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Enjoy the Silence - Request

Requested by @deathbyapril:  Could you do one where the reader is mute so sherlock keeps her around because she never answers back, only listens. He ends up falling in love with her and vise versa.

Pairing: Sherlock x mute!reader

Word count: 2,689

Warnings: Un-edited.

A/N: I’m so sleepy, but I wanted to do this so badly… 


Originally posted by whenisayrunrun

Sherlock Holmes, the punch-line man. He talked, and talked, and talked, and God have mercy on whoever dared to answer back – especially to the ones who argued against his statements – because Sherlock would not only destroy them, but also make sure to make it as humiliating as possible.

That was exactly why Watson had meticulously searched for the right assistant. She had to be smart, but also someone who could stay quiet all the time. She had to keep up with him, and also someone who didn’t flinch with the strange things Sherlock kept at the flat.

At first it had been a tedious task. Every single person he had interviewed had details that would make Sherlock cringe. Some of them were smart, but also chatty as a radio host. Some others were quiet, but they weren’t as smart as needed. There would be people who would be smart and quiet, but when John asked them to open the refrigerator and met the several limbs Sherlock kept there… Well, good things didn’t happen.

John was about to give up, thinking of ways of apologizing to Mary for he would have to continue working with Sherlock because no one would fit the profile. But then (Y/N) appeared.

She handed John her curriculum, which was perfectly done and emphasized the many traits Sherlock admired on a person. John tried to convince himself not to illusion himself so soon, but then she limited herself to nodding and/or shaking her head when replying to John’s questions. And when he sent her to open the refrigerator, his heart fluttered when she simply tilted her head to analyse the items there before breathing out a chuckle.

“You’re hired.” John had said seconds after, and that was how she ended up working with the world’s only consultant detective.

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anonymous asked:

help! I come from a Jewish family and I’ve been taught that Islam is a terrible religion, that it promotes sexism, and even rape. I however have always ignored this but I see it everywhere in the media but then I see people saying it does support feminism, that women get to choose to wear the Hijab, that rape is wrong, etc I’m sorry if I sound confused or anything, I just need help understanding Islam, and maybe a few pieces of proof showing it’s a religion just as good as Judaism . Thank you!

You don’t sound confused at all and its really important to ask questions, and look directly at the source than to absorb all the information from the media.

So, what I’m going to do is provide you with some scriptures to help you understand Islam more, and answer your question.

Before I show you some of the texts, here is a background of what they are, if you weren’t aware of them. (I apologise in advance for the information overload).

I will quote from two sources: The Quran (Which is the book that was reveal to Muhammad Peace be Upon Him. The Quran is split into chapters, which are known as Surahs) and the Sunnah (Which is a compilation of teachings, saying and deeds of the Prophet Muhammad Peace be Upon Him). 

 The Sunnah was compiled into written format after His death, by which they are known as Hadiths. The two most famous complilations were from Imam Bukhari and Imam Muslim. These compilations are respectably known as Sahih Bukhari, and Sahih Mulim (Sahih meaning authentic). There are other compilations such as; Ibn Majah, Sunan Abu Dawud, Tirmidhi, Al-Nasai, .. all named after the scholars that compiled them, but they contain other grades of hadiths e.g Hasan, meaning reliable.
 To understand the difference between the grades requires some studying, because they are based on a chain of narrations and there is a whole science behind it… But, for ease of understanding, I will try and stick to all the Sahih Hadiths in this response.
 When you see a hadith I have quoted that says “Narrated by …” - That narration is usually from someone who a close companion of the Prophet Muhammad Peace Be Upon Him.
 Also if you see “ﷺ” - it is just an honorific in arabic which we as muslims attribute to the Prophet Muhammad and it means Peace be Upon Him. We also say Peace Be Upon Him after all of the Prophets in Islam.
 If you see “رضي الله عنه” or “رضي الله عنها” which are honourifics we use for companions of the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ, which mean “May God be pleased with Him” or “May God be pleased with her”.

 Now… Like Judaism, Islam also teaches the 10 commandments, it is also a condition of being muslim, to believe in the the books revealed by God: The Torah revealed to Moses, The Zabur (interpreted as the Book of Psalms) which was revealed to King David, Injil (The Original Gospels) which was revealed to Jesus, and also the Scrolls which were revealed to Abraham, and are now considered to be lost. (May Peace be Upon Them).

We hold all Prophets of God in high regard, in fact Moses (Peace be Upon Him) and Jesus (Peace be Upon Him) are mentioned in the Quran more times than Muhammad Peace be Upon Him.

OK.. are you ready?

Upholding Justice

I’m going to start with this, because in a sense, this bit may answer the majority of your questions.

In the Quran, God commands us to promote justice. So much so, that we should speak up for it even if it is against ourselves.

“You who believe, be steadfast in your devotion to God and bear witness impartially: do not let hatred of others lead you away from justice, but adhere to justice, for that is closer to awareness of God. Be mindful of God: God is well aware of all that you do.”

~ Surah Al-Ma’idah, Verse 8

“You who believe, uphold justice and bear witness to God, even if it is against yourselves, your parents, or your close relatives. Whether the person is rich or poor, God can best take care of both. Refrain from following your own desire, so that you can act justly- if you distort or neglect justice, God is fully aware of what you do.”
~ Surah An-Nisa, Verse 135

As you can see, these two verses alone command us to treat people fairly regardless of who they are; even if they are our enemies, we should treat them fairly so they receive justice, and if we do not, we will be held accountable to God. It covers being just in all aspects of life, and not when someone commits wrong against you.

As for choosing to wear hijab…

Wearing the hijab is obligatory in Islam, but the Quran teaches us not to force people into doing something for the sake of religion. This is not just in wearing the hijab but also other aspects of Islam.

“There is no compulsion in religion”
~ Surah Al-Baqarah, Verse 256

Instead, we are taught to advise by being polite and using good manners:

“Call people to the way of your Lord with wisdom and good teaching. Argue with them in the most courteous way, for your Lord knows best who has strayed from His way and who is rightly guided.”
~ Surah An-Nahl, Verse 125

“By an act of mercy from God, you were gentle in your dealings with them- had you been harsh, or hard-hearted, they would have dispersed and left you - so pardon them and ask forgiveness for them.”
~ Surah Ali ‘Imran, Verse 159

Narrated Jabir bin ‘Abdullah رضي الله عنه‎: The Prophet ﷺ said,
“Every act of kindness is a Charity.”
[Sahih Al-Bukhari: Book 78, Hadith 52]

Narrated Anas bin Malik رضي الله عنه‎: The Prophet ﷺ said,
“Make things easy for the people, and do not make it difficult for them, and make them calm (with glad tidings) and do not repulse (them).
[Sahih Al-Bukhari: Book 78, Hadith 152]

Is rape wrong?

Rape is a crime that is forbidden in all major religions, and in the minds of anyone who possesses an ounce of sanity.

Islam has a clear stance that states this repugnant action is forbidden and imposes a strict penalty on those that commit rape. The laws of Islam protect a womans honour and chastity and the crime of rape carries a severe punishment. In certain cases it carries the death penalty, should there be no doubt whatsoever that the rapist is guilty.

In Islam, capital punishment for certain crimes can only be undertaken if the evidence is absolutely 100% that the suspect is guilty. This is comparable to certain laws in the US, where a person can be found guilty and face the death penalty even if there is reasonable doubt. 

Does Islam support feminism?

Islam identifies men and women both play different roles in society. That doesn’t mean men have more rights than women, it means we share responsibilities between each other. If we take the example of a mother giving birth to a child. No matter how much time a father spends with his child, the bond between the child and the mother will always be stronger. Does that make the father or mother any lesser? No.

Abu Hurairah رضي الله عنه reported that a person said:
“Prophet ﷺ, who amongst the people is most deserving of my good treatment?”
He ﷺ said:
“Your mother, your mother, your mother, then your father, then your nearest relatives according to the order (of nearness)”
[Sahih Muslim: Book 45, Hadith 2]

Notice how the mother was mentioned 3 times before the father, this shows the high regard in which a mother is shown.

Islam empowers women, it teaches that what they own belongs to them, and after marriage. The husband cannot take from her earnings to support the household. He must provide for them. That does not mean that the women is lesser because she can not provide for herself, it gives the duty to the man to do so, but at the same time it doesn’t forbid the woman from doing so. It is important to understand this because many that interpret the western meaning of feminism and look into islam, tend to misinterpret this.

“You who believe, it is not lawful for you to inherit women against their will, nor should you treat your wives harshly, hoping to take back some of the bride-gift you gave them, unless they are guilty of something clearly outrageous. Live with them in accordance with what is fair and kind: if you dislike them, it may well be that you dislike something in which God has put much good.”
~ Suran An-Nisa, Verse 19

Islam honours women greatly and commands men to treat women with kindness. Even Gold and Silk is forbidden for men to wear, whereas it is permissible for Women!

I hope that is enough to answer your questions.

Its great that you’re taking the initiate to ask questions, so if you have any more please do not hesitate to ask. If I have missed anything out, please forgive me.

Thank you.

{Special} College!AU Jinyoung
  • major: ethics 
  • minor: public policy & administration 
  • clubs: he participates in a lot of demonstrations that are anti-war/anti-tyrannical government. he’s done a couple of marches and hunger strikes. he’s very into politics and goes to as many protests as possible 
  • sports: rowing team 
  • jinyoung is the sensible group friend. like all of college got7 is a goddamn mess but jinyoung is the designated driver, nurse on call, and therapist all bottled into one when it comes to taking care of his friends 
  • and it’s like he’s not sweet and sugary about it like he will not hesitate to slap bambam awake if he knocks out drunk in the wrong dorm 
  • but also jinyoung is very practical in his schoolwork and life too. like he got into ethics because his self morals are strong and he likes getting down to the real reason some people act the way they do or think the way they do
  • like he’s always got questions about wealth, power, religion, etc. in his head whenever he analyzes anything
  • and so that can make him come off as kind of pretentious because he has the insatiable urge to nitpick everything 
  • but no one can argue that he’s not a hardworker. he’s the top of his major and his gpa is perfect but he’s not like a natural genius, he’s someone that studies for hours and hours and puts effort into presentations and essays
  • and some people are just jealous of that, that’s why they call him ‘pretentious’ or ‘stuck up’ because they don’t look past the fact that yeah - he’s proud of his grades - but do you know what he did to get them?
  • jackson and yugyeom like to tease jinyoung about loosening up a bit, but jb always shoos them off because jinyoung is sincerely hoping to change something with his career
  • and that’s why he’s into public policy and administration, like he knows he needs a seat somewhere in the top to inflict real change and sometimes jb is like “jinyoung, i can’t wait till you’re the prime minister.’ and jinyoungs like ‘jaebum you know that’s not realistic’
  • BUT LIKE IT IS JINYOUNG YOU’RE SO HARD WORKING AND INTELLIGENT YOU COULD DO IT ,<– is what jb is thinking but instead he just shrugs because gotta keep it cool n chic
  • but yeah jinyoung is just a model student, but he’s outspoken and always busy with some protest organization or researching for his senior thesis that (of course) he’s started early 
  • and whenever someone mentions dating? clubbing? drinking? jinyoung just continues eating his lunch or underlying notes in his book because like Who Has Time for That
  • like youngjae has tried to ‘brighten up’ jinyoung’s college life by taking him to cooking club and jinyoung ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, let’s just say it was a failure 
  • one; jinyoung can’t cook, two; he made someone cry when he said their cake batter tasted like the inside of a bleach bottle aND HE WAsNT TRYING to BE MEAN He JUSt DIDN’t know how to word it,,,right,,,,
  • and youngjae was like ‘bro hyung bro think b4 u speak….’ and jinyoung was like “of course i think before i speak youngjae that’s silly i want to be a public figure i need to think all the time-” and youngjae was like ZZZZZ HYUNG I MEANT IN REAL LIFE CONVERSATIONS THINK BEFORE YOU SAY SOMETHING TASTES LIKE BLEACH i s2g….
  • because jinyoung reads like crazy, he ended up getting a part-time job at the campus book store and like school, he works his hardest at his job
  • but seriously sometimes he can’t keep his sarcastic side down especially when some kid came in and was like “im looking for the communist…….man……..mani……manfiesta? by some dude named karl marcus?” 
  • jinyoung god damn near lost his shit he was like mAnFi E S T A m …. MARCUS….lISTEN here you LIL  …..SHi t. THAT MAN -
  • and ok jinyoung was straight up about to Educate this boy before the other employee had to run over and be like “ill take this customer!!!! jinyoung go in the back and check the stock!!!”
  • for the rest of the week jinyoung couldn’t get over it he just kept whispering ‘communist….man…..fiesta……..’ to himself even jb was getting creeped out
  • but the bookstore is actually how you meet jinyoung
  • and not because you talk to him or meet him at the register it’s because you come in, after your godforsaken saturday class, just to read a passage from your utmost favorite novel
  • and you don’t buy it, you don’t have to you have a copy at home, but you just…….love reminding yourself of those specific lines and just standing in that shop for ten, fifteen minutes reading them over gives you enough energy to keep going
  • and one day, out of pure curiosity you write a note on a piece of paper you ripped from your binder and it simply says ‘do you like this book too?’ and you stick it between the pages of your favorite novel and leave
  • and only like when you’re in your dorm late that night do you realize that’s the CORNIEST THING EVER but like it’s too late and to be honest the week goes by and you forget
  • but you’re reminded when you go back in on saturday and pull your favorite book from the shelf and out falls the slip of paper and you’re like ‘oh it’s what i wrote!’ but when you open it,,,,,,,,,it doesn’t say ‘do you like this book too?’ instead it says; ‘yes. very much.’ 
  • and you’re like WAIT.
  • some,,,someone,,,,,,,,answered me???????
  • and you damn near drop the book but you’re like dkfhej ok OK do i answer back???? what do i do???? and you’re gripping the book so hard you might bend it but you’re like thinking to yourself,,,,like there’s no harm in responding right???
  • so you rip out some more paper and write ‘what line do you like best?’ and stick it back into the book
  • only to run out of the store with your hands on your face becAUSE WhaT Are you D O I NG this isn’t some romance movie 
  • but,,,,,you can’t help but feel excited for your next saturday
  • and you don’t see but jinyoung watches you run out of the store and immediately drops his clipboard to go back to the section where he’s seen you stand every saturday for the last semester and he flips through the pages of your favorite book and out falls the slip
  • and outloud he reads; “what line do you like best?” and he grins to himself and flips over the paper to write; “i like too many. my favorite chapter is chapter 6.”
  • and he’s smiling when he gets back to the register and his co worker is like,,,,yo,,,,jinyoung,,,,,did you get a 100 on your test or something//??? and jinyoung is like what are you talking abut and the co worker is like it’s just,,,,,you’re all smiley today
  • and jinyoung is like “i am? i didn’t notice, stop looking at my face and concentrate on work” and the co worker is like YIKES ok sir but jinyoung is also like,,,,,,,,,touching his lips like ,,,,,,,what’s with me
  • and this note passing between you two goes on for like two fricken months
  • and it goes from talking about the book to asking questions about your thoughts and your goals and like
  • you don’t know who this stranger is, this person who doesn’t ask your name or what you look like or who your friends are - they’re just asking you ‘what do you want to do in life?’ ‘what do you want your impact to be?’
  • and you don’t stay 10-15 minutes anymore you stay for longer,,,thinking your answer through,,,,doing your best to convey your thoughts 
  • but one day when the questions is; ‘what do you see your future as’ you write ‘that’s impossible to answer, too much can happen and change’
  • and you place the book back onto to see someone come into the aisle and take it 
  • and you see that it’s this tall boy and you’re like oH,,,,is,,,is it him but he doesn’t even look your way he takes the book out with your note in it and turns to go pay for it and you’re like
  • and you like run over and catch him at the register where jinyoung is 
  • and you’re like “um!!!! i actually really need to buy that book-” and the guys like “this? but i need it for class.” and you’re like “so do i!!! i was just putting it back because i didn’t have enough money, but then i was like oH whatever ill put it on my card so if you could give me the book-”
  • before you can finish though the cashier takes the book from the guy and hands it to you and the guys like wtf? but jinyoung is like “would you rather i give you the pdf link? you can read it on your laptop and it’s cheaper-” and the guys like oh sweet sure 
  • and you’re holding the book looking at jinyoung who tells the guy how to get the book on his laptop and that’s when it hits you
  • if anyone could have been having a conversation with you through notes in a book,,,,then it has to be someone that works there who wouldn’t have any reason to buy the book
  • and so when jinyoung comes back he’s like “do you want me to ring you up for that?”
  • but you just smile and shake your head and you’re like “im going to put it back.”
  • and you turn to leave but jinyoung is like “wait, let me first check something.” and as expected when you hand the book back he takes the note out, reads your answer and again chuckles
  • turning to look up at you , you notice the pretty curve of his lips and the deep set brown of his eyes and he says
  • “too much can happen and change? i like that.”
  • and you kind of feel your face grow hot and you’re like,,,,,,,, “so it is you….” and jinyoung is like “yes, it’s me.”
  • and you don’t know what but maybe you were expecting something to happen when it was finally revealed but jinyoung is just so casual about it and you’re like 
  • “can we keep doing it?”
  • and he looks startled for a second, but then he adjusts the glasses he wears only to work and he’s like “of course, but here - this is my number it’ll be easier this way.”
  • and you’re like looking down at the paper he scribbled his number on and it’s on the paper you wrote your answer on and you take it and tell him you’ll contact him soon
  • and jinyoung is like “oh, give me the book by the way.”
  • and you do and he rings it up and takes out his own credit card to swipe and then hands the book back to you and is like
  • “keep it. it’s a memory.”
  • and honestly you’re too scared to text jinyoung and you’re too scared to go back to the bookstore because what if he asks you about not texting him until one day you see an envelope tapped to the front of your door and when you open it it’s a handwritten letter from jinyoung
  • and it goes; “you’re right, giving you my number was too easy. let’s hand write letters. i have a question; “if the future is impossible - what do you wish you were doing now?” 
  • and at the bottom it says that he’s in the north dorm room 007 
  • and you write out this whole thing about how you wish you were doing better in school, how you wish you were on better terms with more people, all these worries and when you head to the north dorm, with trembling hands you write ‘for jinyoung’ and slide it under
  • and only two days later you find the envelope on your door as well and when you open it you have to cover your mouth because it says;
  • “ah…..if it’s ok, i will tell the truth: i wish i was holding you.”
  • but let’s be honest jinyoung has seen you for months coming into the bookstore, smiling to yourself over your favorite novel, looking picturesque agains the sunlight coming through the window
  • and your glow, like it’d be hard for him /not/ to fall for you
  • and even though got7 thinks jinyoung has no game, like c’mon the boy reads, he listens, he observes, he knows how to capture someones heart
  • aND BoY oh B OY  did he capture yours
  • and you think the whole night on how to respond to him but instead you pick up the courage and on an evening when you know the bookstore closes early you go down to dorm 007, knock
  • and when jinyoung opens the door, plain white t-shirt and messy hair you’re like i made. a . good. decision
  • and he’s like “oh-”
  • and you’re like “im here to make your wish come true.”
  • and im not gonna go into detail, but you know what jinyoung meant by hold you and like he’s overworked. always being relied upon, always studying, always trying to strive for the best. he needs to lay down and relax
  • and you know you help with that ,,,,,,,,,, let him lay down and,,,,,,help him relax
  • and wow who knew model ethics major jinyoung has a lil secret tattoo on his hipbone ,,,,,,,,,it’s a rose and you kiss it and jinyoung goes from poker face to,,,,,,,,,,,,open mouthed maybe biting his knuckles to quiet himself down face
  • ok im getting way too into this moving on
  • afterwords jinyoung realizes that ok. first off everyone was right putting studying aside for a bit and,,,,getting intimate really does cure stress pretty well
  • also when you sit up and reach over to thumb through the book on philosophy after your done jinyoung is like: this is my dream person
  • but see you assume that this is a hookup, like you don’t stay the night because you know jinyoung is busy and you just tell him that you’ll be waiting for his letter with a giggle
  • and you don’t expect one, but a couple days later there’s a letter on your door and it goes;
  • “thanks for making my wish come true, come over tonight and ill grant you a wish of your own.”
  • best believe park jinyoung Goes Down to Town this blessed night and for the children im not telling you what that means and entails
  • and this exchanging letters, hooking up, staying up till the morning talking about books and about the moral lessons of life
  • like it becomes a thing
  • and whenever jackson or yugyeom is like “jinyoung, just get laid” jinyoung just calmly flips the page of his notes and is like “done that, any other advice?”
  • aND everyone wants to know who it is jinyoung’s with and you’re just like im Not Gonna Say Anything because like,,,,,,,you don’t even know if you and jinyoung are a ‘thing’
  • like you’re both too busy to go on dates and neither of you has ever asked the other one out 
  • like yes you tell each other your secrets and your opinions ,,,, but you’re like is that dating??? we don’t hold hands, we don’t take photos together, does jinyoung even want that??
  • and so it’s all a sweet secret until. you’re over at jinyoung’s dorm getting dressed and you’re done and about to say goodbye when there’s a knock on the door and it’s jinyoung’s friend bambam who’ve youve seen once or twice
  • and you want to slip by him but he tilts his head toward jinyoung and he’s like “is he tutoring you?” and LIKE you and jinyoung have told no one about what’s been going on so you’re like “um yeah~!! he’s my ethics tutor!!” and bambam smiles and he’s like “good, so it’s cool if i ask you out right?”
  • and you can feel the temperature in the room grow cold and you’re like “w-what?” and bambam’s like “i see you all the time around campus, you’re cute and it’s lucky jinyoung knows you. i was just wondering, are you free any time soon?”
  • and you don’t know what to say because this is a decisive moment, should you say no because of whats going on with you and jinyoung? should you say yes just because youve never been good at letting someone down???
  • and like your head legit might start spinning but it’s when bambam leans his hand over, seemingly to pinch your cheek to see if you’re going to respond that jinyoung gets up and grabs him by the wrist
  • and bambam looks over and you’re like 
  • and bambam is like ??!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?!?!??!!?!?!
  • and you’re like g;fdfhivew jINYOuNG and jinyoung is like “don’t touch them”
  • and like bambam is like “hyung,,,,oh my god hyung you’re not tutoring them are you.” and jinyoung rolls his eyes like
  • “no bambam. im not tutoring them.”
  • and bambam goes as red as a damn cherry and he’s like o h  OH  WELL I SEE HOW IT IS OK ILL BE GOING BYE
  • and he zooms the hell out of there and you’re looking at jinyoung with wide eyes and he’s like sighing like “it was going to come out some day..”
  • and you’re like “….what was gonna come out…..” and jinyoung ruffles your hair and he’s like
  • “that we’re dating, of course.”
  • and you can’t help the blossoming feeling of happiness that spreads through your stomach because like,,,,,while yes you liked the physical intimacy of being with jinyoung,,,,,,you also fell in love with his mind and how he speaks and how much he knows
  • and he never cuts you off of your opinion and he lets you reason things outloud and it’s so comfortable yet you learn so much from him
  • and you can’t help but be proud to be able to say someone like him is your boyfriend, like he is very much the type that you want to take back home to mom
  • and like jinyoung notices how giddy you are and he laughs and is like ‘come here’
  • and you go over and he takes your hand and kisses your fingertips and is like 
  • “im sorry we didn’t make it clear between us, but would you like to date?”
  • and you’re like “,,,,yes of course!!!!” and he keeps kissing your fingertips till he’s kissing up your arm and then pulls you down on him
  • only five minutes later to be like cRAP i NEED to prepare my speech for tomorrows protest
  • and you’re like should i go??? and he’s like “you can sleep in my bed if you want or help me go over my speech?”
  • and like im telling you right now: jinyoung only lets people that he holds  up to really high standards critique his work so when he lets you read over his speech he’s showing you that he really trusts you and values what you have to say
  • like he never in his damn life would let yugyeom edit his speech. he’d first sell his right toe
  • like bambam finds out first, and you and jinyoung are both like /: he might tell others but to your surprised he doesnt????? and jinyoung finally is just like 
  • like he grabs your hand and is like “im dating them” as he’s sitting at a table full of all his friends
  • and jackson’s the first to drop his chopsticks followed by a very long yell from yugyeom and a slow clap from mark
  • it’s very eventful
  • jb for a second thinks he’s hallucinating but you’re like hi im real. i love jinyoung
  • and everyone’s like hE Y WELCOME TO THE FAMILY 
  • remember how i said jinyoung is the sensible friend? well now you and jinyoung are the sensible couple. the sensible parents. you now hold the life of 6 young men in your hands because without you and jinyoung. they’d probably die
  • and jinyoung actually worries that you might cave under the work, but soon enough you’re like “i should pack lunches for everyone!!” or you’re like bringing extra water bottles when you hang out with them and you always have a napkin to give bambam and an extra pen to give to jb
  • and long story short all of got7 is heart eyes for you because you’re so caring and jinyoung is like coughs they were never this soft and thankful when it was just me
  • but jinyoung of course you know his plate is full of work, school, rowing team (no wonder his upper body is so strong, you noticed when he was holding your waist while you were ontop and you were like wait his arms. they’re toned. they’re toned AS HELL), and of course all the social activism he’s doing so you’re fine that you guys can’t go on a lot of dates
  • because even though you’re dating, every now and then jinyoung fold up a piece of paper and leaves it in an envelope on your dorm door and it’s nothing too long or too serious
  • just reminders that he thinks he’s the luckiest man on earth to have found you
  • you treasure the book jinyoung bought you, the copy of your favorite novel where you first exchanged notes and for the longest time you try to figure out what his favorite book is so you can buy him it back as a gift on your anniversary 
  • but jinyoung reads so many books……that it has you at a loss so in the end you get him a set of fancy bookmarks and blush because you admit you couldn’t figure out his favorite book
  • and jinyoung thinks it’s adorable he chuckles and put his hand on the back of your neck so he can pull you in for a kiss
  • you best believe jinyoung wants to meet your parents but you’re living on campus so all you get to do is skype with them and when you bring jinyoung onto the screen your mom is just like WOW! is that a MODEL! WOW! HANDSOME! and jinyoung charms her even more with sweet talk and casually dropping the fact that he has a 4.0 gpa and like
  • wow, i said this before but: this ! one ! you ! bring ! home ! to ! mom !
  • jinyoung never disappoints, he’s a gentleman through and through always offering to carry your things, always thumbing the corner of your mouth if you have a crumb stuck, pulls out chairs for you, pays on all your dates
  • and even when you’re like jinYOung let me take care of you- he’s like no no i have to take care of you
  • but im just gonna put it out here: that’s not always the case in the bedroom 
  • me: digs a hole and stays in it im soRRY
  • but yes the only glimpses of un-gentleman like jinyoung you see are if you stay the night and in the morning you see his toothbrush fall out of his mouth because you’re just wearing his shirt
  • or when he snaps at yugyeom or bambam and hisses for them to piss off and let him study (this only happens if they’re being eXTRemely loud. or if bambam is trying to fake ask you out to get a reaction out of jinyoung. which he always does and it’s so funny like jinyoung you know he’s playing why are you so jealous???)
  • jinyoung probably: i can’t risk losing my most precious person
  • you: oh my god i love you
  • yugyeom: oh my god that’s so romantic im gonna thROW UP
  • except lbr yugyeom would love it and be like hYUNG let me take a pic of you and them for my insta so i can tag it ‘true love is beautiful. jinyoung would know since he was always ugly bef- plEASE DONT HIT Me WITH THE TEXTBOOK”
  • jinyoung always has his hand on your lower back to steady you, it’s like a reflex of his and it’s warm and makes you feel safe
  • you always take his glasses off for him and clean them even when he insists he can do it himself and you’re like no!!! let me!!!
  • jinyoungs heart just shattering when you lean up to put them back on for him and he can’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss you
  • you see photos of jinyoung in the news from when he went to one of his protests and it makes you so proud and you tag along to some with him and his passion fires you up to be passionate too 
  • when jb told you jinyoung used to dream of being the prime minister when he was younger, you can’t help but think that that would be amazing. jinyoung’s so bright and well spoken, you tell jinyoung that he was basically born the be a public figure and jinyoung just melts because stop jb don’t tell them that they’re gonna compliment me and im gonna D I E 
  • lmfao you: hey, what’s that rose tattoo on your hip even mean jinyoung?
  • jackson, spitting out his coffee: TATTOO? HIP TATTOO? WHAT NOW?
  • jinyoung: good god, look what you’ve done
  • you: oops 

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Connecting the disconnected: when South Asians accuse East Africans of cultural appropriation 

On August 9th, Yasmin Yonis, a Somali-American writer, caused a Twitter storm when she started a conversation about accusations of cultural appropriation made by South Asian Twitter against Black Twitter. At the core of the debate were headpieces, henna paintings, clothing, ear chains and necklaces worn by women in East Africa and elsewhere that South Asians claimed as theirs.

Conversations about cultural appropriation have since few years been on the rise but have, for obvious reasons, mainly focused on how white cultures appropriate those of people of colour. Debates between people of colour have largely been sidelined to Twitter, Tumblr and other social media conversations. Yonis’s tweets struck a nerve and were shared by thousands, predominately Black Twitter. She argued that most accusations of cultural theft made by South Asians against Africans are expressions of widespread anti-black racism amongst South Asian communities. And she is right.

When South Asians accuse East Africans of cultural appropriation, it is less about cultural relations or power dynamics at play. It’s about brownness and blackness. It boils down to a question of race-relations and border demarcations. Such accusations stem from both widespread ignorance, but also plain old racism. A few months ago, I started my own tweet conversation on the topic, and here’s an elaboration.

The sight of a Somali woman wearing a multi-coloured dirac wrapped around her body, or that of an Ethiopian woman with henna painted on her hands irritates many South Asians because it challenges centuries-old myths about their place in this world and racial hierarchy. It’s a sharp reminder that there are understudied connections between these two parts of the world and many of its diverse communities. But, many South Asians would rather want to sweep those under the rug and pretend they didn’t exist.

Truth being told, most South Asians can’t fathom to be related or share anything in common with Africans.

If you today casually ask South Asians about historic relations and shared cultural heritages with Africans, you will most likely receive a baffled look followed by a prompt and outright negation. We’ve in fact silenced our shared histories to the extent that scholarship needs to be produced outside of South Asia to force us to look into our pasts and face the histories that were never granted its rightful places in our own history books. And when we seldolmy discover them, we treat them as if they were some anomaly, some exotic trope or even human zoo. There’s today little interest in uncovering African-South Asian relations, unless it serves neoliberal projects. This stands in stark contrast to how many South Asians remember and write about their relationships to Arabs, Persians, Turks and European colonisers, and, importantly, how many South Asians claim ancestry based on such long, complicated and often times violent histories. You’ll search in vain for any references that will connect you to the African continent. And you’ll have to search long for any South Asian to claim African heritage on their own (unless they are busy appropriating Black American culture, of course) and find some form of pride in it.

For South Asians, the Indian Ocean that connects us to East Africa is only relevant when talking about Arab traders or European Invaders. African-South Asian histories find no space within it.

Africa is of course not a country and neither is South Asia. The millions of people and communities have different relations and degrees of connections towards each other. Just as their cultures may vary, so do their histories, relationships and genetic heritages. What unites South Asia across the board however, is their embracement of whiteness. The aspiration towards fairer skin drives them towards an ‘Aryanized’ reading of their bodies and histories, which values fair skinned-bodies while equally erasing dark-skinned ones. This reflects in South Asia’s most widespread religion, Hinduism, which vilifies dark bodies by construing them as either symbols of death or demons. Fair-skinned bodies are, on the hand, seen as those of saints and saviours. Any embrace of whiteness/lightness is therefore equally also a rejection of blackness/darkness.

The community I come from, Eelam Tamils from northeastern Sri Lanka, has for centuries been construed as black within the South Asian context, including by other islanders. One of Hinduism’s holy books, the Ramayan, depicts us in its North Indian interpretation, the most dominant one, as barbaric monsters whose island is burnt to the ground by fair-skinned saviours. Diwali, the festival that follows Ram’s return from Lanka, is today still celebrated in the North as a mythical victory over darkness. Eelam Tamil (often also referenced as ‘Sri Lankan Tamil’) is today a codeword amongst South Asians for darkness/blackness, even for Indian Tamils. In light of it, calling someone a Tamil can be used as a slur by fair-skinned South Asians against dark-skinned South Asians.

Within South Asia and its diasporas, we’re next to Afro-South Asians, Andamanese and Nicobarese people one of the main recipients of anti-black racism. Being called anti-black racial epithets however, doesn’t stop us from equally producing and maintaining anti-black racism towards others. Quite the opposite: it makes us even more eager to demarcate our differences.

When I today ask my mother why our hair texture isn’t the same as to that of Indians, she provides me a dry reply that we are not Indian. When I dig a little deeper and talk to her about her hair politics and put them in juxtaposition to those of black women, she usually reacts outraged. When I say dosai tastes like injera, injera like dosai, tibs like meat curries, meat curries like tibs, my family refuses to hear it. When I tell them of the Eritrean waitress who mistook my Eelam Tamil friend and I for a compatriot and started taking orders in Tigrigna, they laughed it off. When a group of Eritrean youths at a refugee welcome party full of white Germans and other light-skinned refugees took their seat on our table to start bond with us as if we’re family, it remained an anecdote without consequences. When an Eritrean friend told me about the many times she has been mistaken for a ‘Sri Lankan Tamil’, they said that’s impossible. When my cousin was approached by four elderly Somali men playing chess in a McDonald’s in Norway in Somali, it was reduced to little more than banal entertainment. When a Somali friend wore a sari and my parents said in delight that she looked like a Tamil girl, they didn’t think about the meaning of their words twice. When white men then called us the ’n’ word, we said we’re not ‘African’. When fair-skinned South Asians addressed us as black, we called them racists. These are just few of the anecdotes we carry around but find no space to articulate or share because of how we’re positioned between fair-skinned South Asians and white people — at the expenses of possible linkages and solidarities outside of both.

When American-Indian-Tamil comedian Aziz Ansari mistook 14-year-old American-Sudanese Ahmed Mohamed, who was arrested in Texas for having built a clock, for a ‘brown kid’ he could project his own bodily experiences upon, it was more than just a simple negation and/or confusion of/over Mohamed’s Black Arab heritage. It didn’t just speak to Mohamed’s type of blackness which sits at the borderlines of erasure and irritation amongst dominant Black and Arab narratives. It also spoke volumes about Ansari’s type of brownness which similarly struggles with erasure and dislocation from dominant South Asian narratives. Ansari’s misidentification shows how colour lines are not static or linear. Neither are black and brown two absolute separates that never collide, historically or in the present day. They can be ambiguous, confusing and even messy because of how racial classifications do not respond to the complexity and diversity of human bodies, experiences and self-identifications.

From attire to jewellery to food cultures to skin colour, there are many things we share. We’ve rich histories that require explorations. Anti-black racism, however, raises us to believe that we monopolise our own cultures, that they are the result of isolation or mingling with fair-skinned others — but never with our dark-skinned brethrens. It tells us that black folks do ‘brown’ things when we’re actually also doing ‘black’ things. Anti-black racism functions as a form of self-hatred amongst many of us that we’re raised with since childhood, and our communities have been instilled with for centuries, much longer than the first presence of European colonisers in the region. It remains deeply intertwined with Hinduism and South Asia’s resulting caste apartheid. Anti-black racism under white supremacy and Brahmin supremacy pushes us to position us closer to lightness than darkness in the quest of surviving racial and caste hierarchies. It makes my family think about the many intersections of our experiences as coincidences rather than results of shared histories.

When in 2004 the tsunami embarked from Ace, Indonesia, to kill tens of thousands on India’s and Sri Lanka’s coastlines, the waves didn’t cease there but continued all the way until they reached Somalia and Kenya’s coastlines. Several hundreds were subsequently killed hours after the first earthquake erupted thousands of km further east, on the Asian side of the ocean. Yet the 2004 tsunami remains to be remembered as an Asian catastrophe and not an Indian Ocean one. Most have in fact never heard about African victims of this catastrophe. It is reflective of our how mental borders, connections and knowledges are drawn, limited and reproduced by colonial mappings; how they erase connections that challenge their very raison d’être and hinder us from thinking beyond the spatialities colonialism has left us with.

But if we’d be able stop identifying by land but, say, the ocean, we’d not be people of two continents but one ocean. If we’d be able to think of the ocean as something that connects us rather than divides us, we could begin to reflect about the relationships, cultures and histories that bind us. We’d be pushed to move away from conceptions of Asia and Africa being two separate entities, but could see them as the fluid, interconnected spaces they are. It would enable us to build meaningful solidarities and embrace our darkness while remaining cognizant of how white supremacy and caste apartheid intersect and organise us to weaken us and see us as strangers, when we are in fact anything but. Our anti-black racism can erase many of our shared histories, even lead us to cry cultural appropriation when seeing Somali women wearing diracs, but it can’t erase the waters that connect us. 

By:  S. Varatharajah

PhD student @UCLgeography |Founder @rootsofdiaspora | Rsr @europapress_Islamrace|diaspora|migration|memory|geography|urbanity|
postcoloniality -  Roots of Diaspora 

anonymous asked:

Ohhhh, I love the Sand Trap! 😍 I hope you write more, should the inspiration strike you!

His mom is a witch and Anakin has no problem admitting it because she, in a fit of malicious amusement, named her cafe the sand trap.

On purpose to mess with him.

It makes Padme laugh at him every time Anakin tells her after a few glass of wine and Ahsoka to outright giggle with delight.

But at least his mom makes lovely lunches he can pick up for half price so there is an upside to the cafe and he knows she appreciates him both bringing in labor (his friends when he was still in high school) and customers (from both his school mates and later on his work mates at the garage).

So there’s a clear positive from his mom running a brilliant cafe despite the unfortunate name and Anakin will admit he is ravenous as he gets off work, giving Saw and Steela a wave before heading out as the two siblings argue over the newest modifications to their own race car. Sometimes he envy’s Steela racing until he reminds himself of the last time he was in a race.

The crash still sometimes haunted his nightmares and he was lucky to get away with it with only minor trauma.

No, better to work on the machines and leave the adrenaline kick to the younger ones.

Following the familiar path from the Gererra garage to the Sand Trap, Anakin could already tell his mom’s cafe was pretty full and considering it was the slow time, that was pretty damn decent.

‘Guess its either take my food with me or buddy up at someones table…’ He mused as he stepped in, giving Ahsoka a wave.

“Skyguy! Usual order?” The teen asked with a wide grin, her sharp canines on display.

“Yup though if there’s any extra muffins, I’ll take that too.” Anakin grinned, leaning on the counter as she gave him thumbs up, lekkus curling in happiness.

Making small talk about school and work, Anakin glanced about to see where to sit.

Most of the people looked like they were couples or friends so it would be a bit bad form to sit with them.

Two looked like… well Anakin would rather not be involved in a long winded and awkward conversation about politics or religion sufficient to say from the badges they were wearing that was something they were interested in.

That left…

A man in a silver and black wheelchair, with a laptop on the table. He looked kind of sweet yet dignified, wearing comfortable jeans and a sweet knitted sweater in maroon and golden yarn. Over the back of the handles a blue blanket was carefully folded. He had an intently focused look on his face while clacking away at his laptop and Anakin had to admit he was a rather handsome looking chap with a carefully groomed red beard and hair that curled around his ears and into the nape of his neck.

On the floor by the wheels, a computer satchel rested.

“He’s been here all day.” Ahsoka offered when she saw where he was looking as she placed down his order. “A published author Shmi said. Your mom says he usually comes by most morning, has a cup of tea and a pastry but today he’s stayed most of the day.” She pulled out one of the turkey and cheese sandwiches his mother made early in the morning. “Take this to him if you’re gonna sit with him? I think your mom is fond of him and he seems kind of pale.” She smiled hopefully.

Not finding a reason to object, Anakin nodded and picked up the tray, moving towards the man.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” The mechanic questioned in a friendly manner, grinning a bit when the poor redhead jumped in surprise, looking up at him.

“Oh, no, please, have a seat. Do you want me to move my laptop?” He asked, eyeing Anakin’s tray.

Shaking his head, Anakin placed his cup of caramel coffee and the plate of tuna wrap and muffin down on his side before placing the turkey sandwich down on the others side. “Naw, its good. Also this is from the barista, she thought you looked a bit peckish.” He set the tray on a cleaning trolley and sat down, offering his hand to the redhead. “Anakin Skywalker.”

Looking a bit uncertain and kind of overwhelmed, the other took his hand. “Obi-Wan Kenobi… for me? Really?” He glanced at the food then twisted in his chair enough to look at Ahsoka who gave him a friendly wave.

A small smile appeared on the others lips, reaffirming Anakin’s thought of ‘sweet’ from earlier as he got back to his comfortable position.

“Yup. Its good, I sometimes get the turkey sandwich too but felt like having tuna today.” He offered with cheer.

Pushing his laptop a bit to the side to avoid getting crumbs in the keyboard, Obi-Wan drew the plate closer. “Indeed, well I won’t say it doesn’t look good and I am kind of hungry.” He laughed quietly.

Grinning, Anakin gestured to the others cup. “Want me to fetch you something more to drink or you good?” He asked.

Glancing at his empty cup, Obi-Wan gave him a self deprecating smile. “Would you mind terribly getting me a glass of water? I could do it myself but its rather full in here now…” He eyed the way he’d have to maneuver to get to the water mugs by the counter.

Anakin got up. “It would be no problem, honest.” He quickly slipped between two people’s chair and poured a large glass of water from the coldest of the pitchers, returning to see Obi-Wan carefully take a bite out of his food. “Here you go.” He settled the glass down, making sure to not set it too close to the laptop just in case.

“Thank you, you’re very kind.” Obi-Wan gratefully took a sip. “I must admit I got caught up in my writing and… well I forgot time.”

“I could tell.” The blond hummed, taking a bite out of his tuna with a happy hum as he eyed the other.

This close he could spot freckles on the others skin. ‘Man, sweet and cute? This guy is too good to be true.’ He smiled to himself, wondering…

Well perhaps he could make a new friend?

How The French View Americans: Negative Stereotypes Explained

We all have preconceived notions of certain countries and cultures. We might even understand that these are gross generalizations but that doesn’t keep us from believing them. The French have quite a few preconceived ideas on what it means to be American. I’m going to explore where these stereotypes might come from.  

*Disclaimer: This is all (slightly researched) speculation. *

1. Americans are stupid 

Americans have the unfortunate stereotype of being not so bright. Many Europeans would agree. Is there some truth to this? Well according to OECD (Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development), the U.S ranks 26th worldwide in scholastic test scores, below other world powers such as France, Germany, and China. But this is only proof if you believe that test scores accurately define intelligence. Also, the typical French person probably doesn’t know this statistic…so why do they think we’re “idiots”?

Probably because we are generally ignorant of the world around us. Who’s the Prime Minister of the UK? What political scandal is currently going on in Brazil? What is ISIS? The reality is many Europeans could answer these questions and many Americans could not. The other day I watched this American girl try to order at a french bakery. This first thing she said was “Hola” (*face palm*) and then she very loudly asked for a sandwhich in english, as if yelling would help the cashier understand her better. This is the American traveler in a nutshell - we go overseas without any regard for common practices, norms, or courtesies. This lack of cultural curiosity is what probably makes us seem uninformed, silly, and quite frankly, stupid. 

2. Americans are superficial

Outsiders believe that all we care about is our looks, status, and wealth. Materialistic is our name and consumerism is our game. But like, we can’t like, be bothered with things like “inner beauty”. I mean, duh, we have reps to protect! 

It’s not hard to understand why one would come to this conclusion of us. Watch American TV for 30 minutes and you will see how we eat up ideas of popularity and wealth. I mean we are the same country that has made famous-for-nothing Kardashians a household name. We’re also the same country that lets Channing Tatum “act” and lets Taylor Swift whine on every stage. I must admit (ashamedly) that I’ve thought to myself, “Wow, french actors and singers are not attractive”. But their celebrities are actually famous for being talented. Crazy concept, right? 

3. Americans are conservative 

One day when I was babysitting, I took the kids to the park. On the side of a building was a LARGE ad for a burlesque show with a topless woman gracing center stage. I remember feeling appalled. This is a park where children come to play! I looked around and none of the moms or their kids paid it any attention, almost as if this was normal. Am I a prude? No, I’m just American.

When it comes to nudity, cursing, or anything else considered taboo, we tend to censure it. These things are typically reserved for private spaces among adults. But in France, whether its in the media or in real life, they are much less likely to censor themselves. 

Theory time: Part of this may be because we are a much more religious country than France. Although we express freedom of religion within our Constitution, we cannot deny that our country was founded on Christian principles and those principles manifest themselves within our political, social, and cultural identity. Around 88% of American citizens are affiliated with a religion compared to almost 55% of French citizens. Why are LGBT and female reproductive rights hot button issues? Why is the drinking age still 21 years old? Because of persisting conservative sentiments. Perhaps we hold more modest values because of our country’s subconscious (or maybe not so subconscious) ties to religion. 

4. America is dangerous and racist 

To many outsiders, most of our major cities are synonymous with danger. New York. Miami. Chicago. I’ve been asked several times by wide-eyed Frenchies if I’ve ever visited these cities and if I’ve ever felt unsafe. What puzzles them most is why, oh why, can’t America solve its gun issue? Trust me, we’re asking ourselves the same thing. Mass shootings have become unnervingly commonplace and we are just as exhausted.  

As for the racism thing, French people have televisions. They see our public discourse on police brutality, the physical aggression at Trump rallies and that same presidential candidate’s stance on Mexican immigrants. They know well that our country was built on the backs of slaves and immigrants and has a 400 year history of racial oppression and discrimination. But don’t be fooled, France is not at all a racial utopia. They’ve had their fare share of discriminatory laws over the years. However, due to our track record, its the U.S that usually wins the prize of most racist world power. 

5. Americans are fat 

This is without doubt the number one stereotype about Americans and unfortunately there’s a lot of merit to it. We are one of the unhealthiest countries in the world. In 2015, 74 million Americans, almost 2/3 of the country, were considered overweight or obese. Researchers predict that these numbers will only increase and by 2020, 75% of the nation will be overweight. Compared to the 40% of overweight French citizens, these numbers are quite egregious.

But what’s ironic is that we are by far more obsessed with exercise and healthy eating. We have a strong “work out culture” in the states and for most Americans the question is not whether you’re dieting but which diet you’re on. As a whole, French people don’t actively work out. In fact in the 9 months I’ve been here, I have seen one gym. ONE. And it was extremely empty. They don’t have to work at being healthy because they just naturally are. It’s not in their culture to eat large fast food portions or eat out for that matter. Where as in the US, we love to dine outside the home. Not only is it a great way to connect with friends but its convenient. And from drive-thrus to 24/7 restaurants, you cant deny our love affair with conveniency.

6. Americans are self-involved workaholics

“You can be anything you put your mind to” “Reach for the stars” “You could be the next president of the United States!”

From an early age we are told that everyone is special. That hard work is the key to success and to dream as big as possible. I asked a couple of my students what they wanted to be when they grew up and none of them had an answer. From an American perspective this is very strange. Every American child knows exactly what they want to be by the age of 3. Even if the answer is a Princess, we raise children to have a very clear and confident vision of who they are and where they are going in life. 

Our society is characterized by individualism. What that means is that we emphasis personal achievements, we value independence, and much of what we do in life is self-enhancing. Many countries fall into this category and you can argue that there’s nothing wrong with it. But the inevitable result of individualism is that we lose sight in the importance of people around us. We are less family-oriented and instead place more value on our personal success, which typically translates to how we perform in our careers. 

Everyone is chasing the “American Dream”, hoping to make something of themselves. But instead of enjoying life, we’re too busy working hard for the money. We work 30% more than Europeans, have significantly less paid vacation time, and we’re one of the only countries that doesn’t guarantee parental leave for new mothers and fathers. We don’t value leisure time for ourselves or with our family. Maybe we are not personally “self-involved workaholics”, but the way our society is set up its almost impossible not to be. 

Feeling bitter? Well let’s glance at some positive stereotypes. 

7. Americans are very self-confident 

8. Americans are charitable

9. Americans are super friendly

10. Americans are good looking 

See, it’s not all bad. 

anonymous asked:

You can ignore this if you’d like but, does Sebastian have a grasp and understanding of modern technology or does he not know how to use it? Does he feel amused or impressed on what humans can achieve?

Good question, dear Anon!

Lets start with some basic background, to outline the situation: Sebastian, an immortal, eternal being has never been exposed to such thing as technology, no matter for how long was he living. The sudden development of electronics and machines started a little before Victorian era, which resulted in building many factories, inviting new mechines and almost completely changing the industry and economy in a surprisingly high rate which was the main reason for the decadency omnipresent in the society — both working and noble. People were starting to believe that the world is going to end soon because of what was going on, and since human’s mind need some time to get used to new environment and to adapt once again, they had a lot of problems in understanding and accepting the completely different world that was being born on their eyes. This period of time is called Industrial Revolution not without a reason.

In those times, Sebastian doesn’t seem to be startled by the changes, on the contrary, in the Green Witch Arc he appeared to be rather fascinated by the tank and possibly other war machines, too. He was impressed by human’s knowledge and developing technology, no matter that he, himself, most likely would need a while to learn how to use them but it didn’t concern him in the slighest.

Quite similiar thing happened in the second half on 20th century where the common computers, phones and the Internet was created. Just like in the Industrial Revolution, the technology was once again developing very quickly, offering one new thing after another — it can be pretty visible for now young-adult people; in the early childhood some of them didn’t have computers in their homes, didn’t even know about something like Internet existing and had like one landline telephone for the whole home which causes them to clearly remember the world without too advanced technology and it’s not like they’re 50 years old.

The question is, how would Sebastian react for something like that? My answer, however, would be: pretty bad.

As much as war machines could impress him because of their power, and the mere purpose of mobile phones would be understandable and even considered as useful by him, he would probably have problems in getting, for example, why is there the snake game in his Nokia? Why would he waste time in collecting few pixels if there is absolutely no further purpose of it? He will be so annoyed because at first he will completely suck at this game and later he will learn how to win it everytime so it’ll become boring for him.

He may try to avoid using technology, sensing that sooner or later they will no longer be used, nevertheless, he will quickly realize that at this point on history, there is no way he can go back in time where no phones, TVs or computers were present. It will confuse him greatly. For the past centuries, milleniums even, he never had anything like that to be almost literally thrown at his face, demanding to learn how to use it and — more important — like it. He may even feel a little bit lost in the direction the world will be coming, getting those decadent thoughts once in a while but not giving up to them for too long, especially after noticing few bright sides of this situation.

Cats. Kitties. Pussies. The amount of them present on the Internet will make his cold, dead heart beat faster and tears of joy to appear in his eyes. He will want to watch those cute, funny videos for the whole days straight but he will soon realize that it’s not possible to watch them all! It’ll almost give him depression. BUT that’s whay he should buy a smartphone for, this way he will be able to watch kittens wherever he will be, whenever he would want!

He will literally smash his first iPhone in the hand when he won’t be able to find connection in the middle of the woods — and all he wanted to do was to relax in the nature with some adorable meowing kittens videos. Absolutely unnacceptable.

Faster than Grell can manage to scream ‘Bassy’, he will become a professional when it comes to any kind of technology. No Macbooks, iPads, smartwatches or anything else will cause him any troubles, he will be quite happy to get himself something new and try it out, always wondering how many wonderful and stupid at the same time informations he can learn in every second. News? Checked. Mugumogu’s YouTube channel subscriptions? Checked! People arguing over politics and religion on Facebook? Checked!

But wait, what is this mysterious game…? Neko Atsume…?

The only thing that will still manage to slightly annoy him will be memes — or his lack of sense for underatanding them. Nevertheless, it won’t matter, not after reaching 5 millions followers on Instagram and believe it — his Instagram, made out of sheer curiosity, will quickly become one of the most delicious places in the whole Internet, both for the mind and body. He will usually post photos of himself, revealing just a tiny bit of his lower stomach or athletic arm, enough to make girl’s panties wet, but will also share a lot about the life of the three cats living in his apartment and food. He will take photos of the tastiest looking meals you can imagine, all prepared by himself only to show off his culinary skills. He will love the praise he will receive and will be actually rather nice for his fans, replying for their comments from time to time and thanking for follows.

How will he manage to do all of that while keeping his identity as secret will remain a mystery. At the end of the day, he will greatly enjoy having some time for himself, not bothered by notifications and remembering how many things changed in the past hundred years.

treflev  asked:

I beg of you, give us the Hugolras proves

Every description of Enjolras in the brick is a proof of Hugolras. These are some examples I’ve found in a quick search:

He was angelically handsome. (…) That page’s mien, those long, golden lashes, those blue eyes, that hair billowing in the wind, those rosy cheeks, those fresh lips, those exquisite teeth (…)

His beauty, at that moment augmented by his pride, was resplendent.

And there are more, plus a lot of mentions of how charming he is whatever he’s doing and how awesome his hair is and so on.

You can argue that Enjolras was actually that hot and that the narrator is just an objective entity that accurately describes the reality, and in any other book I could accept that, but in Les misérables the narrator is Victor Hugo and he’s far from being objective. He gives his opinions about everything (politics, economy, religion) throughout the book. And if you still have doubts the narrator is Hugo, he even inserts himself in the story at the beginning of the Waterloo book. He may use the third person, but he talks about himself for a whole chapter! 

So yes, basically every time you read something about Enjolras outside a dialogue in the brick, it’s Victor Hugo fanboying about him.

Now, assuming your ask was prompted by my tags to this post, let me explain you what that can imply for the Enjolras/Grantaire ship.

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Seeds of thought : Wicdiv 455AD

Hey everyone ! Fair warning, this month’s analysis is a bit heavy on the History lesson side. I try not to go all nerdy on here because I want to emphasize that this is only my opinion/thoughts and not “10 things you need to know to understand this issue” but the further we go back in time, the harder it gets to analyse things without putting them in context first. So yeah, sorry about that. Anyway, as usual spoilers under the cut. Enjoy !

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my concepts for my modern olympian sets explained (part 4)


This is just my explanations for all my Modern Olympian Greek God aesthetics series. The concepts I had in mind while making it, and the story behind each one. If you haven’t seen it, the link is HERE.


Hecate lives in Salem and owns a witch shop called ‘The Crossroads’, located on the corner of two intersecting streets. Hecate is a very mysterious woman, and seldom says much. She has three black Cretan Hounds that guard her home, and a black cat that stays in the shop, which is her familiar. Hecate is particularly close to Artemis and Selene, who visit her shop often enough when they are in the area. She also knows Demeter and Persephone personally; during the time Demeter was trying to stop Persephone’s relationship with Hades, Hecate was on Demeter’s side. Hecate is a neutral; she can be as kind as she is cruel, as beautiful as she is terrifying. What separates people from both is whether or not they show respect. Hecate offers other services at her shop; she is a medium, and can communicate with spirits on the other side. She is often the mouthpiece to spirits trying to relay a message onto family members, friends, coworkers, lovers, etc. She hosts a circle meetup once a month during the full month to perform rituals and spells, and being that she is wise beyond her years, Hecate gives spiritual advice. She also offers wards and protection to those who need it, but things like that are not free. However the price isn’t always what it seems to be, as Hecate always has a purpose for the things she requires those to pay with. Strands of hair. An old picture of a relative. Flowers from your garden. Graveyard soil. Dust from the top of a tombstone. Cicada shells. Ashes from your fireplace. As a witch herself, she values sentimentality and symbolism over material wealth. 


The last person you want to see standing at your doorstep is Thanatos. There are no friendly visits for Hades’ top hitman. Thanatos has an apathetic lethal force, and nearly impossible to out run. Once your name is written in his black book, you are next, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Thanatos is non discriminatory, and doesn’t care what your status, race, religion, gender, or age is. The only way to avoid Thanatos is paying the debt owed to Hades, however that rarely ever happens fast enough. It also doesn’t matter how far you run away, because Thanatos will find you, and his methods of finishing job range a wide variety. He can be in your face with a gun, behind you with a knife to the throat, over your head with a blunt object. He can make it messy, he can make it clean. He can do it from far away, looking at you through the scope of his sniper. He can make it look like an accident, or a suicide, or frame the murder of someone you love. He can even make it look like a medical anomaly, slowly killing you without even realizing it. It doesn’t matter how, as long as your name is listed, your time is up, and anything within your range can be the cause of your death. Thanatos is resourceful, he will always find a way to cut your thread. Sometimes he goes by the name the Reaper or the Angel of Death. It doesn’t matter what you call him, though, because he’s not your friend, or your lover, or your enemy. He just is. 


Eris is a problematic youth that loves chaos. She’s an instigator of most fights, and she is often in the middle of a riot. Eris is an active Anarchist, and is always in the front of a situation of civil unrest. Actually, often times she is the cause of it. She’s a troll on the internet, she’s the first push in a mosh pit, she’s anonymous marching in a protest, she’s the first to light a cop car on fire during a riot. Eris doesn’t care about purpose, but she loves to feed hate and disagreement when she see’s it. Eris and her sister Enyo are considered twins to Zeus and Hera, being born so close together in years, and how similar they are, and where they ended up. Hera attempted to domesticate Eris, where Enyo followed her brother Ares to the Military (though failed, but that’s a story for another time), but Eris was having none of that. She wasn’t made for the domesticated, sophisticated life her mother desired for her. In fact, just to stir trouble in her own house, she often brought up topics or revealed secrets that she knew would piss off her parents and cause them to argue. As soon as she turned eighteen she left, with no intention of finishing school or finding a job. It isn’t that Eris found herself in trouble most of the time, it’s that she is the trouble, and often times leads groups of equally angry youths into riots that she herself organized. It doesn’t matter the cause, because frankly she just enjoys the ride more than the destination. She’s chaotic evil, if you had to define her personality. If you had to compare her to a villain, she would make the perfect Joker. Who, incidentally, is her favourite comic book character. 


Harmonia is the cousin of Eris, and just by sight they are complete opposites. Harmonia is non confrontational; she doesn’t like arguing, and doesn’t like people who go out of their way to cause strife (coughEriscough). Her parents were corporate lawyers for two different companies, an environment she did not fit with at all; all she ever heard about was arguing. One bad lawsuit had resulted in her parents fighting a case against each other, which ultimately ended their marriage. Harmonia grew up never wanting to be like her parents. After high school she enrolled in the Peace Corps, and when she came back she went into politics and became a diplomat. She is still rather young, but she aspired to be an ambassador someday. Being that she is Anti-War, she advocates peace and likes to resolve issues in society as well as in friends and family. Harmonia lives a simple life away from the city in a wholesome small town with a very small population where very little crime occurs. She lives nearby Hestia, and the two are close friends. Her vacations are missionary retreats to different countries; from helping the poor, building homes, or volunteering at a reserve for animals for a few weeks at a time. Even back home, she volunteers three times a week when she isn’t working. Harmonia has also given a few speeches at the UN, and speaks 10 different languages in order to converse with other countries for her job. Her hobbies include yoga, meditating, taking long walks, and gardening. She also loves learning about different cultures, and often gets into long talks with new people to learn more about them and their backgrounds. 

Next three are: Hypnos, Morpheus, and Phobetor. 


  • I love Margaret Hale. I love her with a love that is pure and true and it’s at least 40% because she’s allowed to be kind of an asshole. She can be rude and superior and judgmental and so. fucking. stubborn and all of it is because, newsflash, she’s a person who loves her parents but for obvious reasons doesn’t particularly want do be like them and spends big chunks of the novel basically parenting them, and with Frederick out of the picture she’s an only child and that comes with its own bundle of shit and all of it makes her who she is so concretely
  • I love that she’s a humanitarian who sticks to her (admittedly p classist and very of-the-time-period) guns because of her faith. I love that her faith is hers; she may have learned it from her father but she’s clearly an intellectual with her own opinions about G-d and the Church, and we get to see how spiritually difficult her father’s resignation is for her. And she is presented with a coherent world-view which religion shapes in a consistent way. 
  • Margaret Hale doesn’t seem to exist to fall in love. Which is fucking awesome! Because don’t get me wrong, I love love stories. But Margaret Hale gets to live her life, of which navigating a complicated set of emotional and social mores is merely a part. She’s got shit to do! Political discussions to have! A household to supervise! Cross-class friendships to maintain! Letters to write! Things to angst about that have nothing to do with That Unfortunately Attractive Asshole Her Dad Won’t Shut Up About Ever (seriously Mr. Hale’s WOW YOU GUYS MR. THORNTON IS REALLY COOL IT’S SO GREAT THAT I HAVE A FRIEND attitude is my fav) Her parental figures keep dying, ffs! She’s gotta figure out her place in the world and what she wants out of life!
  • Did I mention how much I love that Margaret and John spend the first chunk of their acquaintance arguing about politics and industry??????? BECAUSE IT’S A LOT
  • You get where he’s coming from! You get where she’s coming from! You get hella fucking frustrated because Mrs Gaskell is making you care about an industrialist! And you would care even if he DIDN’T look like Richard Armitage in your head! (or was that just me?)
  • John Thornton doesn’t dismiss her opinions because they belong to a woman. He doesn’t! He disagrees because he thinks she doesn’t understand the situation, but that’s because she’s an outsider, a member of the Southern intellectual class who buy his cloth without bothering to understand the social and physical machinery that produces it, not because she’s a woman. He’s impressed with the force of her convictions and how she delivers them! He engages instead of dismissing! It’s fucking great!
  • Of course, much of the credit for that goes to Mrs. Thornton for being a fucking force of nature who when the universe gave her lemons she basically turned the lemons into brass knuckles shaped like her son and punched the universe in the fucking face. You will respect her or you will wither and die under the force of her glare, and John damn well knows how to respect a woman with her own opinions. Because she’s basically the reason he’s in the position he’s in. 
  • Which is awesome! Because these characters are the product of their circumstances! They didn’t just leap into being randomly to get jerked around by plot devices!
  • You know what’s great? Men pining. I love it when men pine. Especially when they’re secretly self-righteous fucks about it. She DOESN’T LOVE ME but I WILL CONTINUE TO LOVE HER and her disapproval CAN’T STOP ME FROM LOVING HER but not because I’m creepy or think I have any right to her, or any right to try to win her over, but because I am a MAN of INTEGRITY who will CONTINUE TO BE A GOOD FRIEND TO HER PARENTS even though I am DEEPLY UNWORTHY
  • and then they don’t actually, which is sad, but the mini-series has our backs in that department with one of the fucking finest filmed kisses of all time
  • and they both chaaaaaaaaaaaange this isn’t about one winning the other over through persistence it’s about a growing toward each other Thornton removes some of the There Must Be A Divide Between Me And My Workers And I Am Not Responsible For Them stick from his arse and Margaret’s like People Can Change and Wow The Greater Social Fabric Is Super Fucking Complicated But That Doesn’t Mean We Don’t Have To Acknowledge Mutual Responsibility
  • and also John Thornton really likes Margaret’s hands which like, I know that feel, bro
  • in conclusion, nothing can make me believe these two don’t have an unusually passionate relationship which involves John performing hella probably-time-period-unlikely cunnilingus on Margaret while she lectures him on G-d and the social contract.
  • I’m gonna fucking read it again.
“The universe shows its true face when it asks for help, we show ours by how we respond.”

Jodie Whittaker is the new Doctor in Doctor Who. The news is everywhere. A shape changing alien is going to change shape again. But it’s different this time. Because now she’s a woman! After 54 years of the show presenting the character as a man suddenly she’s a woman.

It’s change! And not a moment too soon! The very root of Doctor Who. Change is the reason it has lasted for such an improbable amount of time – let’s be honest shows about lunatics fighting papier-mache monsters aren’t supposed to be this good, or mean this much. And yet somehow this one has transcended the naff set dressing and absurd stories and become something on a par with billion dollar franchises from America. And it is has done so because of it’s heart(s). It has done so because it embraces new and it embraces different. Because it rejects prejudice. And because it changes. All the time.

But change is hard, and we all process it in vastly different ways.

Some of us - most of us, I think - have accepted Jodie Whittaker into the Doctor Who family with open arms. She is a new Doctor and we have been through this many times before. And it is always exciting and nerve-racking.  

Others, though, are less positive. Among the blatant sexism and privilege and predictions of doom that can be safely ignored are a few with honest doubts. How can the show still be the same?

“Never be cruel. And never be cowardly. And if you are, always make amends.” - The Twelfth Doctor.  

My first instinct was to deride all of these people. To dismiss their opinions as archaic and to hope they go away. But perhaps I can try to help them instead. Because it is what The Doctor would do. He’d hope that amongst all the hate and negativity there are a few who just need a little help. And I hope I can do that.

I think about Doctor Who a lot you see. Too much perhaps. Probably more than you do. Okay, maybe not you… but definitely you. And all that thinking and weighing up of it’s values and themes has led me to accepting The Doctor as a woman without even a moments hesitation. It has never occurred to me that it would be anything other than fascinating and exciting. There are political and social reasons why it is a great statement too; ones The Doctor would champion. Ones that other people are better placed to dissect and put into perspective.

Maybe I should prefix all of this by saying I am a white, working-class 30-year-old man who is a bit weird. And when I say a bit I mean quite a lot. This is only important because I am right in the stereotypical profile of a Doctor Who fan. Our fandom is far wider than that of course, but it is still the overriding image of Doctor Who fans, rightly or wrongly. All I can speak of is my own relationship with the show.

One important part of that relationship is that I have never related to or loved The Doctor because he, like me, is a white man. That has never been a characteristic that felt important at all. The important part is that he is a bit weird. He is an outsider. Someone who turns up and faces scorn and derision only to earn respect by being the cleverest and kindest person in the universe. We can all aspire to that! That doesn’t preclude anyone. He is a hero to so many diverse people precisely because he doesn’t represent anything but being a good-hearted individual. Whatever our race, religion or gender most of us can relate to being different to some degree and looking in from the outside. We can all aspire to be cleverer and kinder. We can all hope to be braver and more willing to stand up for what we believe in.

And yet to so many, it seems, his gender is the crux of his powers. Beyond his personality and his compassion it seems manliness was a factor that is more important than I ever expected it was. There is an idea that he is commanding and takes control because of his innate man-powers. As a man who has always been surrounded by very intelligent and commanding women this was an idea that was alien to me. I have always known women to be intelligent, capable and brave. Yet I have seen it crop up as the basis of many arguments against a female Doctor.

All the ideas that The Doctor can’t canonically be a female are wrong, we know that (Hello, Missy. I love you.) The Jane Bond or Mr Marple arguments are irrelevant. But this idea, from actual fans, that The Doctor can’t be ‘in charge’ any more are also dead wrong. And because they come from real fans I believe I can allay these fears and assure you Doctor Who is still Doctor Who. It would be easy to dismiss it as sexist and move on. But the world has created this skewed vision of men and women, and ignoring it will only exacerbate it.

So if you are a genuine fan then I offer this;

The Doctor has never taken charge and been commanding because he is a man.

The Doctor takes charge because he is the cleverest being in the universe. The Doctor becomes a leader because he shows himself to know more than everyone else. And even then the leadership The Doctor earns is always challenged and fought against.

That won’t change. Nothing has to change. The role has never been rooted in male-specific traits. The Doctor’s permanent characteristics, the ones that exist across all incarnations are; kindness, bravery, intelligence and being mysterious. None of those things are gender specific.

I appreciate that you might struggle to picture The Doctor as a woman. But think about this: What is it that you like about The Doctor? Picture it, recall a specific moment or a particular scene. Imagine it as vividly as you can; and then ask yourself honestly 'is that only possible of a man?’ The answer is almost certainly 'no’.

Of course sometimes the Thirteenth Doctor will turn up to eras and societies in which women are second-class. In which she will have things other than her weirdness and buffoonery to overcome. And of course in these situations a male incarnation might have a small advantage. But I would argue strongly that The Doctor’s sex has never been a factor in his own mind. And this is the secret of the show. We see a man taking control and put that alongside all the other patriarchal images of man-power we are shown. We see The Doctor and assume he is strong because he is a man. But The Doctor doesn’t think that way. He is taking control because he’s clever. That will still be the case with Thirteen.

The Doctor is a character that has always had to face and overcome derision and scorn from people who see him as different and out of place. A grumpy and weak-looking old man; a cosmic tramp who plays a bloody recorder; a preening dandy in a velvet jacket; a daft wide-eyed idiot in a fourteen-foot scarf; an unassuming cricketer; a twat in a technicolour jacket; a buffoon with an umbrella; a romantic; a miserable northern sailor, a skinny weirdo with cool hair; a big chinned, big haired man-child; an angry magician. The Doctor has always been at an immediate disadvantage when trying to take charge. Being a man probably helped gain him a platform in some cases, I am not denying that privilege. But being a woman will stand as just another barrier for the character to kick down using her brain. She will have many interesting quirks and eccentricities to distract people with. She is more than up to this task! She will be doing what she has always been doing. Proving that everyone’s first impressions are wrong.

And yet I don’t believe her gender should be ignored either. I simply think the underlying theme will be that competence and intelligence are what is important. That is the message the show has always sent us, and should always be sending. Kindness, compassion, intelligence and bravery are what save us. Not violence and prejudice. And that will continue to be true; only now perhaps sometimes it will be presented through the filter of her being a woman.

I will end with this;

I hope that anyone who is against the idea is just experiencing the usual 'New Doctor anxiety’ and will come out the other side. In four or five years you will probably be devastated when she announces she is leaving. It is a familiar cycle we all go through.

It is part of the struggle of our fandom!

What I really wish is that anyone who is struggling with Thirteen’s gender could feel the joy I am feeling about it. But if you aren’t all I can do is offer encouragement. I truly hope you realise the show is still what it always was and it is still for you. The Doctor is still The Doctor.

“It means remembering everyone I used to be, while stepping forward to embrace everything the Doctor stands for: hope. I can’t wait.” - Jodie Whittaker.

In Defense of Hoejabis, Bangjabis & Other "Slutty" Hijabis

A couple of months ago, I shared an article on my Facebook page about ‘Hijabi Hipsters’; a new generation of hijabis who fuse fashion with faith by wearing stylish hijab-friendly outfits.

“Wow, that sounds like you!” One of my friends noted. Most of the other people in the thread seemed to agree with him. His comment made me smile. Although I wouldn’t consider myself a hijabster, I was glad my friends thought I was stylish. 

yay!! me trying hard to look fancy. I love maxi skirts <3

Then, it happened.

The negative comments started pouring in.

“Umm…isn’t the point of a hijab to be modest and not attract attention to yourself?” My male atheist friend remarked.

“Yea, I have met girls who wear a hijab with tight jeans and it just doesn’t make sense. How is that even modest?” My female non-religious Hindu friend chimed in.

“You can’t wear that with a hijab. It still attracts boys. She is beautifying her face.” My male Muslim friend offered.

Soon the entire thread took a dramatic turn and went from praising hijabis for being modest yet stylish to bashing “hoe-jabis” for making a mockery off an important religious symbol by wearing “slutty” clothes in the name of modesty.

& throughout this entire encounter, I sat next to my computer screen, a cup of hot Kashmiri chai in my hand, wondering when I will finally get a chance to live without having to justify my attire to every single person I interact with on a daily basis.

no. fuck you. don’t tell me what to wear. I’ve never seen a hijabi wear something like that anyway.

Earlier this year I discovered the Youtube channel of a black Jewish girl who was mocking hijabis for wearing jeans with a headscarf. “Jewish girls are more modest than Muslim ones!” She argued, “we wear skirts!”

Across the globe, thousands of hijabis sighed in unison.

I’ve also heard many Muslim non-hijabi women remark, “Just because you wear a hijab doesn’t make you more modest. What is the point of wearing one if you have a boyfriend or you wear tight clothes?” 

This is in defense of every single girl who has gotten told her clothes are not “hijab-friendly”. This is for every single person who thinks (s)he has the right to tell hijabis what they can and can’t wear.

I became what Muslim women call a “permanent hijabi” at age 18. Before that, I had a rocky relationship with the garment I chose to wear at age 10 to school only. I was the first female in my family to start wearing it. I had no guidance whatsoever. No one told me I couldn’t wear short sleeves with a hijab, for example, so I proceeded to do just that until I got called out for it at age 14.

Since I lived alone and didn’t interact with Muslims (especially hijabis) on a daily basis, I wore all kinds of “inappropriate” clothes with my hijab: short skirts, short sleeved shirts, tight skin-hugging pants, etc.

It wasn’t until I started living with my aunt (who started wearing a hijab by then) that I finally realized the hijab was more than just a cloth you wear on your head. It was an entire lifestyle that you couldn’t just put on and off as you pleased. 

Here’s what I wish people understood about “hoe-jabis”:

  • Most of them are confused. They most likely don’t live with or around other hijabis so they have no idea what really counts as “modest” since different people have different perceptions of modesty. For example, in my school where all girls wore crop tops and booty shorts, my knee length skirt with thick black tights and loose knee high boots were really modest in comparison.
  • They might be experiencing a change of heart. Often times, hijabi girls stop covering their hair for a multitude of reasons. Usually the transition starts with them wearing more “inappropriate” clothes. Once you start wearing the hijab, it’s hard to take it off. It literally makes you feel like you’re walking around naked. That’s why many hijabis use that as a stepping stone so when they are ready to finally take it off, they feel more comfortable doing it.
  • They might be wearing a hijab for reasons other than modesty. It is not uncommon at all to meet a Muslim girl who wears a hijab to make a political statement. I’ve also met cancer patients who wear headscarves once they start losing their hair due to chemotherapy.
  • They are tired of your shit. Seriously. Think about how hard it is to be a hijabi. You take shit from Islamophobes who are more likely to attack you than any other group of Muslims, from white feminists who keep telling you that you’re oppressing your own self for choosing to dress a certain way, from people of other religious groups who judge you on your “fake” modesty, from pervs who fetishize you, from misogynistic Muslims who try to police your behavior and choice of attire, & from other hijabis who judge you on your style…They don’t need you and your bullshit opinions. So please, for the love of pizza, shut the hell up.
  • They are humans too and are thus not exempt from making mistakes. Seriously. Hijab-malfunctions exist. Sometimes the way you step out of your house is not the way you end up looking like halfway through the day.

So please, spare me that BS about hoe-jabis, bang-jabis and “slutty” hijabis. Most of the “slutty” hijabis I met were just girls who got exploited by men who fetishized them (teh M0zlem wimmin r forbiddun fr00t!”). It’s disgusting that you would even use those gendered slurs to refer to them (or any other woman for that matter).

If you are a hijabi who is really interested in helping a girl out, guide her towards fashion bloggers like Amenakin, saimasmileslike and nabiilabee who manage to wear 100% Sharia-approved clothes and still look bitchin’…or towards actual Muslim sources written by scholars explaining what a hijab is and what the rules are for wearing one.

for all my fellow hijabis <3

& remember, folks, if you yourself are not a hijabi, please take a seat and shut the fuck up. 

Hijabis do not exist for you to mock, criticize or fetishize. We are not “forbidden fruit” or hypersexual oriental beauties who are ladies on the street but freaks between the sheets. We sure as hell aren’t repressed creatures who need orientalist men to come and “save” us by sexually exploiting us. 

Remember this, and kindly fuck off.

Vikings S3 Finale: Athelnar

Alright. I can see how it would seem that Athelnar was sunk by this episode—and that almost killed me—but thinking back on it… It could actually be the opposite!

Okay, so we’re all agreed that Ragnar has a nearly genius level of intellect, yes? Also, that all of his plans involve thinking, like, a hundred moves in advance like a chess grandmaster? Good, good.

Now, even the greatest chess grandmaster has limits, right? Even the most brilliant can only anticipate up to so many of moves in advance. So It’s not possible for Ragnar to have calculated Athelstan into this, the season 3 finale, endgame upon their first meeting. Nope. That in mind, Ragnar was not faking a developing friendship with—and growing love for—the priest for all of these YEARS just for this one con, especially not for his final con (he’d have to know exactly when AND how he’d die in order to do that).

No, that was all real.

I concede that Ragnar initially spared Athelstan’s life as a means for information. However, he never once mistreated the priest—by his culture’s standards—from the get-go. Ragnar never physically abused him, never forced himself on him, looked after his physical welfare, protected him from kinsmen and friends alike, etc. In addition to all that, Ragnar trusted the priest to watch over his children and we all know how much children mean to Ragnar (more than anything).

Though he would continue to use the priest for information, they clearly bonded quickly. Ragnar wished to have Athelstan sacrificed for the fertility rite, which meant that the priest was very VALUABLE to Ragnar, even back then. Whether Ragnar found value in the priest for his knowledge, for his company or for both, I can’t say. But taking into account that Ragnar valued children so freaking much, maybe more than combat and gold, that he would totally sacrifice his most treasured ‘possession’ to have more children, right? (and Lagertha wasn’t in the running at all because it was assumed she would be the one providing Ragnar with children). So, logically speaking, Ragnar choosing Athelstan as a sacrifice must mean that the priest is either as beloved as Lagertha and his children or more so. Right?

Ragnar eventually granted Athelstan his freedom, totally accepting him as one of his people and borderline offering a place in his family. Once freed, the priest chose to stay with him, offering his wealth of knowledge freely. Athelstan even learned how to fight so he could help Ragnar with raiding and he did.

Ragnar took Athelstan with him on the next raid and the priest impressed him. It’s fact: Athelstan impressed Ragnar on the battlefield. Unfortunately, Ragnar had to return home mid-raid because is children were in danger. He left Athelstan more or less in charge of the raid which is HUGE!

When Ragnar learned of the defeat of those he left behind, he inquired fervently about Athelstan’s well being. Did he betray him? Did he fight admirably for him? Was he alive? Was he captured? Was he captured and killed? No one knew and Ragnar wanted the answers to these about Athelstan and only Athelstan. Now, it could be argued that he took that loss hard because the priest was a valuable commodity, but if you recall how Ragnar took the loss of his close friends up to this point—he was never visibly moved even when the closest of friends perished—the argument is greatly weakened, I think.

Upon reuniting with the totally alive and totally loyal Athelstan, he was obviously overjoyed. He immediately took measures so priest wouldn’t be killed then and there by his own men—Ragnar walked the priest back to King Eckbert’s troops, out of the range of his own marksmen—and as he did he told Athelstan that, yes, he was indeed happy to find the priest alive and, before parting ways, Ragnar asked politely for Athelstan to return with him. Asked. Politely. Athelstan accepted, choosing Ragnar over returning to his old way of life, over returning his people, over his religion and over his quill.

Dayum, guys. Dayum.

After that Ragnar trusts Athelstan completely. So much so that the priest is entrusted with important duties and even with men of his own.

(all I will say about the whole Princess Judith affair is that it reminded me of the dreadful SPN 9x03. Basically ‘NO HOMO’ with Athelstan stepping out of character for this romantic tryst then stepping back into character upon Ragnar’s return. “Where Ragnar goes, I go.”)

When Athelstan all of a sudden—seriously, where did this come from considering ALL OF THE ABOVE?!—resumed his former faith, he informed Ragnar of his change of heart privately and without fear. Key word here is ‘privately’—as far as they knew, anyway—so Ragnar’s reaction had no need to be act and if it were an act… It wouldn’t be this: his reaction wasn’t angry or betrayed, as he should have been both in private or public setting.



He told Athelstan that it didn’t matter what Athelstan’s faith was, that regardless he wouldn’t let anyone hurt him for his beliefs, so long as he stayed.

Oh my Gods, how totally platonic is that?

Totally fake. An intricate lie. A huge over act spanning years and years to manipulate the chessboard towards a glorious checkmate? More specifically,  so that he might deceive his own people in his endeavor to conquer Paris—might I add that Paris is a city he had never heard of until he was finished with pillaging England which was when Athelstan told him about it—with this specific method?

I don’t think so.

Did he take advantage of his relationship with Athelstan, how it was seen by outsiders, to sneak into Paris?

Maybe, though I cannot say for certain.

Personally, I think how Ragnar conned his way into Paris was the most ingenious plan ever conceived to accomplish so many many goals with just one act. Expediency and efficiency being vital because, let’s face it, he really was dying at that point.

–>Goal 1: Paris was an idea Ragnar got from Athelstan. Paris was the first raid he planned ALONGSIDE Athelstan. Paris was a raid he was going to execute WITH Athelstan. He was going to witness and conquer Paris WITH Athelstan. All of this is fact, yes? So one can infer that after Athelstan’s death, the sacking of Paris wasn’t just unfinished business in terms of pride and legacy, but also in terms of lost time with Athelstan? Personally, I think so.

–>Goal 2: Ragnar wants to be reunited with Athelstan in death. It wasn’t just a ruse to get into Paris. He admitted this more than once in scenes where he is alone and therefore without need to be dishonest. I concede that he was never really in his right mind when he does, what with grief and delirium, but it seems to me that it makes these confessions all the more valid. That the grief he expressed at Athelstan’s passing was nothing like when he mourned the passing of his friends. In fact, it was closer to the grief expressed to the passing of his daughter (remember how much he values his children?). That while delirious all he thought of was Athelstan and not his wife, ex-wife or children (again, remember how much he values his children?). So while based on fact, I admit this goal is mostly extrapolating on my part but it’s logical, right?

-Goal 3: Ragnar knew how his people viewed his relationship with the priest, of course he does because he’s wicked observant, and that most weren’t thrilled about it. Ragnar is a leader, a King, and wanted what’s best for his people. He manipulated them into position so they might be happy and prosperous.

Goals in mind, Ragnar took advantage his people’s assumptions about his relationship with Athelstan by speaking the truth. This allowed him to get baptized (Goal 2), then enabled him to breach and sack Paris (Goal 1) which provided much for his people—gold, glory, resources, and knowledge—and reassured them that their leader, their mighty and godly symbol, had been behaving falsely to achieve this end (Goal 3), even though some of his behavior was truthful.

Discovering who killed his Athelstan was an unexpected bonus.

That’s how I saw the Vikings Season 3 finale:

Full of ammunition for the naysayers but still SUPER GAY.

(and this is based purely on my shitty memory so if anyone wants to source or add quotes or whatever, please do!)

anonymous asked:

why do you think there is no asian power thing?(as in white power, black power and islamic fundamentalism - i mean even indonesia which is pretty much the most muslim country in the world is comppletely against islamic fundamentalism)

there was. they worked very closely with groups like the black panthers and chicano power to form cross-ethnic coalitions. you may have seen these photos, for example:

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further, in 1982, an Asian American movement formed in protest of vincent chin’s murderers being set free. helen zia asserts that this was the first true “asian american” movement; it was a moment that brought together disparate groups (chinese americans, japanese americans, filipino americans, etc) to a common cause.

in recent years student groups and conferences have been growing across the country. notable ones include ECAASU and NYCAASC.

but i would argue there are a multitude of reasons why these groups are not as “prominent” or visible as black power.

  1. the umbrella term “asian american” encompasses a wide range of groups who share little cultural similarities. black power is more “accessible” to many black americans whose family and cultural histories have been destroyed due to the legacies of slavery. chicano power and latin american groups share a linguistic thread. but many groups are still underrepresented in asian american studies and asian american activism, which has “traditionally” focused on chinese, japanese, and filipino experiences. none of our groups share a single common language, and we generally have closer ties to our cultural heritage due to immigration patterns. which leads me to
  2. the history of anti-asian exclusion. as i see it, there are two primary generations of asian americans: pre-exclusion, and post-exclusion. the communities that had been established before exclusion were the ones that produced the student riots of the 1960s. these were people like helen zia, richard aoki, grace lee boggs, yuri kochiyama, etc. but because of exclusion, there is a huge disconnect between their generation and those that immigrated post-exclusion: people like my parents, who came to ensure better life opportunities for their children, who hadn’t experienced the systematic racism of america and who were more worried about making a living than protesting, who may not speak enough english to understand the history of racism. like my mother now understands discrimination against the chinese but i’m sure she didn’t care when she first moved here to go to grad school.
  3. as i said above, there are many groups in the “asian american” umbrella who may not identify with asian american as a label. especially in the united states, where asian typically means east and southeast asian, south, central, and west asians may not identify as “asian american.” the framing of what “counts” as asian leaves out many groups that are the most disenfranchised (including hmong and bangladeshi americans for example). some asian groups face specific forms of racism that other asians don’t, such as islamophobia targeting many central and south asians (regardless of their actual religions). these are all groups who are left out of “traditional” asian american activism. and many who do use the term asian american do not understand its political implications. it’s a term that has been depoliticized, like the term “black” or “chicano” which were similarly terms used for political reasons.
  4. finally, asian american activism is simply not taught in schools. young asian americans do not know that it existed in the first place. they don’t know about japanese internment or chinese exclusion. when you don’t teach young people their own histories, how do you expect them to be politically invested in their own communities?


On the Intent of Local Cultus

within the heathen sphere and to the point and purpose of creating this community. It’s long, but I hope this is a worthwhile contribution.

I am loving the conversations going on, but I am seeing some things I want to directly address, because I’m seeing things that start to look like gatekeeping. I think part of the beauty of local cultus is that it’s a personalized experience—meaning no one can tell you your experience in your personal sphere is anything other than valid. Two people can have conversations about their personal practice, and rather than trying to force one another to fit into one doxy, there can be equally valid experiences. I think that’s important.

To my understanding, local cultus has a number of facets. As it relates to heathenry, it comes from the historical that there was no pan-Germanic religion, and the practice of worshipping the heathen gods varied from region to region, and that there were regions or locations named for specific gods, which we now take to indicate particular worship in that area (though not necessarily to the exclusion of other gods in that area). The gods themselves had variable names depending on region. This is the foundation for modern heathen local cultus. If there was a multiplicity of engagement by region then, so there can be again. In this way, it does have recon roots.

In my mind, local cultus has these aspects: 1) The faces of deity as they manifest to us, with particular consideration for the environment we are in and how that may affect our viewing; 2) Our engagement with the land and environment around us as it relates to our religious views, including but not limited to landvaettir; 3) The manner of veneration, worship, or practice as similar or different from region to region and person to person; 4) [A particularly heathen effort] Reviving a dead religion without access to a paper trail delineating the boundaries and definitions of the spheres of influence of our deities.

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Guild Wars Lore: The (Current) Human Gods

Hey guys! Sorry for the delay in these! My old laptop died on me, then I got a new one and…. forgot I wanted to do this once a week. I’m back though! Hopefully I can get back on the whole posting once a week thing! Anyways as requested more than a month ago here is the lore for the current pantheon of human gods!

According to Orrian scriptures, Dwayna was the first God to enter Tyria, and with her she brought humans. For a while it was believed that the Gods created Tyria, it is now believed that they did not, and an older much more powerful being is responsible for the creation of the world. It is also Dwayna that brought humans to Tyria, this legend suggests that humans are actually not native to Tyria, but originated from some other plane of existence. The reason Dwayna had for bringing humans to Tyria is still unknown. She is the leader of the 6 Human Gods and her biggest worshipers are healers. She is the mother of the God of Death, Grenth, his father being a human sculptor. She is also responsible for the creation of The Bloodstones, magical stones that locked away magic so that no one individual could wield power over all magic again , hoping to end the widespread war that had gripped Tyria about a century before the Exodus of The Gods.

Balthazar is said to have been the second of the Gods to enter Tyria, after Dwayna. He is the God of War, fire, and challenge. He entered Tyria holding the severed head of his father, and followed by his two hounds Temar and Tegon. While Dwayna had sought peace among all, Balthazar instead called upon the humans of Tyria to fight the other races for dominance, believing the ‘lesser races’ to be too weak, and that they would fall easily. This would lead to all out war, and the almost complete extinction of the ancient serpentine race, The Forgotten, and the invasion of the Charr homelands by humans, and the founding of the human kingdom of Ascalon, setting up the events of the Searing, and the centuries old distrust between humans and charr. Balthazar was incorrect in his assumption though, and the other races fought back, resisting annihilation. Balthazar was known to be fighting a war against his half-brother Menzies in The Fissure of Woe, Balthazar’s domain in The Mists. The Fissure of Woe was accessible in the original Guild Wars by kneeling at statues of Balthazar, but as of the setting of Guild Wars 2, the outcome of this war, or if it still continues, is unknown.

Melandru is said to be the third of the Human Gods to enter Tyria, and is most associated with nature, earth, and growth. She is known to be the oldest and wisest of the human gods, and along with Dwayna, sought only to bring peace to the world. She is curious in the fact that she is known of in two other races’ mythology, the quaggan, and strangely enough, the charr. Quaggan worship a goddess known as Mellaggan, who greatly resembles Melandru, and the quaggan even use a sunken statue of Melandru as a shrine to their god. The quaggan believe their god to be dead, killed long ago by the krait. Human scholars believe them to be the same, just a different interpretation, the quaggan believe them to be separate entities, but are too polite to argue when human scholars claim otherwise.The charr, even though they do not worship any gods (more on charr and their views towards religion in another post! Stay tuned!), have in their legends the belief that Melandru created the world of Tyria, however other historical texts have shown this belief to be false.

(Sorry it took me so long frimu, but here you go!)
No definitive placing of when Lyssa entered Tyria so just gonna put her here. Lyssa is the twin faced goddess of beauty, illusion, and after the fall of Abaddon, water. While normally depicted as one being with two faces, Lyssa is actually twin goddess, Ilya and Lyss. Their origins are unknown, she is known as the most beautiful of the Gods, stories tell of young men becoming entranced by Statues of the Goddess, only to die days later of thirst (hehe). In Vabbi, on the continent of Elona, there was a Festival dedicated to Lyssa thrown by the wealthy members of society. Although she is most associated with beauty, she is shown to not be purely vain, as told in legend of her visiting a village: 
“And it was, that a stranger came to the village of Wren seeking shelter and employment. Though young in years, her body was stooped and twisted, her flesh eaten by disease. “Ye have the mark of plague upon ye,” said the citizen named Gallrick. “Leave this place lest you sicken our people.”“I’ve lost my family and my home,” cried the desperate woman. “Have you no heart?"Yet each person, in turn, did look away.Then from the crowd came a young woman, Sara. She looked upon the woman with pity. "If you need help,” said Sara, “I will give it.” And Sara did approach the gnarled, bent woman and did offer her a helping hand.Then the sickened woman pulled from her body the robes of plague, revealing Herself to be the goddess Lyssa.The people of Wren fell to their knees, begging Lyssa’s mercy. But lifting Sara gently, saith She, “True beauty is measured not by appearance but by actions and deeds. Many have eyes, but few have seen. Of all here, you saw the beauty behind the illusion. And you alone shall be blessed with My gifts.”

Grenth is a half-god, half-human, the son of Dwayna, and an unnamed human sculptor, who’s identity is hidden by The Church of Grenth. Grenth is the God of death and ice, taking these powers from the original God of Death, Dhuum. Grenth challenged Dhuum for the mantle of God of Death, believing him to be an unfair and unjust god. Grenth and 7 mortal warriors struck down Dhuum, transferring the power to Grenth, and he in turn transformed the 7 warriors into his Seven Reapers, the oldest and most powerful of his followers. Grenth rules The Underworld but his rule is still challenged by the remainders of Dhuum’s army. The relationship between Grenth and Dwayna since his ascension, is not really known, apart from the Wintersday Celebration of the Humans. Although in modern times (Guild Wars 2) it is seen more akin to the Christian holiday of Christmas, in Guild Wars 1, it was the setting of a battle of ideals between Dwayna and Grenth. Humans would choose to side with Grenth’s idea of winter, death and mourning, or Dwayna, the ushering in of new life, and rebirth. Whichever god won would have a sort of ‘groundhog day’ effect, with Grenth’s victory bringing on a longer winter, and Dwayna’s victory bringing an early spring.

The newest of the six gods is Komir, Goddess of Secrets. The original God, Abaddon, waged a war against the other 5 gods after they weakened his gift of magic to the mortal races. He was defeated and cast into the Realm of Torment. His spheres of influence, were water and secrets, with Lyssa taking influence of water, and Abaddon (I guess?) held onto the sphere of secrets. Komir was a human from Elona, and was the Leader of The Sunspears, a now defunct organization dedicated to protecting Elona. After Warmarshal Varesh Ossa, at the command of Abaddon, invaded all of Elona in the name of her fallen god. Komir was left blinded in an attack, and thought dead, but was found, and resumed her role as leader of the Sunspears. Before finally facing down the fallen god, the player character and Komir seek power from the gods to help in their fight. They do not get what they had originally hoped, only a gift for Komir, that is never fully explained, and a cryptic message of “… You must make the choice that only a mortal could make.“. Once Abaddon is finally killed his power threatens to run out of control and destroy everything, it is then that Komir learns the purpose of her gift, and the choice she would have to make. She throws herself into the middle of the well of godly power and absorbs it, becoming a new god, The Goddess of order, spirit, and truth.

Well there you have it everyone! Next week I think I will start a series on the playable races, starting with the Charr! Hope to see you then!
-Karn Vileclaw

How to make slaves to the state in the name of “diversity”

You’ve heard it all by now. Bakers are being forced to bake cakes for gay weddings, photographers are being forced to participate in gay weddings, chapels are being forced to officiate gay weddings, etc. And it’s all being done in the name of “equality.” Liberty, of course, is never mentioned.

This is not a religious issue, it’s a liberty issue.

There are those who would make this a religious issue but I believe that it is both short-sighted and unprincipled to do so. Yes, it’s true that most of the cases that we’ve had thus far have involved religion and religious objection, but it is certainly possible to have a case that doesn’t involve religion. Laws that exclusively exempt religious people from following laws that others must follow, do nothing but give religious people special privileges. This is both unconstitutional and inconsistent. There are any number of reasons that a proprietor might refuse service to a customer – and they don’t all involve religion.

But because we have made it about religion, we now have a false argument that has created a division between religious people and non-religious people. This doesn’t have to be the case. After all, at the heart of all of this, it’s not about religion, it’s about liberty. If we would all stay principled, we can avoid problems like this in the future.

Many have a fundamental misunderstanding of what a right is.

There are those who would say that customers have a right to buy something. And this is absolutely true! But here’s the distinction: They don’t have the right to force someone to sell them something. Gay people, straight people, religious people, non-religious people, rich people, poor people and any other group of people have the right, in the United States of America, to purchase a cake. They don’t, however, have the right to force someone to bake them a cake. This should be obvious.

Forcing people to work against their will is slavery.

There is no other way to describe it. The reason they might not want to do the work is utterly irrelevant. If a baker is forced to bake a cake, or a photographer is forced to take pictures, or a plumber is forced to unclog a drain or a farmer is forced to harvest his crops or if any other person is forced to perform labor against his will, it is slavery plain and simple. You can pretend that it isn’t. You can try to justify it by using words like “equality” or “fairness.” You can even demonize the opposition with ad hominem attacks and demagoguery. But the fact will remain, forcing people to work against their will is slavery. And it’s immoral.

Business owners have first amendment rights too.

The typical response to this is always something to the effect of: “if you advertise a service or product, you must be able to provide it with no exceptions.” But this is ludicrous on it’s face. A person does not give up his first amendment rights just because he started a business. Advertising for a business is not the same thing as entering into a contract. I see Lexus ads all the time but I can guarantee you that the Lexus dealership will not give me a Lexus for the amount of money in my bank account. I am ineligible to purchase a Lexus. I am not a potential customer even though they advertised to me as if I was one. “Yeah! But not having enough money is different!” Why is it different? If you have no *principled* response as to why it’s different, then you have no good argument. Furthermore, as I’ve already stated, a business owner might have any number of reasons to refuse service to a potential customer: Lack of money, unruly behavior, difficult delivery logistics, lack of customer license, product or service disputes, age, appearance, etc. It would be a ridiculous fool’s errand to try to determine which of these things should be “illegal” and which shouldn’t be.

We must remain consistent.

A potential response to the above argument is to suggest that all of the other reasons listed for refusing service directly affect the bottom line of the business and, therefore, should be permitted. But, again, not only is this not true, there are plenty of examples that parallel quite nicely with the current controversy. For example, should the gay owner of a community meeting facility be forced to rent it out to, say, The Westboro cult? Obviously not. Should a Christian web developer be forced by the government to design a pornographic website? The vast majority of people would rightly say “no” (remember, this is an analogy, not a comparison). But if they are to remain consistent, those who use the old “If you advertise, there must be no exceptions” argument, must argue that a developer should be forced to design a pornographic web site. These hypothetical scenarios and the current controversy all involve a refusal of service based on (dare I use the phrase) conscientious objection. These businesses should reserve the right to refuse service if they so choose.

Who gets to decide what kind of objection is acceptable?

Whenever analogies like the one above are used, the response often meanders around to the notion that only certain types of objection should be allowed or that we should have certain “protected classes.” In other words, we should define when a business can refuse service and when it can’t. But is that really what we want? Do we really want an all-powerful government determining the things that are acceptable and things that aren’t? Who wins? The people with the most lobbyists? The largest special interest group? Similarly, do we really want the government defining identity groups and then determining which of them should have special rights? Of course not! But that’s exactly what would be (and is) happening.

Free people should be able to enter into contracts with one another.

Rarely have I heard anyone disagree with the notion that people should be able to enter (or not enter) into contracts freely. When a customer purchases something from a business, the two entities have entered into a private contract. The terms of that contract are nobody else’s business. Similarly, the reasons one might choose not to enter into a contract are also nobody else’s business. This is not a hard concept. Yet, for some reason, this principle goes out the window when the feelings of a member of a so-called victim class are on the line.

As usual, liberty is the solution.

You know, I would complain all day if a company didn’t serve me for some petty reason. I would blog about it. I would alert the media. I would protest. I would call for boycotts, etc. But here’s what I would not do: I would not expect (or want) the government to coerce that business into serving me. After all, I’m free to shop somewhere else. I’m free to start my own business and do what I please with it. I’m free to never interact with the business that rejected me. I’m free to live my life as I see fit. And really, that’s the beauty of liberty. All people are free to make their own decisions. No one owns anyone. No one’s identity is defined by bureaucrats. No one is forced to do something they don’t want to do. Yes, within liberty, someone’s feelings might get hurt but that’s life. Yes, within liberty, there will be people who behave badly. But I would take that liberty over an authoritarian government any day.


You’ve probably heard of it by now- it’s Netflix’s new show. It’s 12 episodes of pure beauty and you should be watching it right now. 

The plot: so it’s a little confusing for the first couple of episodes, but basically there are 8 strangers called “sensates” who are psychically linked. But it’s not like they just hear each others thoughts; they can actually see each other’s environments, feel what the others are feeling, and pretty much inhabit each other’s bodies. They’ll randomly pop up on the other side of the world with another sensate and have no idea how they got there. It’s amazing. Together, the 8 of them are called a Cluster. 

Obviously they’re all freaked out because they’re seeing and hearing things happen all over the world while they’re still in their respective locations. So a lot of the story is them trying to figure out what’s going on while still living they’re daily lives. Meanwhile, this dude named Whispers is trying to use their cool new psychic powers to find them and capture them. It’s not really clear why yet- he just think they’re a threat. 


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I’m probably going to regret bringing this up, but I’d like to comment on your feelings on the ‘down with cis’ post from a while ago. I’m going to try and be civil, but I make no promises. I understand your thoughts on how ‘minorities have often ended up becoming the majority’, and, in all honesty, I can see what you mean (for example, Christians were often persecuted by Jewish extremists until it gathered a larger following).

However, that is no excuse for the things that cisgender people have done to transgender people. When a trans person says “Down with cis”, they are mainly using it as a sort of defense mechanism, a way to get back at cis people without major repercussions (though this often backfires and cis people end up calling us out for it anyway). Meanwhile, cis people are constantly allowed to make jokes about us and the things we go through and how we’re ‘disgusting’ and 'abominations’ and so on, and if we try to defend ourselves, we’re told we’re 'being too sensitive’, and to 'lighten up, it’s just a joke’. Cis people are also allowed to murder us, and get away scot-free, by claiming the 'Trans Panic Defense’, a legal loophole that states that if a cis person kills a trans person, they can say that they did it out of fear and anger and couldn’t control their actions, meaning that several boys and girls are murdered for no reason except for ignorant assholes who think they can decide when somebody lives or dies.

You people are able to do whatever you want to us, with little to no repercussions, and yet when we tell a simple joke, we’re the ones in the wrong.

Now, I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and say that you’re not intending to be transphobic, and, to be fair, you haven’t done anything too bad yet, if anything bad at all. It’s simply society and how our society treats things like this, teaching us right from the womb that trans people are there to be mocked and shamed and eradicated. However, I would also like to suggest that you consider another person’s viewpoint, especially when that person/group of people is the one the post is about. Cis people’s feelings do not count when we are talking about trans people’s lives and experiences.

Now, as for trans people taking Undertale and using it to 'spew hateful comments’, I do agree that the main message of the game is acceptance and unity, and calling someone out for who they are is wrong and it’s wrong to use a game like that for such a purpose. But again, it’s a joke being used as a way to vent, to strike back at people who have harmed us in so many ways when all we ask is that, at the very LEAST, you stop killing us. You’re not meant to take it as seriously as you did.

I honestly hope that what I said has made at least some sort of level of understanding for you, and I hope that you don’t take this too harshly. I am not directly calling you out, and if it seems like I was, I apologize. That was not my intention and I simply wanted to make a point.

Keep up the good work on the science and theories, and I hope to at least reach an understanding with you.

(Also, I apologize if this is not something I should have submitted, but the 'Ask’ page only allows for X number of characters, and as you can see, I would not have had nearly enough room to get out everything I wanted to say)

UnderTale science: I didn’t want to have to talk about this, but since you asked, the main problem I have is that venting and “defense mechanism” and “getting back” are not excuses, for any minority or majority, for anyone. Hate incites more hate. Same goes for the whole “once you people stop killing us” as if all Cis people support killing Trans people, generalizations are wrong. I have friends that are trans, the idea that by being Cis I am somehow complicit or supporting hatred and violence against trans people when I’m working and good friends with trans people is just absurd, just like any other use of that fallacy, just because a few extremists of a group do something bad, does not mean it is okay to insult, downplay, discriminate, or insinuate anything about the vast majority of people in that group, something most Trans people know the pain of from experience.

 Why would you assume I, or any other cis person, supports such hateful jokes about any group of people? Why would I go and rant and then be a hypocrite and say it’s okay and its a joke if it’s done to anyone else? There’s a difference between satire and hateful comments. I would never say “it’s just a joke” or “down with (group of people)” or “I hate (group of people)” or “aww, did I hurt your (slur for groups of people) feelings?”. That’s never okay. Neither is the idea you can kill a person for the group they are in and claim you panicked and accidentally committed a hate crime. No fair legal court would agree with that. That’s just something that happens when corruption and hatred takes over a court of law. There’s not really a law that you can kill a person for being trans, that isn’t constitutional.

 You can’t tell any group they aren’t allowed to be offended, you can’t say that a group of people can’t have slurs made against them, you can’t say a group of people have not been discriminated against, because you don’t know that, and in most cases you would be wrong. You would be surprised the inane things we fight over. People are discriminated for being on the other side of an imaginary shifting line that in many cases ends up separating houses and neighborhoods. People are discriminated against for their hair or eye color. Discriminated against for their fandom. Discriminated against for their favorite color (no joke, actually had several cases in ancient history where a color was seen as forbidden and those who wore clothing in that color or collected things of that color were seen as heretics and monsters and witches). Discriminated against for the vehicle they drive, discriminated against for their accent, the way they walk, the hand they eat with or write with (the Latin word for left was also the root word for “sinister”, various religious texts wrote that those who had their left hand as the dominant hand were evil).

 You cannot say that because a group has more people than another group, that your groups discrimination means more, or that you are inherently worth more and your pain is more important than any other group. That is what equality means,we all are equal and thus we are striving for equal treatment and not splitting us up like we aren’t all sentient beings. You can give facts, like “there are no reports of Hate crimes against Cis people in this report cited here”, or that “ a trans person is significantly more likely to be killed for who they are than a Muslim according to these statistics when adjusted for group population size” or that “an African American person is more likely to be killed in this study”. That is really not helping when all it does is lead to groups arguing who is the most oppressed and who is the most in need of equal rights,which is in itself an oxymoronic statement, that for equal rights certain groups need equal rights before or more than other groups. You could spend months arguing over if it’s total amount of lives effected that matters or if it’s the percentage of lives in a certain population of a group that matters, or if it’s the severity of the discrimination that matters.

All that does is waste time turning people against each other while they all try to claim they care about equality and act like other groups couldn’t understand how it feels to be oppressed like them, or like people can only align with one group, like someone can’t be a gay African American-Asian trans woman that is a democrat and a Muslim that likes Steven universe and Undertale and comics and Star Trek and Star Wars and the color purple and the color black. I know one, and she is friends with me, a white Cis straight man that has no religion or political party. She said I could use what she said and her name to defend this point, but for her safety I’m not going to elaborate any further out of fear someone would find out who she is, I already hope what I’ve been forced to say to defend myself isn’t enough for people to find her. Just know that if we can be friends despite who we are, you can accept that we are all equal, we all face discrimination, and I severely hope most people care about ending that discrimination, and I support the few that want true equality, not feminism, black lives matter, or whatever group that forms that cares about equality for some before equality for others, as if that makes sense. If every minority banded together, there would be no majority left. Just one group. If there are truly people in the USA that are the majority for everything, there’s probably so few of them that they would make up one of the smallest groups, and believe me, they would still find things to disagree on.
 Down with hate, for any group.
 Phew that was a lot of typing, my phones screen is going to start wearing away from all this.
Maybe some day I’ll make a book, and at least if you hate it like many will hate this post, it will be so big you can carve it out with a chainsaw and use it as a storage crate.
Why are you still reading this?
Don’t you have anything better to do?