange for offerings. 

REMEMBER THIS. There is ALWAYS an exchange. This doesn’t mean loss —– there is just always an exchange. You do not interact with spirits and stay the same person when you are done, even if you change by a hair’s breadth. 

Now just some random tidbits…

  • Start small! You are level 1. Start with level 1 spirits. You feel me?
  • Life gets in the way. We all get that. If life gets in the way for you a lot, DO NOT make promises to commune with spirits regularly. 
  • Don’t put up with assholes. Seriously. There are so many good, beautiful, wonderful spirits in the Universe that are eager to be our friends and teachers. Don’t fucking put up with Mr. Dickbutt just because he gives you the thrill of spirit communication. Get rid of spirits that do not uplift you.
  • The “spirit communication muscle” takes time to grow. Don’t expect to be connected to the spirit world all day as soon as you start out. Exhausting yourself is counter-productive and unhealthy.

anonymous asked:

Hi, regarding that last anon you got: it actually comes from a popular radfem post, how we women are at the mercy of men and can't do anything to protect ourselves but cry and scream *snorts* I'm assuming anon c&p it from the original blog. This is what radfems usually pass as "self defense advice" on this site.

We knew the anon was submitting bait before I answered the question, but thanks for letting me know where it came from. Sadly, that’s a sexist opinion I’ve seen expressed elsewhere, even in the bowls of the martial arts community. For every made up experience, there’s a chance of a real one happening somewhere else. All they did was give me a chance to once again talk about self-defense and debunk sexist attitudes often taken as fact.

Since the post has garnered over 700 notes at this point, I’d say it was worth it and I’m glad my answer resonated with so many people.

It saddens me (though doesn’t surprise me) that this attitude is pushed by women, especially ones who claim to be feminists and straight up weird for someone claiming to be part of the radical feminist strand. They sound like the same group they’re railing against, reinforcing damaging gender stereotypes and societal roles, and telling women they’re helpless.

One of the main reasons I started this blog, oh so many eons ago, was to help debunk the sexism that surrounds the combat arts (more so in fiction than in real life) and use my experiences growing up in martial arts help other young women stretch outside the narrow framework provided for female action heroes. Though the internet has made information on martial arts more readily available than ever before, I know finding easily accessible information on combat is difficult and the best of it is often not designed for neophytes much less someone with no experience in the community. Writers need to understand concepts more than they need a grasp of the technical knowledge, and understanding concepts can be a launch pad into the real thing.

Whether its the written word or visual mediums, entertainment media has the ability to change cultural attitudes. Storytelling are part of the way we communicate and understand the world, both ourselves as individual cultures, express our beliefs, and what we hope to be. Its why representation is important. The more diverse our options, then the more options we have to find ourselves in a world where we don’t always feel like we fit.

There are plenty of qualities defined as “masculine” which aren’t limited to men at all, and reasons why male action heroes resonate deeply with the audience when female heroes don’t which has everything to with story structure but mistaken for gender. Instead of it being treated as a problem with the way stories are told about action girls, it’s mistaken for “well, girls can’t do it.”

That feeds back into real life and into the cycle of abuse. A cycle that is taught, conditioned by society, but treated as “natural”. So when the unthinkable happens, when we create a situation where its inevitable, we blame nature.

Culturally devised “not for you” is a powerful disincentive. It’s more a mental block that exists in our own minds, rather than one which exists in the real world. Learning to climb over the hurdle and lay claim to those parts of ourselves, the ones we feel we’re not supposed to have or out of reach, is by itself groundbreaking. For ourselves, if for anyone else.

We all have the power inside us to lift our chins, look disaster in the eye, and say, “Not me! Not today!”

It might take going out to learn, it might take some encouragement, and time, but there are so many options available if we look for them. It saddens me some radfems on this site are actively promoting the victim narrative and actively discouraging young women from seeking out alternative options, ones which will ultimately empower them.

It’s true that none of us can control the choices others make, even if it’s to harm us. However, we do have power over ourselves. We’re not cast adrift nor left at the mercy of the waves, waiting for someone else to save us. We can’t control if disaster will happen, but we can choose to ready ourselves for it should it come.

Cheesy as it sounds, chasing what we believe is possible will work its way into fact. That’s how humans work. People break through the impossible all the time.

Finding that representation in fiction, imagining it for ourselves as we write it, all of that can make its way back around to seeking those same confident feelings out in the life beyond our imaginations. Dreams often have a way of becoming reality, which really is awesome when you think about it.

The answer should never be, “not me”. It should be, “well, why not me?”

-Michi

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  • "Baby, I just want to dance."
  • "She shared a cigarette with me while her brother played the guitar."
  • "You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool."
  • "She kissed me like there was nobody else in the room."
  • "I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine."
  • "I swear I'm going to put you in a song that I write."
  • "You look happier."
  • "I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours."
  • "Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you, but ain't nobody love you like I do."
  • "Promise that I will not take it personal if you're moving on with someone new."
  • "You look happier, you do, my friends told me one day I'll feel it, too."
  • "I'll smile to hide the truth, but I know I was happier with you."
  • "Everything's reminding me of you."
  • "You're happier, aren't you?"
  • "I know that there's others that deserve you, but my darling, I am still in love with you."
  • "I know I was happier with you."
  • "I knew one day you'd fall for someone new."
  • "If he breaks your heart like lovers do, just know that I'll be waiting here for you."
  • "Tribal tattoos and he don't know what it means."
  • "But I heard he makes you happy so that's fine by me."
  • "I'm just keeping it real."
  • "I'll be trying not to double tap, from way back, cause I know that's where the trouble's at."
  • "Let me remind you of the days when you used to hold my hand and when we sipped champagne."
  • "I guess if you were Lois Lane, I wasn't superman, just a young boy trying to be loved."
  • "If it was meant to be, you wouldn't be calling me up trying to fuck."
  • "I'm positive that he don't wanna know about me."
  • "I know you're missing all this kind of love."
  • "In the back of the club kissing a boy that ain't him."
  • "You're still a young girl trying to be loved."
  • "When you're with him I know you're lonely."
  • "Please, remember you're still free, to make the choice and leave."
  • "She is the sweetest thing that I know."
  • "You should see the way she holds me when the lights go low."
  • "Oh we're in love, aren't we?"
  • "I feel safe when you're holding me near."
  • "Love the way that you conquer your fear."
  • "You know hearts don't break around here."
  • "Spent my summer time beside her, and the rest of the year the same."
  • "She is the lighthouse in the night that will safely guide me home."
  • "I'm not scared of passing over or the thought of growing old, because from now until I go, every night I'll kiss you."
  • "We could change this whole world with a piano."
  • "I'm just a boy with a one-man show."
  • "Love could change the world in a moment."
  • "The revolution's coming, it's a minute away."
  • "I know, I'm all for people following their dreams."
  • "The future's in the hands of you and me."
  • "You are the one, girl."
  • "How would you feel, if I told you I loved you?"
  • "So tell me that you love me, too."
  • "We were sat upon our best friend's roof, I had both of my arms round you, watching the sunrise replace the moon."
  • "We were sitting in a parked car, stealing kisses in the front yard."
  • "I'm in pieces, it's tearing me up."
  • "A heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved."
  • "I hope that I see the world as you did."
  • "A life with love is a life that's been lived."
  • "I've got two left feet and a bottle of red wine."
  • "We're going somewhere where the sun is shining bright."
  • "You're like something that God has sent me."
  • "I lost my shoes last night, I don't know where I put my keys."
  • "I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time."
  • "My heart is breaking at the seams and I'm coming apart now."
  • "Always say what's on your mind."
  • "I was twenty four years old when I met the woman I would call my own."
  • "Her daddy said, 'No, you can't marry my daughter.'"
  • "I'm gonna marry the woman I love."
  • "Never had I seen such beauty before."
  • "I never worried about the king and crown."
  • "I gave all my oxygen to people that could breath."
  • "I gave away my money and now we don't even speak."
  • "I drove miles and miles, but would you do the same for me."
  • "Life can get you down so I just numb the way it feels."
  • "I drown it with a drink and out of date prescription pills."
  • "All the ones that love me, they just left me on the shelf."
  • "So before I save someone else, I've got to save myself."
  • "I'm here again, between the devil and the danger."
  • "Before I blame someone else, I've got to save myself."
  • "Before I love someone else, I've got to love myself."
Submission

I don’t even know who to blame for this one, sorry…  In response to the fanboy Kakashi anon:

Kakashi doesn’t think he compares to Jiraiya-sama, not in the least. The man has a truly enviable grasp on subtle turn of phrase and the greatest eye for folds and drapes that hint in ways even more erotic than showing. Jiryaiya-sama is a master of his craft, let no one dare deny it.

(Else Kakashi will fight you. In the face.)

The thing is, though, that Jiraiya-sama is gleefully, viciously, irrevocably straight. (Or, if you’re truly a connoisseur of his works and a bit of a genius gifted in looking beneath-the-beneath, tragically, desperately, and obliviously closeted.) And while Kakashi is and always will be ever so fond of the way Machiko-chan tilts her head just so when Seichiro-sama nibbles just there, Kakashi just can’t help but think that the whole third chapter of Violence #5 would have been greatly improved if Satoshi-kun had just kicked Seichiro’s feet out from under him and promptly shoved a hand down his hakama.

It’s nothing more than an idea for a while, an odd little brain-doodle of a what-if that bubbles up in the long stretches of boredom nobody tells you make up 85% of ANBU ops. ‘Would there have been a war,’ he wonders on day 5 of what ends up being an 18 day stakeout, if neither feudal lords felt the young prince had wronged their busty daughters? ‘Would Satoshi still have died tragically stepping in front of a poisoned needle meant for his dear childhood friend?’ he ponders once he’s lost and/or killed his tail and settled in for the 18 hour run back to Konoha. 'Could everyone have the happily ever after that never exists in real life?’ he contemplates over a bowl of high-calorie mush meant to prod his chakra coils into filling up faster.

“What about Machiko!” cries Ebisu, a berk of a chuunin made just tolerable by being a fellow enthusiast. “Where does her happy ending come in?” Kakashi thinks long and hard on that one for about 8 seconds.

“Clearly loyal, supple handmaiden Hana would sweetly ease her woes.”

The two men contemplate that for a blissful second, before Kakashi remembers that the chuunin currently possesses all the paperwork required to spring him from the prison Konoha calls a hospital.

It becomes kind of a thing a month later, when Kakashi is back in his least favorite place, damaged enough that there’s no escaping through the window. He’s trapped for the foreseeable future and granted no distractions but the pen and forms required for an after action report.

He doesn’t do the report. He’s got a reputation to live down to.

A week after that, paperwork-chuunin Inuzuka Hige runs him to ground in training ground 15, waving his not-report like a declaration of war. “If you leave this here I will gut you like a boar,” she roars and in fear for his balls, Kakashi turns out ten thousand words of slow, sweet, 'incredibly glad we both somehow survived’ hardcore yaoi fix-it in less than a day.

It becomes absolutely a thing after that. There are message boards in admin building basements where first his, then others’, hand-scribbled fiction is pinned up, and tiny post-its of praise are pinned up under it. It seems like the village had been waiting poised on an exhale for someone, anyone, to start the tide. Because then there is a flood, spanning volumes and series and worlds, scratched on anything from expensive calligraphy paper to the margins of a BBQ menu and distributed on an old clunker of a photocopier that in some accounting somewhere has been listed as both non-functional and disposed.

It becomes so much more than him.

Someone starts illustrating, and someone else starts coloring. And yet someone else starts writing fictional derivations of Kakashi’s own derivation and this, he thinks, is what it must feel like to be happy.

(One writer’s time-travelling, world-building epic is so goddamn astounding he finds himself first in line next to the photocopier exactly on time every Tuesday morning like clockwork to get his print.)

His nose isn’t always buried in Icha Icha any more, though you’d have to know him better than most do to even notice behind the lurid orange covers he tacks on everything. He’s still unflinchingly loyal to the classic originals but now his horizons have been blown wide open. There’s a new wave of pornography storming across the hidden continent and Kakashi has to stay at the forefront of it all to remain a big name in fan-writing. Viva la fucking revolution!

(Oh my Kentarou-kun, what could you and Takeshi-kun possibly do with those soft, smooth tentacles you’ve sprouted?  We should all find out.)

anonymous asked:

When picturing kakasaku, what do you take into account as potential roadblocks to their relationship (aside from their own problems)? There is a disproportionate amount of focus on the student-teacher thing instead of the fact that for most of the manga, Kakashi acts in the capacity of Sakura's commanding officer rather than her instructor, which I feel would be more relevant in-story. Now I'm wondering if shinobi nations adhere to any anti-fraternization rules like in the real world armies.

I think the student/teacher taboo as a societal thing doesn’t really have a canon basis, because there is a canon student/teacher couple already:

So you have Hayate and Yuugao who progressed from sensei-student to lover relationship. Of course their relationship is mostly from the anime. You also have, in the manga, Jiraiya telling Konan to come and find him when she turns eighteen, because she’s going to be a real beauty. Now I’m sure this wasn’t 100% serious, but it isn’t treated like he’s said something shocking. So that’s the concept of a former student becoming a lover being treated lightly.

I actually think, rather than a societal taboo, it would be more of a personal taboo for Kakashi, because of his own relationship to Minato. Not only is Minato essentially Purity and Goodness in physical form, but Minato was there for Kakashi at a very critical time in his life, when his father died; Minato continually tried to help Kakashi and always had Kakashi’s well-being, not just his utility, in mind. Minato was the best sensei he could be within the context of their fucked up society, and was trying to reform the society when he died. By the Five Kage Conference, I feel that Kakashi’s realized just how badly he fucked up as a teacher, for all three of them but especially Sakura, and when he compares himself to his own teacher, then he’s going to seem even lower by comparison. So I think it would be natural for him to think, “you piece of shit, you were such a shitty teacher to her, now you’re going to mix romance into this?! would Minato-sensei have ever sunk this low?!?!?!”

However, from Sakura’s POV, I don’t see this roadblock as very large. Even when she’s twelve, she never idolizes Kakashi. Right from the start of Shippuden, she’s not afraid to casually drag Kakashi when she tells Naruto to leave him alone “because he can’t help his face being that way.” She certainly doesn’t have Kakashi on a pedestal.

Contrast the way Sakura conducts herself in relationship to Tsunade. Now that is a mentor/student relationship with an enormous power gulf. Sakura does have Tsunade on a pedestal, admires her greatly, aspires to be like her, etc etc. Or, compare the way Sakura treats Kakashi to the way Yamato treats Kakashi. Again, Yamato has stars is in his eyes when he looks at Kakashi that Sakura just doesn’t have.

So to me, KakaSaku, if they are kept in character, really has very little potential for abuse of power or manipulation. Sakura is the opposite of groomed by Kakashi. On the contrary, she doesn’t have enough of a teacher-student relationship with him. That’s a failing on his part initially, but it paves the way for sexy times later on. All’s well that ends well I guess, lol.

Since the Konoha forces are so small, broad anti-fraternization policies don’t make logical sense; there simply aren’t enough potential romantic partners in Konoha. Specific policies such as no sex on missions would be more reasonable.

Anyway. Other potential roadblocks:

1. The age gap. Of course it’s a thing. Lots of digital ink has already been spilled on this so I’m gonna skip it.

2. This may come under “their own problems,” but: Trauma. A lot has been said about Kakashi’s probable PTSD and other issues, but for some reason, just because Sakura begins the story with realistic “minor” past trauma of being bullied and teased rather than being a massively traumatized orphan like Naruto and Sasuke, her suffering doesn’t get acknowledged by many people at all. I mean, holy shit, reread the Chuunin Exam arc and keep in mind that this girl is 13 tops? She’s barely been trained by Kakashi, she’s just seen her crush get bitten and cursed, both other members of her team are now unconscious, she’s in a forest full of monstrous creatures, and the “rules” of the exam permit murder. Then she’s attacked. She has to hold her own. She gets some help from friends, but she is literally at risk of death every single moment until she gets out of the forest.

THIS IS A FUCKING TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE.

I put that by itself and bolded it because for some reason a lot of people like to sneer at Sakura that she’s a whiner, a crybaby, doesn’t know “real” suffering. What the FUCK, is what I say to these people. I would like to see how hunky dory you feel after going through what Sakura goes through just as a genin. Yes Naruto and Sasuke and Kakashi arguably have it worse, but so fucking what? It doesn’t invalidate her suffering! Why do people insist on playing misery poker? Trauma is not a game where only the person with the very worst past is allowed to “call” and receive sympathy as some kind of fucked-up jackpot.

And depending on where you depart from canon, Sakura has to go through a lot more trauma, right up through Sasuke putting her into a torture genjutsu where he murders her.

So without getting into who had it worse, they both have traumas to deal with. That’s going to provide both challenges and points of commonality.

3. Kakashi seems to me to be an introvert by nature, and Sakura an extrovert.

That’s it for now Anon, hope some of it was interesting.

anonymous asked:

Hi!! Any "we've been talking online but don't know each other" sterek fics? Or "I'm in love with this online dude but it's actually my friend the whole time/or he's been in front of me the whole time" sterek fics? Or anything close to this sort of trope?

Got a bit of both for you!  -Emmy

Originally posted by nitratediva

When You’re Ready by Julibean19 

(3,008 I Mature I Complete)  *veteran!derek, disabled!derek, librarian!stiles, online dating

He wasn’t going to do it again.  He wasn’t going to let another date look at him in horror.  Derek refused to be seen as a freak.  He was just going to find a new job, move out of his parent’s house, and die alone.  

“Just one more date Derek, please!” Laura begged, following him down the stairs and waving her phone at his back.  

“I said no!  You don’t know what it’s like,” Derek muttered, suddenly defeated.

“I know babe,” Laura told him, coming up to wrap an arm around her little brother, standing up on her tippy toes until she could lay her head on his shoulder.  “But look at this guy.  He’s gorgeous.”

Derek couldn’t resist a quick glance at the dating app.  Damnit.  Laura was right, as always.  The guy was gorgeous.  A mole dotted face with an adorably upturned nose smirked at him from behind a pair of square framed glasses, and he could feel his resolve crumbling.

(500) Days of Sitting in Front of the Computer by orphan_account

(4,115 I Teen I Complete)  *gamer!stiles, gamer!derek

The boy, Stiles Stilinski, had always been into MMORPGs. The other boy, Ithuriel, had always been into MMORPGs as well, albeit secretly. The Alpha, Derek Hale, was possibly the object of Stiles’s affections. One day, Stiles met Ithuriel.

But be warned, this is not a tragedy in which Derek Hale saves Stiles’s virtue from Ithuriel. That would be ridiculous.

This is a love story.

Catfish by ericaismeg 

(9,165 I General I Complete)  *online dating, alive!hale family

“You make it difficult for a guy to get a date in this town, Danny,” Stiles says.

Danny snorts. “You do not have to follow the Guy Code for people I’ve only gone on one shitty date with, you know.”


OR: the one where Stiles gets Erica to sign him up on OK Cupid and tries some online dating. Also, maybe circumstances lead him to hanging out with his crush more than he expected?

Do You Wanna Date my Avatar?  by Renmackree 

(18,399 I Teen I Complete)   *gamers, online dating, online relationship

Scott frowned, grabbing the game case and reading it out loud.

“Become the Hero you’ve always wanted to be. Battle monsters, witches, dragons, and all the mythical beasts of the World of Fantasy. Play as a Human, Elf, Dwarf and other special races included in the basic game. Stiles this so stupid. Who the hell would want to play as a Werewolf?” Scott threw the game back on the bed and leaned back in the chair.

Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon by secondstar 

(21,317 I Explicit I Complete)   *online friendship, highschool au

Being a teenager sucks. Being a werewolf teenager sucks even more. With a life full of holding back who he really is, not having any privacy whatsoever, and the seemingly sudden appearance of one Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale’s life just got a whole lot harder.

I Should Meet You Because I Love You by derekstilinski 

(22,573 I Mature I Complete)

Derek and Stiles meet online, and then in real life.

For Science by grimm, Tsuminoaru 

(35,959 I Explicit I Complete)  *college au, craigslist, werewolves known, minor Deucalion/Stiles

From his textbooks, Stiles had gotten the impression that vampires had a weird, stretched out look to them — slightly too-long limbs and pale skin. This guy, though, he looked human, broad-shouldered and clearly muscular even under a loose sweatshirt. He wasn’t pale at all, his skin lightly tanned, hair dark, eyes pale. They narrowed at Stiles and Stiles froze as the man looked him up and down, clearly judging him. He must have passed the test, though, because the man kind of shrugged and said, “Take off your clothes.”

On Building a Family from the Ground Up by itschristaleigh (lizleminem) 

(38,455 I Explicit I Complete)  *online dating, kid fic

Erica signs Derek up for an online dating site as a joke. At first, he’s just pissed about it, but then her and Boyd announce they’re getting married and suddenly he really does need a date. Meanwhile, Laura becomes a foster mom, and Derek worries about growing way too attached to kids who are eventually going to be given a new home anyway.

Or, how, five years after the fire, Derek learns to open back up and create his own family from the people who occupy his life now.

Alpha and Omega by XX0Jessie0XX 

(58,579 I Explicit I Complete)  *high school au, omega!stiles, werewolves known, online relationships

High School AU: Derek is the head Lacrosse player at Beacon Hills High School and Stiles is an Omega that no one really knows. Stiles had been talking to someone online and wished they would meet up in real life but he knows it won’t ever happen. He could only wish.

My Heart’s Been Offline by thepsychicclam 

(58,893 I Explicit I Complete)  *famous!hales, online relationships

31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he’s a recluse)

26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)

Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek’s part of a famous family.

The Silence Between by GoforthAndConquer 

(66,492 I Explicit I Complete)

When Stiles began volunteering at the Beacon Hills Crisis Center, all he hoped for was to help out kids (like him) that needed somewhere to turn. He didn’t expect to find something that he needed in a stranger’s voice on the other end of the line.

Prior to season one. Mostly canon-compliant.

anonymous asked:

I'm so sic and tired of the same hp tropes. Have you read anything weird, cross? Not like, crack, but just off the beaten path? Please, I'm suffering here.

Hmm, well I haven’t had time to read all that much fanfic period lately but here are some that felt kind of… unique to me? Not exactly ‘weird’, just really good and not a trope I read all the time. Also included a few FBaWtFT fics so if those aren’t your cup of tea, just skip past the first four. Hope you enjoy :)

The Cigarette Case by AgentMalkere

Apparently even Gellert Grindelwald isn’t immune to a niffler’s sticky paws.

(In which Newt was not expecting to find Percival Graves in a stolen cigarette case.)

Menagerie by prosodiical

Newt comes to New York with only one purpose in mind: find out what happened to the real Percival Graves.

They’ve tried it the hard way; Theseus has been pressing MACUSA for weeks, but they won’t do anything against the word of Graves himself. Newt’s approach is a last-resort, but he’ll do anything to save the man he loves, and so - he opens his case.

Dearly Beloved by prosodiical

or: Five times Percival Graves said he was married, and one time Tina believed him.

When Director Graves starts elaborating on his supposed husband, the entire department is even more certain he doesn’t exist - an author and a dragon tamer, who’s somehow captured a creature that can kill a hundred wizards at a time? And what sort of name is Newt, anyway?

Tina’s one of them - at least, until Newt Scamander, magizoologist, shows up in New York and lets a Niffler loose. And when he realises Graves has been replaced by an imposter, things only get more complicated from there.

The Graves Identity by Mishafied

He doesn’t remember who he is or how he ended up injured in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness; all he knows is his name is Percival, and he owes his life to the shy, redheaded zoologist who saved him. But unfortunately, just because he doesn’t remember his past doesn’t mean it can’t come back to haunt him.

This is the story of how Percival got his happily ever after, and then had to fight to keep it.

Hogwarts, to welcome you home by gedsparrowhawk (FaceChanger)

“You understand, Professor,” Harry began, after a moment, “that I don’t have my N.E.W.T.s. I don’t even have my O.W.L.s. Between everything I never had a chance the first time around, and then afterwards there didn’t seem to be much point. Hermione argued for it, of course, but I was so tired of Britain. So technically, I am completely unqualified for the position.”

“Quite a way to begin an interview, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said dryly.

Or, three years after the war, Harry Potter becomes Hogwarts’ newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The Sum of Their Parts by holdmybeer

For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would become a Dark Lord. For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would take down the Ministry or die trying. He should have known that Hermione and Ron wouldn’t let him do it alone.

Charlotte the Great and Powerful by Evandar

Her whole life has been about gaining power through struggle and sacrifice and manipulation of the only thing she has going for her (Charlotte’s a terrible person beneath the pretty face and she knows it).

Charlotte wants to be more than the girl from the cupboard and she’s not above using others to gain power.

Gelosaþ in Écnesse by Batsutousai

Caught in the backlash of Voldemort’s Killing Curse, Harry is thrown through time to a world so very different from his own.

The Love of a Good Wizard by SweetSorcery

History of Magic has something to teach after all, and two resourceful students decide that the key to having any future at all lies in the past, and in Tom Riddle’s heart. Assuming he has one.

Influence of Souls by Nia_River

He stared at his journal, a creation into which he had poured his memories and dreams, his heart and … soul. Now, to send it to where it needed to be.

Hell To Raise by Tozette

All Harry knew that day was that his Aunt Petunia had begun to scream. When he came from his cupboard to see what was wrong, he found her sitting pale and distraught on the spotless kitchen tiles. She was gibbering as that evening’s three-kilogram chicken dinner did a rather acrobatic tap-dancing lap of the room, squawked loudly, and then fled through the window and out into the back yard.

—————-

In which Harry Potter animates the dead. Dumbledore disapproves. Other forces… not so much.

Don’t Fuck With Florists (They’ll Fuck You Up) by MayMarlow

Unsatisfied with his post-war life, Harry decides to get to the root of all of his problems when that root was still working at Borgin and Burkes shop in the late 40s. He’s the Master of Death, damn it, he can do what he wants for once in his life.

Tom Riddle isn’t particularly happy about working at a small, dingy shop for magical artifacts, no matter how interesting those artifacts are. He’s even less happy when an insufferable stranger sets up the most obnoxious flower shop right across the street.

What follows would be a romantic comedy, if it weren’t for politics.

the girl who lived (again) by dirgewithoutmusic

Peeves, though he was nasty about everything else–ickle firsties and orphan girls–got it immediately. For all six years of Harry’s Hogwarts tenure, he dropped water balloons on the heads of anyone who misgendered her.

Professor Binns never quite figured it out, but he didn’t know any student’s name. Nearly Headless Nick gallantly and somewhat awkwardly called her lady and tried to hold open doors for her, despite the fact that he couldn’t open them.

Snape called Harry “Mr. Potter” for all seven years that he was in Harry’s life. Around year three, Ron stopped counting the detentions he got for his increasingly sarcastic responses to this.

Rise Above by Straight_Outta_Hobbiton

For once, Harry has taken advantage of his enormous wealth and used it to talk to a solicitor. He finds out a few things— namely, the fact that his participation in the Triwizard Tournament has rendered him an emancipated minor and the last Lord of the Potters. Being the Lord of the Potters means a lot of things, but most importantly, it means Harry can get the hell outta dodge, and his friends can come along, too.

Thus begins the new life of the Golden Trio. They’re in America, they’re in California, they’re in Berkeley. Let the good times roll.

Harry Potter and the Really Round-About Way of Finding a Horcrux by floweringjudas (manipulant)

One should know better than to involve oneself in Weasley Family Skirmishes, even as a messenger. It always ends badly. …Or really well, depending on your perspective.

A Lightning’s Tale by Riddle_Master_101

Harry Potter is abruptly thrown into a different world upon receiving his letter from Hogwarts. Danger stalks him at every turn, light and dark are locked in a constant, eternal battle, and weaving it all together is this substance called magic…

anonymous asked:

Why do you love Arrow? (I'm the same anon who asked why you watch Arrow. Hint : While I love your gif responses it's your words that always hit me so hard so give me some words please Matty)

Oh, anon. Since you specifically wanted words, here you go. This is something I’ve said before and I’ll say it till my dying day. 

I love Arrow. 

Because this show has given me so, so much, I’m not certain I’ll ever be able to express it completely.

Arrow came into my life at a point when I was at my lowest. I was emotionally messed up in every way conceivable, everything had fallen apart, all at once. I’d shut down in real life and was barely coping. It was one big depressive fest. And it was dark. So, so dark.

And then Arrow happened.

I know it sounds cheesy - all this light and dark thing, but for me it was true. I have no idea why, but one day I was watching the show and it just clicked.

And for me, it was beautiful.

It gave me Oliver Queen, who inspired me deep down to my bones, who gave me the strength and the courage to keep moving forward no matter how bad things seemed, to believe that they’ll always get better, making me the silver lines chaser I am today. He gave me the will to keep fighting and I will love him till my dying day. (And he introduced me to the salmon ladder. That in itself earns him my love).

It gave me Felicity Smoak, who told me it was okay to be awkward, that being a hero and being good did not need a mask, that being a person completely comfortable in their strengths and a good heart was more important. She made me realize that a girl should take pride in her hard work and just be who she is, no matter what.

It gave me John Diggle, who honestly speaks words of wisdom to Oliver and I’m nodding my head vigorously. He told me that no matter what ugly things you see and live through, you can rise above them and not be it. 

It made me believe in a love born true from the soul. It made me understand that family and friendships were made of heart and not blood. It made me believe in the strength of the spirit inside each and every one of us, no matter our circumstances. It told me that it doesn’t matter whether you’re a rich kid stranded on an island considered dead by the world; or if you were a soldier who’d lost his brother; or if you were a little girl abandoned by every man in your life; or if you were a pampered princess who finds out her entire life has been built on lies; or if you were a billionaire who’d lost his wife to street violence; or if you were a soldier in love with a woman who loved another man; or if you were a street kid with no family and nothing except this rage inside you that wouldn’t die; or if you were a normal man with money who’d lost his best friend and found him again, only to realize he was a liar and a murderer… it doesn’t matter what your circumstances are - what matters is how you respond to them. It’s your choice to become the villains of your own story, your choice to become the heroes. It’s on you if you want to drown the world in your pain or rise above it and make something beautiful of it. 

It’s always your choice. 

There could have been no greater villain than Oliver Queen had he made a choice. There could have been no force stopping Felicity Smoak from destroying the world at her fingers had she made a choice.

But they chose to be heroes, chose to rise above their pasts for a better future.

It’s so damn beautiful.

Over time, this gave me the courage to rise beyond mine slowly. To step into the fandom. I lurked around and stalked people mostly in the beginning (although it was never that creepy), and over time, one step at a time, I entered this crazy place and was just consumed by the sheer intensity of it.

I know these are fictional characters, but what they inspire in me is not fiction. It’s very, very real and living my life with these characters has made it so much richer.

Because it’s through this show that I’ve met so many beautiful people who make me smile every single day. It’s through this show that I’ve made friends I know are going to stay with me for a long time. It’s because of this that I can come back here on a bad day and leave with a huge grin on my face.

Because it’s this show and its characters who pushed me into finding the strength to put words on a screen. This show made me want to tell stories. It made me realize it was okay to share my thoughts and from being quiet, it’s made me evolve into someone confident enough in her thoughts to voice them. It has given me a tolerance for opinions and respect for choices, all the interactions with such varied people. 

I’ve grown more over the last few years writing these characters than I have in my entire life. The changes it’s brought in me are almost tangible.

It made me want to write and write and write and just keep on writing and sharing so many stories.

It’s given me passion.

It’s given me perspective.

It’s given me understanding.

It’s given me strength.

But most importantly, it’s given me hope.

Hope. So hard to find. So hard to hold on to. So hard to let go of.

This show has consistently given me so much hope, for me.

And no matter which direction it goes in, I will always, always love Arrow and its characters for giving me so, so much when I had absolutely nothing.  

I love Arrow, and I always will, for the person it’s made me so subtly over time.

If Jamie and Claire could text: Jamie and Jenny fighting upon arrival at Lallybroch Edition
  • Elder Ian: so…
  • Elder Ian: THIS is awkward, aye?
  • Claire: oh my god I’m so glad you said something
  • Elder Ian: I promise we dinna usually subject new family members to public screaming matches across the dinner table
  • Claire: quite alright
  • Claire: glad to have someone to talk to during it!
  • Claire: how did you get my number btw?
  • Elder Ian: tis public on your twitter
  • Elder Ian: you’re surprisingly forthcoming with personal details for someone w/ a very vague past
  • Claire: haha yeahhhhh I really need to go back and do some deletion
  • Claire: shit… I REALLY need to do that, now you mention it
  • Elder Ian: yeah your feed from 6 or 7 weeks ago is *nuts*
  • Claire: oh golly, what was happening in my life 6 or 7 weeks ago? 🤔
  • Elder Ian: something about stones
  • Elder Ian: followed by an impressive slew of cursing
  • Elder Ian: and lots of the stuff before that didna make any sense to me at all
  • Elder Ian: must have been some excellent shit you were on
  • Elder Ian: if you’ve got any on ye at the moment, i would happily share to escape their caterwauling at each other
  • Claire: haha, I’m all out
  • Claire: sadly
  • Elder Ian: boooooo
  • Claire: definitely the most stoned I've ever been
  • Claire: like being transported a whole other world
  • Claire: ANYWAYYYYY
  • Claire: lord, they REALLY are tearing into one another aren't they????
  • Elder Ian: oh aye, canna stop a Fraser when they're fashed
  • Elder Ian: and TWO of them having it out...
  • Elder Ian: might as well try lullabies on wildcats
  • Claire: will they...hurt each other dye think
  • Elder Ian: probably
  • Elder Ian: but not too bad
  • Claire: Jamie's being a right bellend about this
  • Elder Ian: with distinction!
  • Claire: this must be some marital rite of passage but let me just apologize to you for his behavior. He's barely letting her get a word in edgewise
  • Elder Ian: DNF, they'll work it out in the end
  • Elder Ian: and let me apologize for Jen as well
  • Elder Ian: she's really a wonderful person
  • Elder Ian: I have a feeling the two of Ye will take to each other just fine when the dust settles
  • Elder Ian: if she hasna gutted him like a fish
  • Claire: I have to ask...
  • Claire: IS wee jamie...?
  • Elder Ian: oh no, he's mine for sure
  • Elder Ian: Randall didna bed her
  • Claire: oh I'm so so glad to hear that
  • Claire: Jamie you ARSE shut your gd mouth and let your sister tell you that for chrissake
  • Elder Ian: no help for it
  • Elder Ian: but thank you claire
  • Elder Ian: rushed, your marriage may have been, but it seems a good one nevertheless
  • Claire: 😊
  • Claire: thank you
  • Claire: except for this last hour it's been lovely
  • Elder Ian: I promise they'll be fine tomorrow
  • Claire: really, though, should we just leave?
  • Claire: We could have a real chat instead of sneakychatting under the table
  • Elder Ian: I've a better idea
  • Elder Ian: Fraser Drinking Game: whiskey edition
  • Elder Ian: one sip for Jen saying "clotheid" or "gomeral"
  • Claire: bahaha, well, if I know Jamie, let's go one sip for every variant on "damn you, woman"
  • Elder Ian: two for something flying across the room
  • Claire: continuous sipping anytime they devolve into Gaelic tirades
  • Elder Ian: two huge swallows everytime the servants poke their heads in looking terrified
  • Claire: biggest gulp possible everytime one of them gets so furious they choke and can't get the word out
  • Elder Ian: GOOD ONE
  • Claire: we are gonna be So. FUCKED. UP.
  • {{{They make eye contact across the table and raise their glasses in salute }}}

anonymous asked:

Hi. I'm a recently diagnosed 26-year old autistic woman. There seems to be pretty widespread agreement in the autistic community that it's bad to want a cure, but I kinda don't get it? As far as I can tell, autism only contributes negatives to my life. I would love to get rid of the sensory issues, the executive function issues, and the trouble understanding people. I get that it may be impractical to find a cure, but if it weren't, why is it bad to want one?

trigger warning for ableism, eugenics, genocide

I understand.

Autism is a real disability. Some things truly are harder for us. Some things we can’t do. It’s okay to be frustrated by this. Many autistic people sometimes wish that they were not autistic.

Let’s talk about how autism works for a minute. Autism is caused by a “supercharged brain,” with more neural connections and activity (at least, if I am interpreting the research correctly). It is hardwired into the structure of your brain.

You couldn’t remove autism from your brain without ripping it apart. There’s no one “autism part” of your brain. It’s everywhere. It’s deeply ingrained.

There are 2 types of autism cures that people talk about:

  • Fake “cures” sold by scammers (e.g. Miracle Mineral Solution), which may be useless, harmful, or potentially deadly
  • Eugenic cure (creating a test for autism, testing fetuses for autism, and aborting the fetuses that test positive)

(The eugenics movement around WWII posed two more solutions: forced sterilization of disabled people, or killing disabled people, which Hitler did. Nowadays we don’t see many people advocating for these.)

A world without autism would be a world in which you and I are either dead or never given a chance to live.

Realistically speaking… you were born autistic, and you will die autistic. There is no magic pill to ravage your brain and destroy its structure, as that would tend to kill you.

Will humans someday learn how to change the intricate structure of the brain without destroying it? Maybe. I’m not a scientist. But I don’t think we should pin our hopes on a possibility that is unlikely to happen in our lifetimes, and could be very dangerous.

Now let’s talk about attitudes about autism.

Society tends to see autism in a deeply negative light. This isn’t an accident; society is inherently ableist and we have groups like Autism Speaks working to keep it that way.

Ever heard of the social model of disability? It’s the idea that disability is caused by society, not by inability. I always like to describe it using my glasses.

My eyesight is not great. With my eyes, I can’t read clocks, signs, even these words on the screen. My eyes are less capable. There are things my eyes can’t do.

And you know what? None of that matters! I have these magical things called glasses. They level the playing field. I have exactly the same opportunities as my friends with 20/20 vision.

Poor vision is a difference in ability that society accommodates.

Autism is not.

What if nobody paid attention to your stimming because they considered it normal? What if the world was designed to eliminate painful sensory stimuli, and to provide opportunities for sensory seekers to get their needs met? What if meltdowns and shutdowns were seen as normal, and there were quiet rooms in every building where you could go to calm down? What if honesty about one’s feelings were more common? Autism might not be such a big deal then, huh?

The problem isn’t that you were born different. The problem is that society does not adequately support your differences. This lack of support is what defines a disability.

Besides, not all your differences are deficits. Some of these strengths may sound like you:

  • Enhanced pattern recognition
  • Focused special interests
  • Loyalty
  • Better observation skills
  • Helpfulness towards other
  • Superior long-term memory

…and that’s just the beginning. Check out this article for even more.

I’d also like you to read the article “How to Accept Your Autism.” Heck, bookmark it. You shouldn’t have to go through life hating the way you are. Autistic people can be wonderful, capable, caring people. Redefine what success means for you, and work towards goals that will improve your happiness.

(”Being more neurotypical” is a garbage goal. Please take out the trash. You are only going to be sadder if you spend your time comparing yourself to others.)

Here are some example goals that are really good for you:

  • Spend time with my special interest(s) each day
  • Hang out with people who make me happy
  • Eat more fruits and vegetables
  • Get better at recognizing sensory overload, and taking breaks to keep it from getting worse
  • Buying and using some great stim toys
  • Writing down 3 good things that happened today before going to bed

You are good enough the way you are. You are not bad for being autistic. Please stop looking down on yourself. You are worth so much more.

a DAMN GOOD IGNIS MOMENT.



But really, the more I watch it the more I realise it’s not only a fantastic Ignis moment, it’s a fantastic Chocobros moment in general? REALLY LONG POST AHEAD + UNFINISHED GAMEPLAY WRITING BUT THIS SCENE

Lemme start with Ignis because duh (if you’ve seen anything out of me the past two weeks, it’s probably been Ignis related). He’s been pretty passive about losing his eyesight up until this point. He calls it a minor sacrifice in the grand scheme of things. When Noctis and Gladio fight on the train, Ignis says nothing, even though part of the argument is his own injury. He only tries to stop Gladio by saying his name; Prompto is the one who tries to break it up (more in a moment. anyway not that Ignis really could break it up rn but you know) He’s been optimistic enough about it, though. “I’ll manage somehow” when you invite him into the mines. “This is considerably harder than I expected” he says about fighting. But sometimes you hear the boys say something and Iggy just sort of sighs. They’re dancing around him, and his injury, and the argument, and this scene is where it culminates.

The first time he actually says that it isn’t okay is because of their friendship hitting a low point, rather than his actual injury. But he is so, so aware of that injury and how it has the potential to drag them down. He still says “I would remain with you all. Til the very end” because these are his brothers and he damn well plans to, but that said.

This is the first time we hear Ignis raise his voice, I think. Not including battle cries and the like. Which is saying a lot because this boy is very, very calculated on his emotions. (ie later on when Prompto falls off the train, you hear the very audible difference in Noctis’s voice vs Iggy’s) He’s Crownsguard, Noctis is his king, he will do anything for him, and believes he has no reason to complain even if he has gone blind. But that’s a Big Thing. His yelling in this scene exactly “I know full well!” is finally, finally his frustration coming out and it’s triggered because of their bickering (or anti-bickering, since they aren’t really… speaking much).

He says he is willing to bow out if he starts to slow them down, which imo is like asking him to suffer a physical injury all over again (he is Crownsguard, Noctis is his king, he will do anything for him) but he still will DO IT because he won’t be a burden.

He goes on to give Noctis what, I think, is a much needed confidence boost. “A king pushes onward always, accepting the consequences and never looking back” and in the opening sentences for the next chapter, it literally uses those same words to describe Noct’s reaction to Ardyn’s trick: never looking back. (Also never looking back is exactly what Ignis is doing right now, which is why the choice to focus the camera so much on his scars in that moment is AMAZING.)

He continues with that to tell Gladio that Noct will be king and he will rule, but “only once he’s ready”. And this is SO important. Gladio’s interaction with Noct is painful at least and rage inducing at worst (more below) but not only does Noct need to hear this, Gladio does, too. They can push Noctis into that throne but he will never be able to lead until he is ready, and that involves coming to terms with some very, very heavy stuff that’s been happening. Everybody doesn’t handle grief the same way and they’re all having a hard go at it in very different ways thanks to the events of late.

So all of this makes this the DAMN GOOD IGNIS MOMENT. But it’s also really good for the rest of them, both in mentioned ways and others, but since I’m apparently waxing poetic 

Prompto, Gladio, and Noctis under the cut ↓ (note: 150% zoom for easier reading)

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