my body does things to men

Why the shows treatment of Yin Fen bothers me

*spoilers for if you are not up to date with either the show or infernal devices*

In the show you are introduced to yin fen as if it were any other recreational drug. Izzy gets hooked on it and displays the typical drug addict symptoms: cravings, fever, jitteriness, ect.  She is shown to be addicted to it, she is willing to do anything to get more of it; she is shown to be a very typical, unflatteringly painted, drug addict.

This completely destroys and undermines Jem Carstairs’ entire character arc.

It is immediately established in Clockwork Angel that Jem is not a drug addict in the common sense. Yin fen is not a metaphor for meth or cocaine or any other recreational drug. It is a metaphor for the wasting, cureless diseases of the day, such as consumption or typhoid or something:

A hero […] who was condemned to die young of a fatal demonic illness, no matter how desperate the efforts were to save him, just as in reality victims of consumption sickened and died without penicillin(Forward of Clockwork Princess, pg. 4) 

Clare states it clearly herself, yin fen is not a recreational drug like the show made it to be.

By giving Izzy this plotline, they have ruined any chance of Jem’s arc making any sense at all. People would see that Jem is addicted to yin fen and not be able to understand why he can’t just kick the habit. It wouldn’t make any sense that the drug is killing him, turning his hair and eyes silver and paling his skin, because this very obviously not what happens to Izzy. Izzy isn’t dying, she just feels like she is. 

It is made very clear that Jem hates what yin fen has done to him. He hates that he must rely on it, he despises how it has stolen his life from him. And while he compares it to the Opium in China and himself to the addicts(thus offering a compelling metaphor about colonialism and racism):

The British bring opium into China by the ton. They have made a nation of addicts out of us. In Chinese we call it ‘foreign mud’ or ‘black smoke’. In some ways Shanghai, my city, is built on opium. It wouldn’t exist as it does without it. The city is full of dens where hollow-eyed men starve to death because all they want is the drug, more of the drug. They’ll give anything for it. I used to despise men like that. I couldn’t understand how they were so weak.

[…]

There was one thing they couldn’t fix, though. I had become addicted to the substance the demon had poisoned me with. My body was dependent on it the way an opium addict’s body is dependent on the drug.

(Clockwork Angel, ch. 15, pg. 339-340)

He also makes it very clear that the drug is more of an bastardized medicine:

After weeks of experimentation they decided that nothing could be done: I could not live without the drug. The drug itself meant a slow death, but to take me off it would mean a very quick one.

The yin fen is what keeps Jem alive, and he despises that. He wants to burn bright like Will does, he wants to live to grow old with Tessa(though not for her but that’s another rant). This why he throws it in the fire in Clockwork Princess, why he was taking less of it. He loathes relying on it. 

This is not the case with Izzy. Izzy, like most drug addicts, craves how good the yin fen makes her feel. She actively wants more of it. It is not a unavoidable and cruel medicine, it is a recreational drug. 

But the worst aspect of this is that it plays right into the negative and degrading view the other Shadowhunters have of Jem and further causes and creates Jem’s greatest fear. 

The books works extremely hard to make it very clear that Jem Carstairs is not a drug addict. It is consistently referred to as his illness, the other characters work hard to combat this kind of thinking in the novels themselves. This plays into the vilification of the Lightwoods especially, with Gabriel constantly saying awful and derogatory things about Jem:

“You’re a decent Shadowhunter, James,” [Gabriel] said, “and a gentleman. You have your–disability, but no one blames you for that.”

(Clockwork Angel, ch. 9, pg. 206)

“I think,” Gabriel said, “that perhaps you might consider whether jokes about opium are either amusing or tasteful, given the…situation of your friend Carstairs.”

Will froze. Still in the same tone of voice, he said, “You mean his disability?

Gabriel blinked. “What?”

“That’s what you called it. Back at the Institute. His ‘disability’.” Will tossed the bloody cloth aside. “And you wonder why we aren’t friends.”

(Clockwork Angel, Ch. 11, pg. 269)

Not only this, but the scenes during and after Jem retrieves Will from the Drug Den, are extremely telling.

When Jem drags Will out of the den, the reader sees him lose his temper for the first time:

“You did not have to come and fetch me like some child. I was having quite a pleasant time.” 

Jem looked back at him. “God damn you,” he said, and hit Will across the face, sending him spinning. Will didn’t lose his footing, but fetched up against the side of the carriage, his hand to his cheek. His mouth was bleeding. He looked at Jem with total astonishment.

(Clockwork Prince, ch. 9, pg. 195)

In this moment, Jem is so blindingly angry at Will, even Tessa observes herself how this was so utterly unlike him, because he feels as if Will is mocking Jem and his addiction by going and getting high on a drug when Jem is literally dependent and dying because of the yin fen.

“There’s no cure,” […] “I will die, and you know it, Tess. Probably within the next year. I am dying, and I have no family in the world, and the one person I trusted more than any other made sport of what is killing me.”

[…]

“He knows what it means to me,” he said. “To see him even toy with what has destroyed my life–”

(Clockwork Angel, ch. 9, pg. 200)

Because Jem has to battle against the label of a drug addict everyday, and his biggest fear is that he is just a addict, that that’s all anyone sees. He hates that label. Which, as seen, is openly talked about in the books. This is such a big deal that Will actually apologizes for it:

“I went to that den because I could not stop thinking about my family, and I wanted–I needed–to stop thinking,” said Will. “It did not cross my mind that it would look like I was making a mockery out of your sickness. I suppose I am asking your forgiveness for my lack of consideration.”

(Clockwork Prince, ch. 11, pg. 247)

Even though Will makes a point to never apologize about anything so that others will hate him. He apologizes to Jem for this thoughtlessness because he realizes how royally he messed up. 

All of this is totally disregarded in Izzy’s storyline. People entering into TID after watching the show will be confused and not understand how Jem is sick and dying and is not really a drug addict at all. In short, they will enter into the novels with a prejudice and misunderstanding of Jem, and see him just like the other Shadowhunter’s do: a weak drug addict.

tl;dr: the show totally ruins and misconstrues and mocks Jem’s character arc by giving Izzy such a typical(and utterly incorrect) recreational drug addict storyline and I am furious about it.

mythaelogy  asked:

what were your favourite quotes/those with the most impact that you read this year?

 i’m expanding this to talk about poems and collections too because i am That Guy. 

POETRY COLLECTIONS and CHAPBOOKS

POEMS 

QUOTES

some guy on my makeup post is arguing that men are expected to have six packs and muscles and shit and I’m just.

No. They aren’t. The fact that some women (and men) find these things sexually appealing does not mean that they are social expectations. The point is that outside of romantic relationships men are rarely judged based on sex appeal. Women are.

When we talk about our bodies being accepted as they are, we don’t mean that we want men to find us attractive regardless of how we look. We just want to be respected and treated fairly whether or not you want to fuck us.

anonymous asked:

If you find the energy and willingness to do so, I'm super interested in why you don't agree with Dean being a closeted queer person. (Not trying to start anything, I'm genuinely interested.)

Sure! Well, “closeted” is a word that I don’t find particularly fecund in an analysis, or in general, because “being closeted” has meaning in relation to something - like, for instance, you’re closeted to your parents, you’re closeted in your workplace, you’re closeted to everyone outside of the internet, you’re closeted to people you’re not very close to, etc. And sure, you can be closeted to everyone on the planet, but if you exclude people who haven’t told a single soul, there is no such thing as “being in the closet” in an absolute sense. You can come out to one person and you’re not in the closet in relation to them, but still in the closet in relation to everyone else. You can come out to literally everyone you have ever had a conversation with, but technically, unless you’re going around with a t-shirt that says “I’m queer”, you are “in the closet”, as in “not out”, to a person you’re meeting or getting to know for the first time.

This said, I have seen people using that word to mean - if I’ve interpreted it correctly - that Dean is either a) in the closet in relation to everyone; b) closeted to himself, so to speak, as in, he doesn’t realize and/or acknowledge and/or accept that he’s not heterosexual.

I don’t agree with either. Now, I’m gonna put here the disclaimer that this is my interpretation since Dean’s bisexuality/queerness is not stated textually in the show thus we’re talking on a level of signs and attribution of meanings (*insert something smart about semiotics*) and blah blah blah.

Allow me not to be specific with, like, references to lines spoken in the show in this post, maybe when I am done with my thesis and all will get the time to make a thorough analysis with specific references.

Now, do I think that Dean went up to his dad and told him “I like girls and guys lol”? … Nope. At all. (But being closeted in relation to someone doesn’t really mean anything. Being out isn’t an all or nothing thing. You can go to pride parades wearing feathers and still keep it hidden from your dad. There are people who wait for their parents or grandparents to die before publicly coming out or transition. It’s complex.) Do I think Dean went up to Sam or Bobby and told them “I like girls and guys”? I don’t think so, as in, I don’t think he gave them a speech about being bisexual, but I think that both Sam and Bobby have at least a partial sense of Dean’s not-heterosexuality. Has Dean let his queerness known to people outside his family? Sure he has. On the top of my head, I can think of: Ash, Frank, Charlie (all hackers and queer or queer-coded, there is a pattern of association between hacking and queerness, but this is a thought for another day); Crowley was exchanging innuendo with him after 0.2 seconds of meeting and, well, Crowley has gotten to know Dean pretty intimately; and let’s be real there are characters who just looked at him and caught up because of reasons (Gunner Lawless comes to mind, I guess Aaron Bass, pretty sure Max Banes) and people who assumed and used it against him (the Campbells come to mind, no wonder the poor guy built 5739 walls around himself in season 6 and at some point was like “I was busy having sex with women”). It’s also implied that both he and Garth knew what the Purgatory in Miami was and that Dean expected Garth to get the joke, and Garth is another character that knows Dean beyond the façades. And then there’s a constellation of tiny moments that don’t mean anything on their own but in the context of what we know about Dean fit in the picture, like Jenna Nickerson feeling comfortable mentioning the first girl she’d kissed after knowing Dean for a short while.

At this point we’re left with “does Dean know he’s not straight” and, well, at this point it’s obvious but the thing is: Dean takes pride in his being anti-normative. Unlike Sam, he embraces his underclass identity, his not-normal identity. He acknowledges he’s a freak ever since day 1, and while he has heavy issues with the loneliness that comes with it, he uses it as an important brick in the construction of his identity. May I refer you to this conversation I had with @aslightsgoflashing and @f-ckyeahfutbol that touches this very topic.

Now, Dean’s relationship with his sexuality is extremely complex - we need, for instance, to count his experiences with sexual assault into it (I mentioned season 6 before, which also happens to be where he gets assaulted by a man in a sexually charged context, while I believe the other instances of sexual assault on him are carried out by women). Dean lives a life where is body is a) a commodity for the job, b) always at risk of being violated (in multiple ways, from wounds to possession). He’s always walking on a line between protecting his body and weaponizing it (it’s not a coincidence his body has been used as bait so often) and he that goes with sexuality too. He’s vocal in expressing knowledge of obscure kinky sexual practices, talking about how he’ll “try everything once” or whatever (but enjoying wearing pink panties is a secret…).

He builds his identity is a complex, ambiguous, ever-changing relationship with his body and his sexuality, and there’s nothing about him that suggests to me that he lives in a bubble where he doesn’t know he’s queer. Maybe he didn’t always (or ever) had the correct terminology for it or really conceptualized it, but in his twenties the guy knew his Pink Flamingos references (and Sam didn’t).

I think that among the reasons why Dean isn’t throwing himself at Cas’ feet and declaring his undying love for him, the fact that Cas has a dude body is, like, the last one on the list. I mean, I’m not saying he does not perceive men and women differently - he has different ways of relating to men and women due to the overwhelmingly homosocial context he’s lived pretty much his entire life, although he’s clearly developed a less sexist way of relating to women through the years - but his reluctance in opening himself to Cas is not due to some “gay panic” thing. I mean, it would be pretty diminishing to read it as just that.

So… well, these are my two cents on the topic :)

tbh positivity isn’t at all necessary for groups that enjoy continuous affirmation by the structural workings of society. like i know half-assed positivity posts are in right now but please… i don’t need positivity for being able-bodied. every day that i am able to easily access my university, apartment, and masjid & every day that i am not judged or demeaned based on my ability- i know that i am being affirmed. if you’re white &/or cis &/or straight etc. you will experience privileges similar to this- a world so intentionally created for you it can be difficult to notice how different it can be for others, especially as certain identities intersect. 

the affirmations that i receive, unfairly, for my ability do not need to be re-affirmed with “positivity culture”. if you work to recognise your privilege, you already know that a given identity benefits you in tangible ways. positivity only has any power when it counters a norm of what is deemed “good” or “acceptable” within a certain narrow & harmful viewpoint. 

like..when i was sixteen-year old sex worker and had just received a positive hiv test result, the declaration that i was not dirty or unworthy of love would have been meaningful and indeed a radical idea. when i was first discovering my sexuality as a woman of colour, the idea of my feelings being natural and good would have certainly made an impact on me.

positivity can be significant. it becomes empty when we start endorsing statements like “i hope all cis boys are having a good day” or “white women are valid your race doesn’t make you any less beautiful” or “able-bodied folks are ethereal” or “straight people deserve better”. it becomes actively harmful when we suggest that “abusive men who yell and punch walls are valid and lovable” or “support straight people who want to destroy all lgbt people because of mental illness” or “it’s okay if you violently hate all women”. like? it’s one thing to uselessly give special support to already supported groups but it’s quite another to reinforce detrimental politics or beliefs at the expense of vulnerable groups lmao.

If I would end a relationship with a man if I found out he was watching porn? Absolutely. For the sake of all the women hurt in and for the making of porn, all the girls and women hurt by porn sick men, all the rape victims whose perpetrators were inspired by porn, all the women in prostitution who are forced to accept men demanding to do the things they have seen in porn that hurt women’s bodies, and for the sake of my and every other woman’s humanity. A man who watches porn does not respect women and me and other women have enough evidence to know this. Men trying to convince us they still absolutely respect us is worth nothing. Show it. Prove it. Live it. For all women.

Office Cohorts

fluff // There’s trouble bubbling up at work

With a screech, the chair in front of you was pulled up. You kept your face pointed down at your laptop, but your eyes didn’t dare take themselves away from the intruder who’d now sat down and placed his files and cup down. You waited for him to say something, better yet, stand up and sit at the other empty tables.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” He asked.

You inwardly scoffed. What was the point in asking when he’d already become well acquainted with the seat?

“Sure.” You finally said.

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certainrivers  asked:

how is this a safe space for women survivors if you're sharing obviously transmisogynistic stuff talking about "biological women" and implicitly talking about ~shared girlhood~ and stuff? you're actively sharing things that harm trans women?

#LAVENDER sisterhood answer:

It’s a safe place for US = Vaginas.  A place that isn’t controlled by patriarchy and what we should be talking about.  

I’m tired of having everything I write about being TERF, SWERF, when I am posting and talking about OUR EXPERIENCES.   Birth control, pregnancy & menopause.

I’m essentially doing this generation of “Our Body; Our Selves” for psychology & sociology.   I find it insulting:

to censor and demand I write about things I don’t know. DO I GO IN THEIR SPACE? demanding they talk about incest?

THIS IS ABOUT MY JOURNEY

I put the energy into the production of it.  I put the 8 hrs a day of labor. I don’t appreciate all my hard work littered with rude trans-activism “what about me.”  “the sister’s a TERF”

WE DON”T HAVE THE SAME JOURNEY

Being a “biological woman” does mean we all share “girl-stuff”. 

Menstrual cycle, Menopause, pregnancy scares, birth control, cramping AND NO! men will never understand, and we WOMEN can’t escape it, unless we have it removed.  

It effects our health, moods, behavior and you want to say that’s not important; How misogynistic towards us!

We all enter this world knowing that our role is to be MATERNAL; it comes with the vagina. 

We don’t get to escape the role of mentoring/teaching men: our mates, our fathers, our brothers, our sons, basically everyone.  

I’m making a stand because I’m setting boundaries.

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF FIRST.  Hoes before Bros (even trans-hoes)

… and showing all my SISTERS, that it is RIGHT to do the same. 

If there are people in your life that are constantly sabotaging your recovery, BLOCK THEM from Zapping your energy.  

Bubbles

Pairing: AJ Styles/You/Roman Reigns

Warnings: Sex. Dirty talk.

Summary:  Roman Reigns and AJ Styles x Reader threesome orgy! You get in your car and drive home from a long, stressful day at work. You open your suite door and see that AJ Styles and Roman Reigns are in your jacuzzi with bubbles. After taking your clothes off, all three of you get right down to business! Details, smut, sensual moments and lots of kink! Thanks.

Notes: I did my best for you anon ! I didn’t feel comfortable going full smut because you weren’t very clear with what you wanted to see. I didn’t want to possibly write anything that might squick you. In the future when you drop by the ask box maybe give us some more details ?  - Dani

Everything that could have gone wrong has gone wrong today. You are just over it. This day needs to be over. You want to be at home in your jacuzzi tub, soaking in some bubbles and drinking your way down a whole bottle of wine. A nice long phone call with your guys would go a long way too. They always make you feel better even when they’re literally on the other side of the world.

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Can I Help?

Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 5,439

Genre: Smut

This is definitely a re-upload :) sorry it was deleted!


I don’t like school. You may ask, “well, duh, who’s enjoying this hell hole?”, but nobody asked you. I have to force myself to go to class every day, and my English class just makes it worse. The teacher is amazing, he’s my favorite by far, but the teacher’s assistant? He is easily the cockiest, rudest, most disrespectful man on the face of this planet. He’s only 3 years older than me, 21-years-old, and so the childish “look how hot I am” persona is still there. Don’t get me wrong, he is definitely hot—too hot! They shouldn’t allow men like him into the world, does things to our bodies. Anyway, today we’re getting our results back from our last test and I already know 100% that I failed. My teacher keeps saying I should get a tutor, but that sounds so gross. Mr. Jeon walked around handing back the tests while Mr. Kim, sin himself, stood smirking at everyone, his eyes lingering on me for a second too long every so often. UGH. “Y/N”, his voices startled me, my eyes darting up to meet his. I frowned, taking my test from him as he sighed, “I won’t say it again, you should get help for this class. I don’t want you to fail”. I nodded slowly, “I don’t really know who to ask”. He smiled slightly and gestured over at his TA, “that’s quite literally what he’s here for”. “No, that’s okay. I will find someone else”, I murmured, the bell ringing right after. Everyone got up and filed out, but I took my time. “You would be willing to help her, right, Taehyung?”, Mr. Jeon asked him politely, no hint of anything in his voice as he packed up his desk. Mr. Kim grinned, nodding without hesitation, “of course, Jungkook. Anything to help your—I mean our students”. H gave me a subtle smirk without Mr. Jeon seeing, so I rolled my eyes. “Gross”, I whispered, turning to Mr. Jeon with a smile, “sure, I’d love the help. Thank you”. He clapped his hands together and smiled, “does tomorrow after class work for both of you? You can use my room”. We both nodded and I left quickly after thanking my teacher again so Mr. Kim couldn’t say another word. No thanks! Not today! I got home and tried to focus on anything other than tomorrow. Kim Taehyung, you better keep your comments to yourself.

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What he says: I’m fine
What he means: People who present themselves in feminine-coded ways- boys and girls and nb alike- are always portrayed as very feminine or androgynous in appearance. Why is it so hard to find them with masculine-coded shapes and features? Where is the love for manly men and buff  women who like to wear pretty things? Where is my six and a half foot muscley chubby bara in a fluttery skirt that flares out when he twirls around and glittery nail polish and a messy manbun? Where is my buff af tank lady in a floral sundress and a floppy yellow hat? Why does “feminine coded presentation” automatically equal “feminine coded body”? Why is it so blindingly obvious what my type is, seriously, this is getting ridicululous. Also why aren’t the artists of the world catering to me and my very specific tastes and wants and needs?

Surprise.

Paring: Negan x Reader

Warnings: Just some fluff.

Originally posted by smuttwd

Waking up feeling the warm shine of the sun in my face, I slowly recover my mind after the great slumber. I move slightly with my eyes still close to search for Negan. Feeling the empty mattress I growl in disappointment. That old man, probably lose his sleep.

After getting up and stretch in front of the big window enjoying the great feeling of the sun embrace. I start to look at the great room. Yet in that fucked up world, Negan lives as a king, of course he have that after some decisions he made and yes he is a “freaky deaky”, he can be the devil in hundreds and hundreds of people eyes but what can I do? He’s gorgeous, sexy, smart, treat me as a queen, never let anyone treat me badly even before we get along and married. I know it’s cliche and I hate myself for feel like that but I think we were meant to find each other.

Negan POV

I lost my sleep before the fucking sun raised, what I am now? A rooster? Fuck. After a great night of freaky deaky with doll; I was actually expecting sleep for days. That girl have all of the best. She’s fucking great, know my body so well and even when I am the only one doing something in some moment her moans, grunts, the way she speak my name… Fuck, I didn’t know I had so much stamina. I had so many women in my life, but that one? Is like Y/N was made just for me.

But I probably lost my sleep cause I was anxious about today. I will prepare a picnic. Yes a fuckin’ picnic.

Knowing Y/N favorite things I told my men to search her favorite fruits, her favorite cake flavor (and make sure the person that does it fears me enough for don’t try put venom on it), favorite soda (if that shit still on shelf life), her favorite everything. I told if it was necessary for them plant fucking seeds just to make her smile. After two weeks of scavenging and some men I had to kill in different places I got everything.

Going to kitchen and say for the old lady who are in charge on supplies, prepare the more cheesy picnic basket she can, and I told her if she says anything to anyone, well, her loved son would met the hot iron.

When I get Dwight to prepare one of the cars, and after having him making sure he and others fuckers get a save place for us to go. I get to call her for our little trip.

Y/N POV

Suddenly I hear the door open and gracious footsteps, I look around seeing Negan there with his delicious smirk. He’s using a black pants, grey t-shirt, a pair of boots and no jacket; But his favorite outfit on hands. Lucille.

“Why she’s bloody? Killed anyone already?” I ask with a steady but still hurt voice.

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To make something clear:

I get tired of people interrogating me about my apparent “hatred of men” when I say I’m a feminist so I’ll clear it all by explaining what a real feminist is,
- Someone that believes in the equality of all people despite economic, social, and political differences

I believe that men can be abused, raped, and treated poorly. I also believe that white people can feel racism. However, I also believe the wage gap is real, that black lives matter, that women should have the right to choose what to do with their bodies, and that disabled /LGBT+ people need to be treated better overall. Just because it is called feminism, it does not mean that it is female-centered. I grew up in an asian-American home and my mother (japanese) has said many horrible things about white people and I became uncomfortable with it. POCs can be racist and women can be sexist.

I have a really mixed opinion about male body image..

Now, I don’t know if this is a thing, but.

Some days I wake up, I feel great I can wander around the house stark naked, shake my buns, flirt with the mirror like some cringey 80s coming of age film. 

Other days I wake up, I feel like absolute shit, wonder why I’m alive and how people can even look at me without making a snide remark or offering some dietary advice.

I know I don’t have a six pack, I don’t want one, I don’t want one.. (I’m really try not to want one, because I don’t like them on other guys, so why feel the need to get one for myself. Just feels like I’m caving to expectations of male body) I know I don’t have the thinnest waist, the sharpest features and I’m pretty short.

But I really don’t understand why I feel like it’s such a bad thing, if I can have days when I’m completely in love with my body, why does it keep flipping back and forth?

Is it the porn I’m watching? is it this continuing obsession with physical expectations of gay men, why the fuck do I have to be a jock, or a twink.. or some bear? what even is that, is there some sort of niche porn where there’s a nice mix of body types and I don’t feel obligated to do a friggin’ work out routine every time I walk the snake.

I’m ranting.
But one of my goals for the future seriously has to be getting control of my body and starting to think about what thats going to mean, but fuck adonis physique and fuck catering my body to what a gay man should or shouldn’t look like.

Grumble grumble
Urgh.  

two hands digging in each other’s wounds

bellamy/clarke; rated m; 3,335 words

set in an incredibly optimistic future, 3 years post 2x16

read: ao3 or below 

The first time isn’t great.

It’s not like it’s bad but Clarke never really considered that sex with Bellamy would be anything less than great, even when she barely knew him

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anonymous asked:

I've been in kind of a gender crisis, but I've come to the realization that yes I identify as a guy, but I also want to carry a child. Do you have any advice for how I might help convince myself that carrying a child isnt a gender specific idea?

I mean, it depends on you individually! I managed to convince myself it wasn’t a gender specific thing by doing the following;

1. Constantly reminding myself that cis men tend to rate masculinity on things like pain endurance, and since pregnancy and birth is arguably the most painful thing in the world, I was therefore doing something incredibly masculine and badass. Most cis guys couldn’t handle it.

2. On a similar note, I reminded myself that cis men can’t do what I’m doing. It’s a super power. I spent so long being critical of my body due to dysphoria, comparing it to cis men’s bodies - but reminding myself that this was an incredible thing my body could do that theirs couldn’t had an empowering feel to it. It was an area where I, as a trans man specifically, was capable of something a cis man wasn’t.

3. Honestly my trans guy Enj + small citizen headcanons helped me, since I project on him a lot. I was messing with those hcs for months and months before I got pregnant, so I had plenty of time to feel like it was a normal thing, since even when it’s you writing them, seeing things like that regularly does help normalise it even in your own mind.

4. I sought out other trans men in the same or similar positions! Finding a community of a sorts was a huge help, it definitely reinforced the idea that okay, other people do it, I’m not an odd one out for wanting this.

5. Finally, focus on the end goal of your child and remind yourself that 9 months isn’t actually that long. My pregnancy has sped by! It’s wild to think in less than 4 months my little boy will be here. It feels like yesterday I was broody and trying to get pregnant.

Anyway, good luck in any future endeavours, and I hope this helps somehow!

Can we please take a moment to appreciate this wonderful song with the wanking bit in it. It shatters stereotypes, praises natural things in your body and mind, I want to sing it out loud and live in this wonderful place, where everybody sees world as Damon does.

Feysand AU - Part 6

Hey guys!! Here is Part 6. I was actually really happy with this part and this is tonnes of Feysand fluff in this chapter. 

All characters belong to Sarah J Mass!!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 

As we walked out of the door, I let go of Rhys’s hand and looked up at him to see his smile falter. I turned to walk towards the reception but as soon as I realized Rhys wasn’t following me I turned back to him and asked: “Are you coming?” His eyes trailed up my body and focused on my lips and then he nodded, smirked and followed.  

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Changing Wings: Part Two

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Tags: Twisted Soulmate AU, Part Two, 

So, takes me a year to finally figure out a part two? I am so very sorry, and I have all these excuses, but that doesn’t really make up for my major delay. It’s kinda a short addition, I need to figure out where I was going with this when I started with it, and decide where to take it now… so there will be more, and hopefully much sooner than next year!

Also, on a slightly different note, I haven’t seen anything past season ten of supernatural, so if there are any out of character things / accidental spoilers I deeply apologise. I do plan on catching up - in fact, my sister is planning to get me season 11 for my birthday. So yay!

Part One:

(Tagging the people who sent me asks over the last year/reblogged asking for a part two. @hawkeyethenerd @tiffanycaruso @madamecherrypie @leenasleena-blog) If don’t want to, or do want to be tagged please let me know!


“Not a typical Sunday?!” Dean stood, moving slightly in front of you and glaring at the angel that he called his best friend. Sam sat beside you, but he couldn’t hide how tense he was, ready to react if anything happened between his brother and friend.

“I do not know what else to say, Dean. I made a mistake, not one that can be fixed. Which means that now we must figure out how to deal with what happened. I must inform Y/N of what will happen to her now that she is my soul mate.” You knew stress when you heard it, Castiel trying not to freak out as every word passed his lips. He knew what was going on and he was scared, but more than that, you could feel his fear and worry as if it was your own. Only able to tell the two apart thanks to the fact that his feelings were slightly fainter. This must be what normal soulmates feel all the time the feelings and emotions of those they had bonded to.

“Sam said you’re my last ever soulmate, what does that mean?” You spoke, hoping that clear questions would make things easier, on all of you. There would be very little information out there for Sam to find, he’d already combed through everything in the men of letters bunker, and you had no idea where else would have collected records on angels.

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anonymous asked:

How does islam empower women?

Hi anon, that is a very intellectual question and I am definitely going to give you a long and detailed answer to aid you in your understanding. Before I start, I want to make it clear that many cases of female ‘oppression’ in Islamic countries such as Saudi law preventing woman from driving is COMPLETELY INFLUENCED BY CULTURE and under no circumstances approved in traditional Islamic ruling. Let’s begin! 

All evidence of female empowerment can be found in the Qura’an, the very first one being that God dedicates an entire chapter to women in it. If you wish, you may open Surah An-Nisaa to see this for yourself. 

Islam gives women the right to education, to marry someone of their choice, to retain their identity after marriage, to divorce, to work, to own and sell property, to seek protection by the law, to vote, and to participate in civic and political engagement. While woman in Islam have been enjoying these rights for the last 1400 years, some of these things (such as voting and women in the work force) where only legislated in western society in the last hundred years. 

It’s further expressed in Islam that men and woman are equal, but also recognizes that both genders are not identical. These differences are embraced in Islam to ensure that a community is strong in every aspect as everyone, women and men alike, offer their talents to society to mutually support it. . 

Education is an obligatory commandment on all Muslims, be they male or female. Islam ordains that women should be educated, upright members of society. Some of the most influential scholars of Islam have been woman. Women’s participation in academia has been encouraged and practiced throughout the majority of Islamic history. For instance, al-Qarawiyin Mosque and University, the oldest running university, was funded by a woman, Fatima al-Fihri, in Morocco, 859 C.E.

In Islamic history, women participated in government, public affairs, lawmaking, scholarship, and teaching. To continue to uphold this tradition, women are encouraged to actively participate in improving, serving, and leading the different aspects of the community.

While many societies around the world denied women inheritance, Islam assured women this right, illustrating the universal justice of Islam’s divine law. Woman in Islam have a right to work, and she has the right to spend her money on how she sees fit. 

The long standing idea of hijaab ‘oppressing’ women is one that I, as a Muslim woman of color who wears not only hijaab, but also a face veil, can easily dispose of. No, our men do not force us to wear our head scarves. We do it out of our love and devotion to our God. 

I don’t chase the ever changing standard of beauty society throws at me, nor do my sisters in Islam. We are liberated from this vainly visual world, and thus more often then not, we make connections with people who love our souls and not only our faces or bodies. 

Islam does empower woman. Look through my blog and tell me I am not empowered. The only thing that is taking our rights away are the ill media portrayals of our religion.