poor decision making right there

  • A rhetorical statement: God, how could you like the Cult Ending?! That's so homophobic and gross, you just wanna see gay people suffer, [some other reason I'm gross for liking it]
  • Me: As much as I enjoy the Cult Ending, since Horror games were a huge part of my life growing up, I acknowledge that Joseph really deserved to have a better outcome than just "Cuck or Cult."
  • Me: Joseph could've been an amazing example of religious LGBT+ representation, and a strong moral and satisfying outcome with coming to terms with your sexuality and how you don't need to suffer and be ashamed about it.
  • Me: However, with the fact that Joseph's writer, Jared Rosen, is a known LGBT+ horror writer, and the fact the devs confirmed not wanting Joseph to have a good ending to avoid the implications of breaking up even a clearly toxic marriage as a good thing, it was clear that Joseph's character was doomed before the game was even released.
  • Me: The fact that Joseph literally only has outcomes that condemn his character, and one that straight up demonizes him, is so damaging to a lot of people.
  • Me: Sure, it would be a bit much to say "Give Joseph the ending we thought he deserved" while keeping all of the other endings a possibility. But the canon of Dating Sims have always been such a flexible entity. It makes no sense to try and apply a solid, consistent canon no matter what you do in a genre like this.
  • Me: Joseph deserved to have a good ending, just as much as he did a bad/dark twist ending. And frankly, he NEEDED a good end so that people who didn't like the Cult Ending had another outcome to work off of.
  • Me: I love the Cult Ending. But there's no denying that Joseph needed better, not just for the game, but for the fans as well.

anonymous asked:

thank u for this oh my god im struggling so much rn: i'd really love something with lily picking james over snape like snape being the little shit he is and trying to break them up or something because i live on that shit

“How was your summer, Evans?” 

Lily is already smiling by the time she’s turned around. As she suspected, James Potter is standing in front of her in the prefect compartment, already in the uniform his mum likely forced him to put on. “Very good,” she tells him, though he already knows it. “Yours?”

“Fantastic,” says James. He raises his eyebrows at her. “I met a girl.”

Perhaps she’s too easily pleased, but her stomach jumps anyway. “Really? What was she like?”

“Oh, terrible,” he says, grinning. “Always calling me names, never pulling out my chair for me, and worst of all…. ginger.” James adds this in the tone one might use for talking about a relative who has contracted dragon pox.

She scoffs. “I’d heard her hair was more of an auburn colour.”

James gasps. “You know her too? I always reckoned she’d been stepping out on me, but I never thought it’d be with one of my mates.”

Lily elbows him in the ribs as he laughs.

Keep reading

can’t stop thinking of an au where they survive Scarif, and everyone’s just so busy and Cassian’s always been kind of a workaholic and an insomniac (comes with the stress and depression) and especially now.

So I’m picturing Bodhi coming back to the room they share, exhausted and kind of sweaty after a long day working on repairing the ships and not really wanting to be alone so he curls up next to Cassian who’s sitting on the couch going through some briefings on his datapad. Bodhi settles in right under his shoulder, Cassian instinctively starts soothingly stroking Bodhi’s side and telling him in a soft quiet murmur about some of the decisions he’s trying to make and poor exhausted Bodhi nods off right there, head nestled on Cassian’s collar bone.

And Cassian is glowing with affection, gives a soft kiss to the top of his head and keeps working. Bodhi blearily opens his eyes once it’s long past a reasonable time to rest, notices the red veins and bags under Cassian’s eyes illuminated by the glowing blue datapad and he pushes it out of a weakly protesting Cassian’s hands and climbs onto his lap so he can’t pick it up again, wraps his arms around Cassian’s shoulders, whispers into his neck that there will be time to go over dossiers in the morning but its time to sleep now. And after a tired token denial, Cassian settles his hands around Bodhi’s waist, let’s himself relax into and be present in the moment, aware of the soft warmth of Bodhis knees pressed to either side of his lap, the slight weight grounding him, the fragrance of a flowery shampoo under the scent of engine oil from his hair, just the safe healthy and alive presence of him, and Cassian slowly matches his breathing to Bodhi’s, drifts off shakily.

They don’t wake up til the afternoon the next day, wrapped up in each other with a crick in their backs but so content, so calm, so warm with love

anonymous asked:

How does buddhism explain consciousness and free will?

I could probably write a couple of books on consciousness. Buddhist Psychology and the study of consciousness is extremely vast, so I won’t say much, but I do recommend eventually studying the topic. Warning though, unless you’ve been studying Buddhism for some time, I do not recommend touching the topic yet. It’ll just cause major confusion and doubt.

But I will say a few words. Consciousness in Buddhism is one of the “main” topics of study. It is the consciousness that is reborn from life to life. In Buddhism, we study the Eight Consciousnesses. The first five consciousnesses are our senses (eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and body), the sixth is the mind. The seventh consciousness is the “mixing pot.” It’s where the previous six consciousnesses meet. It is our seventh consciousness that manages our thoughts, speech, and actions. And the outcome and effects of those thoughts, speech, and actions are stored in our eight consciousness, hence it is called the “store consciousness.” The eight consciousness is what moves with us from one form of life onto another.

I think that’s as simple of an explanation I could give without going into a full essay! Moving on.

Free will. Well, it’s free. However, our decisions are determined by our karma of our past and present life. So even though we may say, “I am my own person and I do what I want,” the things that you do is governed by your karma. For example, because of our “not the best karma,”  we were born and grew up in a poor neighborhood. Maybe we grew up surrounded by drugs and gangs. So our mind is being conditioned that buying and selling drugs and crimes is just normal and part of life. We are making these decisions. Now assume because of our “good karma,” we are born and grew up in a middle upper class neighborhood. We were raised by educated and successful parents. We went to good schools and now have a good job. Again, our mind is being conditioned according to this environment. So we may see things like drugs and gangs bad, and avoid any sort of crime. We are making the decisions to avoid them.

So I believe free will and karma go hand-in-hand. One if because of the other. BUT, just because we grew up rich or poor doesn’t mean we make the right or wrong decisions. Poor doesn’t equal criminal and rich doesn’t equal successful. We can always change our circumstances. If we are poor, we can get ourselves out of poverty with hard work and diligence. We can work our way out and up.

Only we are responsible for our own decisions. We may be influenced slightly according to our karma and environment, but ultimately the decision is ours. Free will is ours.


Smile and be well!

lovesaikochan  asked:

I hope Saiko and the others can kill Kaneki. I mean, it would be pathetic that Kaneki will be saved by the power of love. Right now, he's the main villain. Pls Ishida!

That’s fine friend, I understand. People have different perspectives and different things they want out of the story. I will admit I said to a friend in a message after 143 that if Kaneki turned out to be Dragon, I wouldn’t be terribly optimistic about him, but my opinion’s since changed. 

I do think the Quinx will have to face Dragon at some point. Furuta seemed to imply they were maybe supposed to kill Dragon, but also maybe not given what he told Ui last chapter; it’s a bit unclear to me.

That being said, Kaneki’s suffered a lot. He’s brought a lot of it on himself, to be sure, with making poor decisions and not making decisions, and he’s become his worst nightmare right now. He’s killed ghouls, humans, children. He’s become far, far worse than his mother ever was not just in how he failed the Quinx, but how he failed the ghouls he was supposed to be shepherding, and he killed 100 children.

But he still has people who love him. Not just Saiko and Mutsuki, but also Touka and his baby, Nishiki, Tsukiyama who broke down over him this chapter, Hide, Hinami, and he’s got people who love people who love him (Urie, Ayato, etc.) It’s not just Kaneki’s wellbeing on the line; it’s theirs too. For example, Touka’s always lived while losing, and I’d like to see her fight to not lose something this time, fight to save something (not to take revenge as she did in the first TG.)

If Kaneki does survive this, and the Fool’s Journey makes me think he will because this is most likely the moon arc (and if Ishida wanted to end TG tragically, he could have done it a manga ago), he’ll still have to grapple with the rapid aging which may or may not be solved, and regardless, he won’t get off scot-free. I’d think he’d be a very, very broken man who can no longer hide behind the double-standards he’s imposed for so long about ghouls and humans, good and bad. That’s his only hope really: to let go of those double-standards and face the monster that was always lurking inside of him.

It’s possible the Quinx might be able to kill Dragon without killing Kaneki, with some help from Hide, and possibly Touka and Tsukiyama too. 

I personally want to see him overcome this, but that’s my opinion, and everyone’s entitled to theirs, so it’s fine if you’d rather he didn’t.

Thank you for the ask!

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Sabine. This is maybe none of my business, but I noticed how you were looking at the children at the park. And you say you have no one to talk to.

New Year's Eve

-HAPPy nEW YeaR??!!?!

 

-Are you drunk?

 

-Maybe you should slow down the alcohol consumption.’

 

-‘* yOU dont tell ME whatta whatta uuhhDO im gonna keep drinking and ur gonna keep your pie hole shut

 

-‘I do not have a “pie hole” Dean. If you are referring to my mouth, I do not intend to keep it shut, as you are obviously overly intoxicated.

 

-Ehh maybe your jus under intoxeeccaattteddd And now i drink

 

-Okay Dean. Continue making poor decisions.

 

-Where are you anyway?

 

-Damn right i will and what’s with this 20 questions? how the hell im supposed to know where I’m at

 

-Dean, this is serious. Where are you?

 

-Your incessant intoxication has been getting you into trouble as of late, and I am getting concerned.

 

-Ah ya know……arrrrrooouuunnddd HANGING OUT drinking a lil bit what’s the big problem ‘ere

 

-Are you with a woman?

 

Why?… are you…jealous.

-No.

 

-No, I , I am merely concerned by your whereabouts and- making sure you are not getting yourself into trouble.

 

-You did not answer my question Dean, are you in the presence of a female?

 

-Oh yeah Cas partying it up over 'ere its a friggin’ playboy party

 

-NO cas i am drinking alone in the middle ah know where

Heh care to join in all the fun?

 

-I not nor read well into sarcasm Dean, but I will take the ladder text as the serious one. You know I do not drink alcohol. However, being with you would not be displeasing.

 

-Again, I ask where you are?

 

-Uuuuggghhh…

-South on fout 55

-In my baby outside some depressing ass bar. Try not to get losss buddy

 

-Well, I shall certainly try not to. I’ll be there shortly.

 

- ill be waiting

 

-Okay Dean, but try not to become too intoxicated before my arrival. I need to out a few things away.

 

-Yea yeah sure fine

 

-Dean I have arrived at the establishment.

-It is dark however, and I am having difficulty locating your vehicle.

 

-Can ya see it now?

 

-I see you, get back in before you hurt yourself.

Cas walked over to Dean’s Car. He isn’t entirely sure why he went there tonight. Usually he just lets Dean do his own thing when he goes out drinking. This time however, Cas is concerned.

 

“Join me man pick up a beer and jam out to a few of em songs.”

“Dean, I already told you I do not consume alcohol. As an Angel they can cause very adverse effe-“

“Ah pah-lease cas live alil'” *hic*

“You jus hang and let me have the fun.”

As Dean spoak, he had a hard time focusing on Cas and he slurred his words together.

“Okay, thank you.  But would you open the door. I have been standing here for quite some time, and you have not returned to the vehicle as I previously requested. “

“Suuuurree for you cas anything”

“Thank you.”

“SSsssoOOoo ya came here to what? Take care ah me i mean clearly you didn’t come for the booze,” Dean shook his bottle in Cas’s direction as he spoke, spilling its contents onto the floor.

“I came to ensure you stayed out of trouble. I presume you were not with a woman tonight by the looks of it.”

Dean snorted before saying, “Nope only girl i need right here,” He said, patting the dashboard.

“An by the looks of it, idsay ur still jealous.”

“I do not understand how humans give inanimate objects genders. And what would cause me to be jealous,” Cas snapped.

“Ah I dunno guess I must have been wrong then.”

“Yes- yes you were, I see no logical reason for me to be jealous of a female holding your attention.”

Cas turned up the volume for the radio before saying, “Uh-huh cas if thats how ya feel. Ah man this song!”

 

“I realize you have an affinity foe Led Zepplin, but could you turn it down?”

“Nope.”

“Child.”

            Dean turned up the volume even more.

“Why did I even come here?”

“Beats me.”

“The lyrics are quite pleasing, I must admit…”

“…Maybe you jus cant stay away from this face,” Dean said, not paying attention to Cas’s previous comment.

Cas shifted uncomfortably saying,  “If you are asking if I find your face aesthetically pleasing, we have had this conversation before. The symmetry of your features is impressive, in addition to your jawline, lips, and your eyes, the color of which I find ver-“

“Alright, alright Cas I get it, you think I’m hot.”

“I- I did not say 'that’…”

Finishing off another bottle Cas said, “ Uhuhh sure Cas that’s not whtchya said but its what ya meant. C'mon you know what i mean”

“It would not be appropriate for me to think, much less say those kinds of things about you Dean.”

“And haven’t you had enough to drink tonight?”

“DOnt touch my drinks unless ur gona join.”

“And maybe your horizons just need to be widened,” Dean said, gesturing with his arms.

“Ok, fine, I will take one”

“Thank you. But Dean, ‘my horizons?’ I can see the horizon line just fine thank you.”

“Well ya know when you said you cant think things like people being hot I mean come on appropriate? who cares man ,” Dean said nudging Cas’s shoulder, “Drop that heavenly crap and jus let your thoughts go man.”

“I- I can’t,” Cas said, before he took a sip of his beer and turned to look away.

“Ah cas c’mon what is *hic* it… some'n clearly on ur mind .”

Dean scooted closer and pointed his empty beer bottle at Cas saying, “Out with it.”

Taking a few more drinks Cas said, “I-well, it’s complicated. I mean- Dean I can’t just-“

“Uuuggh damnit stop looking away,” Dean said as he reached over, grabbed Dean’s face moving it to face him, “there now if you don wanna talk fine bu it seems ta me you got something big on your mind so spit it out or shut it and spend the res of the night in alcohol and rock.”

Cas finished his beer and grabbed another before saying, :Dean, I don’t think you understand, I can’t just tell you-“

He paused for a moment taking another sip saying, “I- it’s not that simple, it’s not good. I- I’m not good… I- I can’t ruin e-everything.”

 

“Aright fine, this is why booze is here, drink an forget your troubles… whatever cryptic shit your talkin about.”

“God Dean, could you jus stop, seriously, I- I can’t just- shit!”

Cas left the car quickly and obviously upset about something. He left Dean in the Car confused about what had just happened.

“Ahhh crap,” Dean said as he got out of the Car.

Stumbling towards Cas Dean said, “C-cas hey what the hell is goin on man- hey! will you juss stop walking away or at leas slow down a bit…i…may have had too much ta drink over 'ere”

At this point, the effects of the beer were taking their toll on Cas, “Dean just stop ok, please- just- get ou- away. You don want something  you’ll regret to happen, I’m- jus goin'gg to ruin.”

“Ruin what?”

“N-nothing, I saaid go away,” Cas pushed Dean feebly before giving up on pushing him away.

Before Cas could pull back his arm, Dean grabbed it saying,  “NO now stop messing around and damnit Cas…jus- jus tell me…is…is there something wrong or are ya mad at someone or wha-“

“I, jus- no I’m not mad I just- I just- you, it’s you. I can’t- could you please just go,” Cas said, clearly distraught and sad.

“Whaddya mean me? and no you wanna go then you gotta tell me.”

“Please jus let me go,” Cas said as tears began running down his face.

 

I cannt do dis now. Just stopp.“

“I real-you don understand- you wont feel the same I know you don- you cant, don make tis harder for m-me than ii already is!”

“Aright arit calm down i can barely understand you come on youdon even know where ya goin jus stay here with me in the car. K,” Dean asked, leading Cas back to the car.

“I wish I nevr came tonigh’t.”

Cas looked at Dean moving closer, “An why dont YOU star talking, *pokes chest* YOU keep making ME talk, I don know people too well but earlier,” Cas poked Dean in the chest saying, “YOU were acting kinda strange like when you arr with come girl you wan to hook up with and all. An why do YOU,” He said poking him again, “Care so much about how I’ feel, an apparently I think your ‘hot’ well-how do YOUUU feel”

“Well hell now your talkin at least…,” Dean sighed before continuing, :Cas, alright, ya know you’re right and I’m just gonna say some stuff an see where it goes but… i-i… well ok you… mean a lot ta me an i fine that i like being aroun ya an stuff and- wow, that sounds pretty  lame, ok, sorry, is just YOU and well i… and i know you probly don even understand bu-z”

“I, Dean- I don’t think I understand what you are tryin'g to say, I- I feel like you. I mean with you I- just feel different, b-ut I, don’t know why.” Cas paused for a moment before saying, “Just- never mind, I didn’t say anything Dean, I’m sorr'y. Just-“

“NO please no, don jus look, what I’m tryin say is tha i care bout you so much and i feel different aroun you too and i never know how to describe it and- and- i’ve'ad way too muchta drink an you probly don know what I’m saying-“

“See an nowe-re both drunk- an you probably don even know what your ssayin here. I know you dont really feel like that cus- wev been friends so I know you- an you- no. Juss stop.”

“I think I should leave now before I say something that’ll screw us up.”

“No! …i mean please don leave…i…i do mean what I’m saying and-and  you-if im understanding right… you might feel the same.”

“Well den justell me wat your thinking then! I cant deal withis- is jus beating around the tree.”

 

            “I like you Cas. I mean uh…” Dean said before looking the other way.

            Suddenly Dean felt hands wrap around his face and full him over towards the other side, suddenly we lips were on his. He looked at Cas’s whose eyes were closed, and began kissing him back. Dean was in a drunken have and began toying at Cas’s lips with his tongue. Cas let him as their kiss deepened.

            Cas pulled away taking a few deep breaths, “Cas- I… Um,” Dean tried to say, feeling his face flush, “are you su-ure abbou-” he felt Cas’s lips go back over his and he felt fingers run through his hair. Cas once again pulled away, hands still laced through Dean’s hair. Cas looked down and said, “I lo-ave you D-ean.”

            This time, it was Dean who kissed Cas. Dean was overwhelmed with emotion and passion, and he may have been way drunk to top it off.

            Dean slid his tongue past Cas’s lips trying to explore his mouth. Cas let out a moan at the touch as he felt Dean’s tongue on his. Moving his hands onto Dean’s jacket, Cas gripped hard pulling him in closer. After a few minutes Cas made his way onto Dean’s lap and continued kissing him.

            Dean gasped as Cas let his fingers slide through his hair. After a bit, Dean pulled away before continuing his kisses along Cas’s jaw and onto his neck. Sucking on Cas’s neck Dean heard Cas let out a moan as he ground his hips down.

            Dean jerked a bit at the contact and realizing Cas was hard against him. Pulling away he pushed his hips back up to Cas and watched Cas squirm and blush above him.

            “You like that,” Dean asked smirking.

            “Nhgg,” Cas replied as Dean continued grinding his hips up.

Smiling, Dean pulled Cas back in and began kissing him again. This time he nipped at Cas’s lip and sucked on it a few times, causing Cas to whimper in response. Eventually, Cas felt Dean’s hands tugging at the hem of his shirt, lifting it free from his waistline. He felt Dean continuing and unbuttoning his shirt. Once Dean pulled off the shirt, tie, and jacket, he let his hands run lightly up and down Cas’s torso.

            Cas’s back arched at the touch as he pushed his chest closer to Dean. His skin felt on fire under Dean’s touch. Cas gasped as he felt Dean’s fingers glide over his nipples. Taking notice, Dean began kissing down Cas’s chest and slowly licked one of his nipples and began rubbing the other with his hand.

            Dean continued by sucking on Cas nipple causing the other man to rock his hips onto Dean’s.

            “Dean,” Cas breathed out.

            Removing his mouth Dean asked, “What, you ok?”

He slowly rubbed Cas’s nipped before Cas continued, “I need-“

            Cas stopped talking suddenly and groaned before kissing Dean hard. After a few moments, Cas pulled back and Dean asked, “What do you need?”

            “I need –ou to touch me.”

            Dean immediately had his hands back on Cas’s torso exploring his body. He continued working on Cas’s nipples with his mouth as he rubbed a hand up and down Cas’s spine. Above him, Cas was rocking into him as he let out soft moans and grunts.

            After a few minutes, Dean slid a hand down Cas’s stomach and he palmed Cas’s erection.

            “D-ean,” Cas moaned out, as he bucked his hips forward grinding against Dean’s hand.

            “I think, ‘ere gonna need to find some’ere else to do this,” Dean breathed, noticing how hard his erection was beginning to strain against his pants.

            Before he could let out another word, Cas had moved them, back to their motel room and had pushed him over on the bed.

            Cas began kissing Dean hard as he began pulling Dean’s shirt off. Sitting up after removing his shirt, Dean grabbed onto Cas’s back letting his fingers trace over his muscles as he kissed Cas’s chest.

            Cas stood up quickly pulling Dean up with him. “I bel’eve we need to remove the ‘est of our clothing,” Cas slurred.

            Cas felt Dean’s hands quickly begin undoing his belt before pulling his pants and underwear off. After Cas stepped out of his clothes and removed his socks he watched as Dean looked him up and down.

            Dean smiled as he began removing the rest of his clothes. Once he was fully naked, he led Cas back to the bed climbing on top of the Angel.

            Dean began kissing Cas’s chest as his hands ran down his sides. Dean began licking one of Cas’s nipples and playing with the other. Cas began gasping as he felt Dean’s lips playing with him. He felt Dean suck and kiss his nipple causing him to unwind beneath him.

            After a few minutes Dean began kissing Cas lover and lover before he kissed the hear od Cas’s dick causing Cas to moan. Dean looked up at Cas for permission before he took him in his mouth and began slowly sucking. He let his tongue lick the underside of Cas’s cock as he moved back and forth, in and out. Dean felt Cas’s hand in his hair rather quickly and felt Cas squirming beneath him.

            “D-ean,” Cas breathed, “Just hurry up- if you d-on’t s-stop I’m gonna-“

            Dean quickly pulled up letting Cas regain composure.

            After a bit Dean said, “Are you ready to keep going?”

            Cass nodded and Dean continued, “Im going to put a finger in you, ok?”

            After Cas nodded again, Dean placed his finger at Cas’s entrance and moved it around a bit, getting used to it being there. He slowly began pushing his finger, causing Cas to let out a gasp.

            “You ok?”

            “Yea, just keep going.”

            Dean worked his finger all the way, letting it rest there for a bit. He then began moving it in and out. He looked up and saw cas trying to control himself as he let out small ghasps.

            “I’m putting in another finger.”

            Dean slid in a second finger causing Cas to gasp out in pain.

            “I’m sorry, should I-“

            “No, just keep going, please.”

            Dean began working both fingers in and out, twisting his fingers as he went. Soon, Cas was getting used to his fingers and Dean began scissoring them. He began pushing his fingers faster and harder and quickly he found Cas’s prostate. He heard Cas let out a loud moan. Dean smiled and began focusing on that spot.

            “D-ean,” Cas groaned, “If you sont s-top-“

            Dean removed his fingers and grabbed Cas’s hips, pulling the Angel closer to him.

            “Are you sure you want this?”

            “Dean, I’ve wanted this for years, yes.”

            Dean slowly pushed in, pausing to allow Cas to adjust. Then Dean pulled back before quickly pushing back in. He continued rolling his hips in and out as he felt his body becoming closer and closer. Underneath him Cas was gasping every time Dean moved.

            Dean loved watching Cas’s face as he fucked him.He bent over and began kissing Cas, sucking on his jaw as they moved together.

            Eventually Dean found Cas’s prostate once again as Cas loudly gasped. Dean degan moving faster and harder at that angle. He felt himself coming closer and closer and he could tell the same thing was happening to Cas.

            “Dean- I’m gonna-“

            Cas moaned as Dean hit his prostate again Causing Cas’s body to tense up as he came across their chests. Dean kept moving and he felt Cas’s body tightening around his dick. Pushing in once more, Dean felt himself release as he shot his hear back moaning.

            After a few minutes settling down, Dean pulled out and rolled over next to Cas. He kissed Cas lightly on his lips before pushing back some of the hair on Cas’s forehead.

            “You know I love you Cas,” Dean said out of breath.

            Cas smiled before kissing Dean back passionately.

            “I love you too, I always had.”

            Dean smiled, intertwine Cas’s hand with his before he quickly kissed him once again. Wrapping his arm over Cas’s chest he closed his eyes. He knew tomorrow he was going to have one hell of a hangover, but it would be the best hangover he would ever had. And it was definitely worth it.            

anonymous asked:

Hot take: I STILL love Dar. I don't want to minimize the severity of sexual abuse, but I'm overlooking that in this fictional characterization of Dar because the writers chickened out with that storyline anyway (now saying it was "ambiguous," will probably never follow through with that story, etc.). He makes poor decisions, but I generally agree with his judgment of character and appreciate his sense of humor. Are any of you at least curious to see Dar in the future on Homeland?

Me and you both. Dar was (is?) an incredibly compelling character. He’s sinister, intelligent, mysterious, a little bit weird. Dar doesn’t make poor decisions, I don’t think. He makes all the right decisions for Dar, and those just happen to be poor decisions for everybody else. He brought something crucial to Homeland’s range of characters, even after what the writers put us through in S6′s backstory.  

k9gm3  asked:

Heck, you'd think Asha would've been a dream come true as well. She's a powerful warrior woman and the most sexually liberated woman in the entire series, on top of also being the captain of a ship and a skilled diplomat. But no, instead they just made her angry all the time.

These are all true statements. Asha is a very skilled fighter. She’s probably more sexually liberated than anyone else, including Arianne. She’s a captain who has gained the respect of those she leads through her own merits. I’m not sure if I’d call her a “diplomat” but she know how to talk to people.

I’m really going to piss off some of her stans, and feel free to try and convince me otherwise, but I’ve been thinking about this quite a bit lately, and I think I know why I just don’t find Asha that engaging, even though I “should”.

She doesn’t have any struggles. Like, she has plenty of external struggles. She’s literally fighting against the patriarchy at the Kingsmoot, and the way she lost clearly sucks a lot for her. She lost Deepwood Motte and is now a prisoner, but on the inside… she’s quite confident about her identity, her abilities, her relationships, and her past. 

Like, if Arianne had a Tris Botely in her past, she would be a seething mass of guilt whenever she looked at him. If Cersei had one, she would be full of hatred at his perceived weakness. Asha’s just like, “poor little puppy, I made the right decision.” And I guess that makes her a stronger person, and a better leader, but it’s not that engaging to read about, and it doesn’t make me want to write 10 000 word essay about her.

The one thing I can think of that I find interesting is this question of her “honourary maleness”. She basically has to act like a man to get the respect she does. She has to marry her axe and make constant dick jokes. Yet, she’s also quite confident about her woman-ness, and I don’t think you can make an argument for internalized misogyny. Quite the opposite.

I like Asha. A lot. I love how she stands up for other women. I like how confident she is, but just… she’s never made me cry.

And obviously the show fuck her up. What did you expect?

Pro-Life Argument

For my Philosophy class debate, but thought I would stir the shit on the internet first:

The legalization of abortion is a direct reflection of the selfishness, irresponsibility, and hypocrisy of our society. It is a direct result of what I would call a “seared conscience.”

To pull from another modern hot-button issue, some people like to compare the gay rights movement to the Civil Rights Movement, and claim that the Conservative party is going to be on the wrong side of history. While that might to turn out to be true, I don’t know, I would similarly and more accurately claim that abortion is a repetition of the history of slavery.

Folks claimed owning slaves was their right, but it was never about the rights of slave owners. It was about the rights of slaves. The same is true of abortion. It isn’t about the rights of women, it’s about the rights of children! To say abortion is an issue of women’s rights is not unlike a white slave owner saying slavery was an issue of his. In this country we have more freedom and more rights than 90% of people in history. But your rights cease to be rights when they infringe on the rights of others!

Our founding fathers fought for those rights because theirs were being infringed upon. Why? Taxation without representation. They didn’t have a voice in Parliament. They were literally voiceless. So I believe I am here to be a voice for the voiceless.

What sort of discovery would you say might have the potential to be the greatest scientific discovery in history? I think it would be finding life on another planet. Do you realize how monumental that would be? Do you realize what that takes? One cell. One cell is what it would take to have found life on another planet. One cell would be the most precious life, and greatest scientific discovery man has ever found. But do you know what we call one, or a few cells in the womb? A choice. We call it a choice. Hypocrisy.

Did you know it is a federal offense to harm a sea turtle egg? An animal, it is against international laws to harm an unborn animal. You’re not even allowed on the beaches during nesting season. But it is completely legal to end the life of an unborn human. This is what I call a “seared conscience.” It means we KNOW what is right, but we choose to ignore it, and conform morality to fit our selfish western standards of convenience. Let me explain further.

If I got in my car and headed down the road after this class, and I decided it was imperative that I text my friends about our weekend plans right then, and as I was doing this I drifted and hit another car, killing a pregnant woman, in almost every state I would be charged with a double vehicular homicide. This means that if a woman gets in her car, and on her way to the abortion clinic is struck and killed by a drunk driver, that driver is charged with the murder of two people. But if she MAKES it to the abortion clinic, she can legally pay someone to systematically end the life of her unborn child and drive home.

This is the epitome of hypocrisy. This is a seared conscience. We clearly know that cells are life, unborn children are living, growing, reproducing cells, have unique DNA, and are precious, sacred 46 chromosomed human lives. But we ignore it when it is most convenient for US under the guise of “our rights.” Is it not the job of a parent to guard the lives of their children with their own? I have never met a mother worth her salt who would not hesitate to fall on a grenade for her children. When you have a child you forsake your rights. Your purpose in life becomes care giving, no longer taking. This is what nature teaches us, it isn’t a hard concept to grasp.

Abortion is not the answer to our irresponsibility. In this world there are results and consequences to our actions and decisions. Instead of making the weak suffer for our mistakes, we should grow up, and think critically and logically, and make responsible decisions. Slave owners claimed abolition was a financial issue, but was it okay to continue to ignore the obvious moral issues simply because we as a culture had dug ourselves into a hole by our own poor decisions? We do not have the right to make the voiceless suffer for our convenience and lack of foresight, cultural or personal.

In conclusion, it is time to wake up to moral realities that abortion is not a reasonable answer. One look around other facets of our society and moral radar prove that we do know all life is sacred, and the legalization of abortion is not only hypocritical and simply wrong, but proves that we have perfected the art of searing our conscience to obvious moral truths for the sake of our convenience. My generation will be the generation that fixes the greatest injustice in recent history that has resulted in enough deaths to eliminate New York City nearly 4 times over. The scientific and moral evidence has become too great to ignore much longer, greatly thanks to technology and science.

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Tomorrow came and you had your best dress on. It was a brand new dress that you had purchased at The Grove after your run in with Luke. You were going to show Ashton what he was missing. You curled your hair and did your makeup — contour and everything. You called a taxi to be dropped off at the House of Blues. You texted Luke that you were on your way.

When you arrived, Luke was already waiting at the back door for you. He peaked his head out the door and gestured for you to come in quickly. Luke was ready for the stage with his usual black ripped jeans and ear pieces in place. You followed him and he speed walked through the halls. He opened a dressing room door and told you to wait inside.

“I’ll go get Ashton,” he told you. Just as he turned on his heel to leave, you grabbed his wrist, holding him back.

“Wait,” you said nervously. “I’m not sure about this.” You were having second thoughts about seeing Ashton. It took you three months to finally get over him and you weren’t sure this was such a great idea.

“What aren’t you sure about? Ashton wants to see you.”

You sighed, “I know but I’m still hurting, Luke. I’m not sure if I want to risk getting hurt before I’ve even fully recovered.”

“I know I pretty much forced you to come here but if you really don’t want to see Ashton, then I understand. But let me ask you something. Do you still love him?”

“Well yeah,” you answered truthfully.

“Then I say you give it another shot. People make mistakes. We all make poor decisions sometimes and it takes the right person to help us fix them. But, hey, it’s your call.”

You rolled your eyes at Luke’s sudden wisdom and maturity. Since when? you thought to yourself. “Now you choose to be sensible,” you teased. “Okay, go get Ashton.”

You waited anxiously in the dressing room. You couldn’t even get yourself to sit down on the couch. You paced the room back and forth, fiddling with your hands. What were you going to tell Ashton? You hadn’t even thought of anything to say! What was this meeting for, again? Was it to get back together or to have closure and say the things that were left unsaid? You tugged on your clothes and repeatedly fixed your hair.

You had your back turned to the door when Ashton came in. “Y/N?”

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i took and edited a bunch of pictures today, lots breastfeeding for figure drawing references and i brought into existence the perfect reaction image to “omg i want twins! Im going to try to conceive twins on purpose! Matching outfits LOL! It wont be THAT hard right! VALIDATE MY POOR DECISION MAKING SKILLS”

Fairly certain some bullshit blog will find this and comment on how unflattering this angle is or something, but what the fuck ever dude, I don’t exist to be pretty, I exist to experience and absorb whatever I can in the short time im given and you can go fuck off if you think your opinion means shit.

anonymous asked:

I've asked some other witches but no one seems to know how to help me. My sister and I haven't been on speaking terms for the past few months and even though she is making very poor decisions right now, I still want to do something like a protection spell, anything that I can do. I just want to do something small so that I can sleep at night. I worry about her all the time and I'm at my wits end, here. Can you help me?

Get a photo of you two together, and place it in a circle of salt dried pink flower petals. Though separated by distance, your love protects her. The spell is done