people of the ruined world

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I’m so glad they gave Roadhog a more serious comic about what he thinks of the world after he fought so hard to protect his home. 

And then they did what I’d hope they’d do: 

They showed us how they met. 

And how Junkrat apparently just picks and chooses bodyguards out of random bars to take care of him… I guess it was fate.

Anyway, more importantly:

My favorite part, where he says Junkrat is a liar. 

So Blizzard is interested in giving Junkrat more than just the comic relief role. 

Roadhog says he’s a liar who lies to himself most of all.

Lies to himself about what?

I may be wrong and this may be open to interpretation, but maybe he means Junkrat’s hiding his true feelings about his circumstances, about being “happy” and energetic all the time. 

He’s “not the quiet type” so he lies loudly, as opposed to Mako, who hides the truth by saying nothing at all.

Some people bluster and talk to hide their insecurities or their pain. 

I really like this line. It adds a dimension to Junkrat that I hope we see. 

He’s full of bluster, a yappy little mad max chihuahua with smoking hair, but Mako’s smart enough to see more in him. 

He thinks very little of everyone, based on the previous dialogue:

“They deserve what they get” “World deserves them.”

Mako remembers the past, knows how this wasteland came to be and he’s disgusted by the people who’ve settled into it, who’ve made it their home, because they don’t care about what was lost, only what they can now gain.  

He might be looking for treasure and spoils with Junkrat, but I don’t get the feeling that he cares that much about it. 

Otherwise he wouldn’t claim the queen and the others were just fighting over scraps. 

Again, personal opinion. 

But I think he was just looking for a purpose. 

And a way to strike back at a world that never cared about him, that left him and his people and his home in ruins. 

So going all over the world, wrecking rich people’s shit, stealing gold and pachimaris with Junkrat… yeah, I think he’s doing it not because gold is all he cares about, or even Junkrat’s treasure, whatever it is. 

I mean, he doesn’t even know what Junkrat’s treasure IS here. I doubt it’s just money, that would be lazy of Blizzard. 

I think he’s doing it because he’s still aching over a failed rebellion and has nothing to lose. 

And why did he choose Junkrat to stick with?

Out of all the people in the world he could’ve stuck with?

Because Junkrat is a liar, who lies to himself. 

Because other people it would seem, are liars too, but they keep their lies to themselves, and Mako apparently trusts the “loud” type more than the quiet type. 

And like I said before, because he’s on a quest for revenge, because he wants the civilized world that made his home a living nightmare have a taste of their own medicine. And Junkrat, explosions-extraordinaire, noisy but trustworthy, a real idiot, but an honest one?

Well, it really was meant to be, I guess. 

He took him up on that offer quick, didn’t he?

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False Justice spreads upon the people and the ruin of the world is near. They will take everything from you, if you do nothing. What is your answer? Will you use the strength within you to take it back? Very well, I have heeded your resolve. Vow to me. I am thou, thou art I…


People get so offended at the idea that authors should do better to include minorities in fantasy works, like god damn. Dragons? Yes. Zombies? Incest? Cool. Black people? Asians? STOP RUINING MY FICTIONAL WORLDS!

anonymous asked:

Hmm... I have a bad feeling this will end up like Sword Art Online.

((Do not compare this blog to the trash that is SAO))

Some things that bother me about the story at this point:

I know I’m so gonna be hated for at least two specific points but I really need to talk about it in order to clear my mind a bit so here we go (contains spoilers of ch. 56).

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America is an irradiated wasteland. Within it lies a city. Outside the boundary walls, a desert. A cursed earth. Inside the walls, a cursed city, stretching from Boston to Washington D.C. An unbroken concrete landscape. 800 million people living in the ruin of the old world and the mega structures of the new one. Mega blocks. Mega highways. Mega City One. Convulsing. Choking. Breaking under its own weight. Citizens in fear of the street. The gun. The gang. Only one thing fighting for order in the chaos: the men and women of the Hall of Justice. Juries. Executioners. Judges.

having to read a post with my own two eyes where an anon asks “is madd legit” made me lose 40 years on my life

The Neighbors (9/?)

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing,  flirting, a little angst & fluff , semi smut

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader


Chapter 9: How to (attempt to) Save a Life

“Y/n- do you know-”

“Steve, either shut up or go in the hall,” you bark at him. He stays silent, watching as you start on Bucky.

You start cleaning the large gash on his thigh. He yelps out at the sting, so Steve steps up to distract him. He starts rattling off memories of them from the 40’s and it seems to work. You numb around the area and begin stitching his thigh, being as gentle as possible. It takes you about 15 minutes to get it closed, then you tape a bandage over it.

“This will have to do until you can get him to the towers infirmary Steve. Call Tony now and have him send transportation over.” He does as you say, leaving the room to make the call. You start assessing the damage the glass caused. There’s a range of small and large shards decorating his arm. You sigh, then start slowly pulling the pieces out with the forceps.

“You know Doll, you’re even hotter when you’re at work.” Bucky’s voice startles you, but you laugh.

“Barnes, you’re not hitting on your best friend’s girl, are you?” You ask as you keep extracting glass from him. You hear him suck in a sharp breath, then release it shakily.

“I’m hitting on the nurse that is saving me, instead of her douche canoe Boss.” You snort. You feel bad that he must of heard what was said in the hall.

“I’ll always save you Buck, don’t ever doubt it.” He winces again as you pull out one of the larger pieces, blood starts trickling out of the wound. You press gauze over  it.

“You’re probably going to have some scars, Buck. But chicks dig scars,” you say, trying to pull his mind away from the pain.

“Trust me doll, I know.” He winks at you, pulling a giggle from you. As you pull out your fifth piece of glass, Steve re-enters the room. You replace the blood soaked gauze with a fresh one and begin going after some of the smaller pieces.

“Alright, Stark said 15 minutes. You think he’ll hold over until then, Doll?” Steve asks as he pulls a chair next to the bed.

You nod, keeping your focus on the stubborn piece you picking at. Steve starts up with the memories again, getting Bucky to join in. You wish you could listen to their stories, but you can’t risk losing concentration on his arm.

When Bucky’s ride shows up, there’s only four small shards, and two large left. You managed to get the other 80% out, littering his arm in stitches and gauze covers. As they wheel him out of the room, you follow behind Steve.

“Are you coming with?” Steve asks.

“I’ll meet you there, I have to take care of something first.” Oh I’ll meet you there honey, after I destroy my dickhead boss. You send him a grin, but he sees right through it.

“Y/n, don’t do anything stupid. Do I need to stay?” You see the lines appear in his forehead, adding to his disapproving expression. You roll your eyes.

“No, Dad. I can take care of this myself. Just make sure Bucky gets there okay? I’ll see you soon.” You peck his cheek, then send him out the door. You watch as they load your soldiers into the back of the ambulance Stark sent. As soon as they were out of sight, you storm to the nurses station, paging Dr. Johnson. All the nurses have nervous or terrified looks spread over their faces. It’s not their faults. Just his.

“Listen guys, none of you are at fault here. This wasn’t an easy situation, but I don’t blame you for wanting to obey orders. Just know, I enjoyed working with all of you.” You send them a sweet smile, but as the Doctor approaches it turns into a full scowl. You march yourself up to him.

“Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you think you get to play God? Deciding who gets to live or who you watch die?” You yell.

“He is a mur-”

Originally posted by lifeisabutterflynonetitscaptor

“No, he is not a murderer, you asshole. He was forced, he was a slave to people that made him do those horrible things. How dare you take his life into your own hands and throw it away. He fought for this damn country, he fights to save the world now! How do you think he received all those injuries, Doctor? Because it wasn’t from running through a field of fucking Daisies, it was from stopping the people that want to ruin this damn world.” You feel all eyes on you, nurses, hell maybe even some patients. Johnson stays silent but holds his glare on you.

“You are a sorry excuse for a doctor, and an even sorrier excuse for a human. I refuse to work with someone as indecent as you. I quit. And your superiors will be hearing about this, so please, kindly go fuck yourself Dr. Johnson.” You turn away, waving goodbye to the nurses as you leave. Well, this is going to bite me in the ass later. But fuck it.


Time Skip, the next day

  You spent most of the night at the tower by Bucky’s side with Steve. The doctor, Helen, told you that you did a pretty good job on him from what she could tell. She was totally on board with helping get Johnson’s license revoked, but Tony beat you both to it. As soon as the boys arrived at the tower, Steve informed him what happened and Tony had already made the phone call. Thank God for Tony Stark.

    You finally step off the elevator with the boys following. Thanks to the serum, Bucky was healing quite a bit faster than a normal person, but he still wasn’t close to being 100%. He gives you a thank you kiss on the cheek, then makes his way to their apartment.  You and Steve stand in front of your door, just looking at each other.

“You going to tell me what happened when I left the hospital?” he asks.

“I just had a few choice words with the Doctor, then quit. No biggie.” You shrug him off, opening the door to your home.

“Yeah, I heard.” You whip around to face him.

“What do you mean you heard?”

“When Tony made his phone calls he was informed you quit. Which is why he spoke to Helen and arranged for you to work at the tower in the infirmary.” I’m sorry, what ?  

Your mouth is hanging out, eyes wide. “Did you - did you just say I’m working at the tower?” you stutter out, still in shock.

He chuckles, moving closer to you, winding his arms around your waist.

“Well, you can’t be jobless, sweetheart. Tony appears to have a soft spot for you.”  Well, I’ll be damned. I’ll have to call Tony later.  

You leap up, hugging Steve tightly. He laughs, holding you to him.

“Steve this is great! But are you sure you’re-”

“Yes, I’m  okay with this Y/n. It’ll be the best of both worlds. I really can’t seem to get enough of you, Doll.” His voice is deeper, sending a wave of chills through you.

“Oh really, Captain?” You purr, trailing your hands over his chest. He tilts your face up to his, then leans down pressing his warm, soft lips to yours. You move your hands, running them through his hair, pulling him right against you. You bite as his bottom lip, as he parts his lips to groan you slip your tongue passed his lips.

You tangle your tongue with his, as he starts leading you backwards. The back of your knees hit something, and you find yourself on your couch.

“I thought you were leading me to the bedroom, Rogers. A little impatient much?” You tease as he moves to hover over you. You’re caged under his body, head between his arms.

“I have to keep you on your toes, sweetheart.” He dives right back into it, slotting his lips against yours in a fierce kiss. You feel his hips beginning to move against yours, making you even more wet for him. You break the kiss for air, but Steve goes right for your neck, biting hard enough that you’re positive you’ll have marks. He soothes them over with his tongue, beginning to create hickeys as he sucks. He finally lets off your neck, instead ripping your shirt clean off your body.

“Steve! That was my favorite scrub top!” you gasp. He ignores you, slipping his hands behind you to unclasp your bra. He pulls it down your arms, then flings it behind him. Right as he goes to take your hard nipple into his mouth, you hear someone clear their throat.

 Steve immediately throws his body over yours, covering your chest but also smashing you under his weight.

You wiggle your head, and as soon as you see your guest, you both burst into laughter.  Sam is standing in your doorway with your bra in his hands.

“Barnes is driving me insane. I just wanted to come here and hide out. But instead I’m welcomed with a bra to the face. You two are animals, lock the damn door!” He stomps away, and you hear their apartment door open and slam shut.

Originally posted by aprilkeepner

 "Did Sam just take my bra…?“

Steve leans his head down against your chest, releasing a long sigh. "Yeah, I think he did.”  A giggle bubbles through you. You pull Steve’s face back to yours, giving him a quick kiss.

“Well, Captain, where were we?” You whisper.

He immediately pulls your nipple into his mouth, gently biting it. A gasp falls from you as he does the same to the other one. He kisses down your stomach to the top of your pants. From there, he sends you a mischievous grin.

“Steven Grant Rogers, don’t even thin-”

As if you didn’t even speak, Steve rips your pants, pulling the scraps off you. Damn it Steve. He pushes your legs apart, placing kisses against your covered center. You back arches as the contact, he slowly slides your panties off, again flinging them behind him. Except this time, you open your eyes and feel them go wide, as you watch your underwear bounce off Bucky’s face.

“OH MY GOD, DOES ANYONE KNOCK?” What are the fucking chances. Steve’s body is over yours within seconds, again. Bucky just leans in your doorway, dirty smirk playing on his lips while your soaked underwear is in his hands.

“I’m pretty sure I heard Sam tell you to lock the door…”

“Barnes, drop my underwear or so help me God, I will cockblock you for the rest of your life.” You threaten.

He drops your underwear but not the smirk. He sends you a wink, while Steve glares at him.

Originally posted by itsvarza

“Is there a reason you’re here Buck, or just coming to watch?” You ask angrily.

“Is that an option?” He shoots back. Steve just shakes his head, probably regretting his choice in friends right about now. You roll your eyes, not bothering to respond. “Doll, my bandages on my thigh are bleeding through. I was wondering if you could help me. Sam’s being a pansy.”

“I am not!” You hear Sam shout.

“Of course Buck, just…give me a minute to not be naked, okay?”

He nods, then leaves you and Steve. As the door shuts, Steve moves off you to sit on the floor. You stand up, going to your room and throwing on some boyshort underwear and your go-to sleep t-shirt, then grab Steve’s hand and haul him across the hall with you.


Time skip - 1 day before leaving for home with the boys.

As you sit in front of Wanda bandaging a few scrapes up from her recent mission, you tell her about Gloria’s wedding.

“So when do you leave for your hometown, Y/n?” She questions. You place the last bandage on, then pick up all the used gauze for disposal.

“Tomorrow actually!” you excitedly answer. She smiles brightly at you.

Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

“You better take pictures! I wanna see you and the boys dressed up! Oh, and the wedding dress!”

“Don’t worry! I’ll take plenty of pictures. I can’t wait for the next time Gloria’s out here, you and Nat would get along well with her!”  

She thanks you then heads out. When she leaves, you think about how your life has changed since starting to work at the tower with Helen. It’s been so unbelievably amazing. You’ve gotten closer with the other Avengers besides your boys. You’ve especially  been around Wanda and Nat a lot. So far you’ve went shopping three times with them and had a few movies nights. You love everything about this job, including getting to be near Steve while he’s at work. You get to see him in his Captain America uniform, and man, does that drive you crazy. You can’t even count how many times you’ve begged him to wear it home for you, but Captain Buzzkill refuses every time.

As you get ready to leave for home, Steve finds his way to you. When you see him walk in, you can’t help but smile.

“You ready for tomorrow, Steve?” You ask as you place the last of the files away.

“I can’t wait to finally meet your family. Bucky and Sam are thrilled too.”

“Of course they are, they’re going to be supplied with endless amounts of blackmail on me.”

  All he does is laugh and reaches for your hand to pull you to him. He leans in for a kiss, carding his fingers through your hair. You let out a moan against his lips at the feeling of his fingers slightly tugging. The kiss turns desperate and hot, and Steve picks you up and places you on counter behind  you.

Originally posted by neskui

You lock your legs around his waist and fist his shirt as you deepen the kiss. His fingers are digging into your hips, causing your to grind yourself against his crotch. You feel the familiar heat spread through you, driving you crazy. You slip your hands under his shirt, and he lets you lift it off his body. He copies the action, dropping your top on to the floor with his. He moves himself lower on your body, pulling the cup of your bra down to suck on your nipple. Your knuckle are turning white from how hard your holding onto the edge of the counter.

“Steve please.” You whine and you start to squirm. He slips his hand under the top of your pants and under the line of your panties. He rubs his fingers over your wet slit, teasing you further.

“Please what, sweetheart?” he whispers in your ear. Your back is painfully arching towards him as he plays with your clit between his fingers.

“Please, finger me, Captain.” He moans, finally pushing two fingers into your dripping entrance. He starts at a slow pace but soon starts thrusting his fingers at an animalistic pace. You try holding in the noises that are falling out of your mouth; after all, you’re still at work.

The way Steve’s had is angled against, his palm is brushing against your clit as his fingers slam into you.

“ I’m going to-”

“Do it doll, finish all over my hand.” His words throw your over, sending you spiraling through your orgasm. You slump against Steve and watch as he pulls his fingers out of you, slowly licking them clean of your orgasm. You groan at the sight. Everything that man does turns me on, that can’t be healthy. You pull him to you in a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. You only pull away from him when the speakers sound.

Originally posted by want-your-kisses

“Sanitize that counter Immediately, Rogers. And stop acting like horny teenagers, you have your own freaking room here idiot.” Tony’s voice blares over the intercom. Your cheeks turn dark red at being caught. You burry your face in your hands, causing Steve to chuckle. You hop off the counter, retrieving your shirts. Well, better to be caught here than when we stay at my parents house.  


Time Skip - Getting off the Plane

All four of you are making your way to the lobby of the airport. As you walk through the doorway, you look out into the sea of people waiting for others and your eyes go right to the giant sign towards the middle.

Bucky reads it outloud while he chuckles. “(Y/l) and her super hot friends.”  Damn it, who did Gloria get to pick us up? When the crowd starts dispersing, the owner of the sign is revealed. You see your sister, Marie, starting to dance awkwardly while she wiggles the sign in the air at you.

Oh fucking hell, here we go.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think about the picture of Donald trump signing them papers to cut of Obama care ? The people standing around him clapping and cheering him on ? Do you think the world will come to an end ? WHY IS HE IN CHARGE !!!! Why are people egging him on and encouraging him to ruin this world ? Ok rant over I'd like your honest opinion and if people give you shit I'm sorry 😐 and to the people for Donald trump have you took a long look at yourself ? The world? Your voting against yourself!

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Antis and tcc agree on one thing.

I want to talk about romanticizing things.

So antis and tcc don’t like it when other tcc romanticize Jeffery Dahmer, Ted Bundy, Eric Harris, Dylan klebold, etc - this list goes on.

“they’re killers/rapist/pedophiles/whatever, you’re sick !!!😷😷” “people like you ruin my interest in the tcc 😡😡😡😡”

But in this world, people romanticize literally everything. I’ve seen fidget spinners romanticized, M I N I O N S romanticized, fucking Kim Jung Un is romanticized - anything can be romanticized, meme or not.

People can romanticized whatever the fuck they want - whether that’s a killer, a meme, or a fucking anime babe. Who the fuck really cares ? Only the people that complain about it.

Get off their back and relax.

The worst parts of me

A downright heartless person I’ve been told,
Without a care in the world I ruin everything.
Disappointing people time and time again, without being bold,
People said I’m a monster like anything.


Blemished by the things that were a part of me,
Unable to channel myself I lost people along the way.
Either too loud or too quiet, always trying to flee,
Secluding myself to let people not be hurt during the day.


Never know when to say something and when to not,
I guess it might have been better if instead, they had a bot.


Always creating a mess wherever I am,
Confusion and chaos my partners like best friends,
Sadness engulfs me, everything goes bam,
Every word uttered is to the last moment filled up with dreads.


This is crazy, I’m truly a monster,
I try to be human and my demons don’t let me,
People who said they’ll help in my fight, deserted me, ran off like a rooster,
I didn’t even know where I was going, was I too blind to see.


I know you wouldn’t wanna come now,
For I have presented to you the worst parts of myself.
And that’s alright I guess, I have learned to row,
Don’t be upset about me, already too much concern there is about yourself.

- AA

How to write your book Step 204

Advice 

There is no such thing as universal good advice. What works for some people will ruin others. The best advice in the world is no good at all if not heeded. 

Only you can write your book. Only you have the ability to take those words out of your mind and create them into a story. The next step in the process is always very simple, keep writing. Just relax and do it. Self direction is a terrifyingly powerful thing. Focus yourself into your novel, your words, your book. Write it all down. Heed the advice in the back of your mind. You know what you have to do. 

Have faith in yourself and your abilities. You’ve got this. 

anonymous asked:

I dont think they'll kill Sam and Dean off for financial reasons. The show had a lot of talk about planning a supernatural movie after the show is done and also tried to launch a spin-off once already they are going to want them for these plans, or at least the possiblity for it. If they kill them and everyone else SPN is dead truely, closure included you cant sell stuff on that like with the feeling of being able to rejoin Sam and Dean anytime any plans etc over i dont think that

Hmmm… okay so valid point, if they will actually go there… I dunno if they will, If SPN ends with Sam and Dean just driving off in the impala I will honestly feel a bit cheated, because it will mean no development in all 13+seasons. Bibros will love that of course, but I think it would be a massive anticlimax. 

The way I see it, SPN had two possible endings:

1. They all die in a blaze of glory, just like Dean always says and the ending that we KNOW Jared and Jensen and Misha all want. None of them see a happy ending for the show, they all think that the characters will die for the world. This ending makes sense considering the song of the show is “carry on wayward son” and really, that song is all about death isn’t it? We could STILL have destiel in this ending, and have them all reunited with those they love in heaven, it could be tragic but still hopeful and happy in a way. Like they all end up sitting around the bar in the roadhouse and all the old characters come back and yeah, maybe Dean will smile at Sam as he is reunited with Eileen (or even Jess?!) and gives her a kiss, and then Cas walks up to Dean and stands by his side, they smile at each other and all the happy faces all around them and then Dean takes Cas’s hand and thats that. End scene.

It is an option that will actually be incredibly bittersweet. Something like the Wayward Daughters spin off could still go on but the original cast wouldn’t be able to do one off episodes with them. But then would they really need to? Wayward Daughters doesn’t need Sam and Dean and Cas paying a visit every now and again to be successful. It will have Jody and Donna and Claire and maybe even Rowena could be like a Crowley character… I don’t think a movie is a good idea personally… I get flashbacks to the X Files movie and well, I wouldn’t want it to tank. 

2. We are still going for Dabb’s happy endgame idea. Who knows, maybe they will bring Eileen back? I was wondering if maybe that mystery character from the promo is the Nephilim baby from the future? Maybe he’s all grown up and tries to convince them all to let him live and gives them each a gift and the gift he gives Sam is Eileens life back? Who fucking knows eh? 

if the endgame is still happy, then it will have to be something to do with the boys not quite leaving hunting, but settling into a Bobby type role and also training up the next generation of hunters. Sam would rebuild the global men of letters from scratch (since the Brits will probably be in ruins by the finale) and recruit people from all over the world to watch over the Supernatural and start a global organisation of worldwide protection. Perhaps the final season will actually be about the world becoming aware of the SPN?! Sam would control that (a true man of letters) WITH A FUCKING DOG! and Dean and Cas would still travel, go hunting together (Cas would be human) and yeah, I can see that happening I suppose but it doesn’t make sense to not give Sam SOMEONE outside of his brother and Cas.

The reason that this option doesn’t seem so likely to me now is that they were BUILDING on Sam’s endgame in the subtext for two seasons!! His dreams of ‘someone’, his saving of the retirement leaflet in his keepsake box, his questioning of who he is and what he wants now. (he never managed to convince me that the hunter life is what he WANTS even if he has accepted it). Eileen was a big part of that… so I just don’t get it? It really confuses me that they killed her when she seemed like someone who could be so important for the future and for the endgame?! Could so many of us meta writers have been wrong about Eileen’s role? To me, it feels like a massive wasted potential and now I’m just completely lost for this endgame idea.

Perhaps the true endgame is a mixture of both of these? Could one brother live and the other die? Could that be the true endgame? Sam accepting his fate and sacrificing himself for the world in a repeat of Swan Song but this time he goes to heaven and reunites with those he loves, but the codependency is broken and Dean accepts his brothers death for real, and in his place gets a human Cas? (that would certainly be controversial to certain darker sides of fandom…)

Honestly I just don’t know. I’m upset that Sam’s friend had to die. Because she was SAM’S friend. One of the only friends he has outside of Dean, or who Dean hasn’t connected with more than him. Even if it was completely platonic between them, its still really annoying that Sam had that taken from him. He never gets to bond with anyone outside of Dean. 

*sigh* I’m so tired nonny. I don’t think I could deal with a movie or it dragging on for another so many seasons. I WANT it to end at the moment, I am sick of seeing these characters suffer. If you keep adding more hurt to the mix without any comfort the audience eventually gets bored. SPN is becoming too painful to watch right now. 

Who knows how it will end really? Or when. So long as it does end and so long as the characters get the ending they deserve, an ending that is satisfying and beautiful and makes sense according to the story so far. Anything less would just feel cheap and broken.

Rant

I don’t feel welcome in the LGBT community anymore, and it saddens me so much. The community has been hijacked by transtrenders, kinksters, and even just straight people, and it feels like these people are deliberately trying to make real LGBT people feel uncomfortable in the community which should have been for them in the first place. Lesbians, like myself, gays and transpeople get harrassed and abused because of who they are in the only community where they should be able to be safe. Lesbians are being called terfs and trans people are being called truscum to invalidate their voices, and start a witch-hunt after them, immediately when they try to reclaim their place in the community, or even just the language they use to speak about themselves and their issues.
When I grew up as a gender non conforming girl I was bullied brutally. I was both physically and mentally harrassed in school on a daily basis because of my gender non conformity when my schoolmates assumed I was a lesbian because of my appearance. I did everything I could to seem more “straight”, which led to me having an extremely feminine phase of me dressing in girly clothes and even dating and gossiping about guys in order to convince my schoolmates that I definetly wasn’t a lesbian. And when I finally came out at 18, I lost friends and even a few family members. It breaks my heart to see young people co-opt these struggles of real people, just because its a trend and they want to be “cool” or special snowflakes. It invalidates the struggles of real LGBT people and it ruins our already bad reputation in the world. It also gives fuel to the idea that being gay, bi, trans etc is a phase, since it literally is a phase to transtrenders and sjw’s who claim to be LGBT even though they aren’t. These people are even pushing legislation that is HARMFUL to the LGBT community, just to validate their own subjective and self-determined “identity”. An example of this is the Canadian Bill C 16, that will make transgender people less likely to be, for example, employed, because employers don’t want the threat of being sued and fined for “misgendering”, not to mention that the bill includes compelled speech, which is extremely scary on its own!

I feel quite hopeless when I think about all these things. It’s so sad to think that the community that should be MY community has become so toxic, that I can’t even be myself in it without being labeled a bigot, while people who aren’t even LGBT are controlling all the strings. I, and thousands of others, grew up struggling with our sexualities, and that struggle is used by other people to make them seem special, cool and edgy. It makes me sick to think about it. And I’m not writing this for people to feel sorry for me or any of my LGBT brothers and sisters. I am writing this because I’m frustrated and angry with how things are going, and I want to spread awareness about this, so that we can improve the LGBT community, instead of continuing down on this path of toxicity and destruction.

As'Salaam Alaikum,

What will eventually ruin us? Our sins! Satan will not ruin us, nor will people, nor will the vicissitudes of time. At the end of the day, sin will be the cause of our ruin. Satan, people, the world and the vicissitudes of time are only callers who sometimes invite us to sin. We limit their potentially negative influence over us by being constant in the remembrance of God, and by keeping them in their proper place.

Who will ultimately save us? God! Ultimately there is no strength or power, no source of salvation or damnation, no source of any harm or benefit except God. Therefore, we should stop running away from Him and we should begin running towards Him. We are urged in the Qur’an, “Flee to God! Verily I am from Him unto you a clear warner.” (51:50)

—  Imam Zaid Shakir
Kakavege Week 3 Badges: Eight Submissions Awards!

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