religious-holidays

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The angara are the only known sentient species local to the Heleus cluster. Oral histories describe how ancient angara were tribal and nomadic before settling in cities. Many of them still live in large, tight-knit families and workplaces have a guild-like organizational structure. Spirituality has a role in angaran daily life, with their calendar making space for the religious holidays of many different faiths.

edit #2 15/12/2015: the context for this post is that in 2014, while my atheist ass was chilling with my Catholic family, i started thinking about how Christmas, despite being marketed as a non-religious holiday and celebrated in the western world by people of all religions these days, still contains elements that are clearly Christian - the word “Christ” literally being in the name, nativity scenes in Santa parades, songs about the birth of Christ - and wondering if that created any dissonance for non-Christians. i made a flippant post about it which got zero notes.

fast-forward to december 2015, i’ve grudgingly slid into agnosticism over the past year, i find this post in my xmas tag and reblog it, intending to start a conversation with any mutuals online. a few Christian-raised mutuals get the joke and reblog it without commentary. it starts to gather notes and a few people are angry at what they think is a lack of sensitivity towards the fact that Christmas is shoved down everyone’s throats, so i make the first edit (at the end of the post), not realising the original is circulating fast. three days later it has 20k notes and i’m drowning.

this post wasn’t an angry one, it wasn’t mocking or attacking non-Christians. i’m fully aware of Christianity’s frequently violent and hateful history, and the pagan roots of the holiday. i was raised entirely aware of the large gap in what the Catholic Church preaches and what the Catholic Church does, and i have, actually, questioned its teachings for most of my life, identifying as an atheist since i was eight. i haven’t been brainwashed or lied to and i don’t think everyone should have to listen to my “made-up book” (thanks, militant atheist tumblr). i know Santa isn’t in the Bible, thanks for that shocking revelation.

to everyone who took the post in the spirit in which it was intended: thank you for your stories about how you celebrate Christmas, they’re really sweet. i am genuinely happy that Christmas is a holiday celebrated by a wide variety of people for a wide variety of reasons. i’m going to publish the stories i already have, but i can’t guarantee i’ll publish anymore (though this post seems to be slowing down, thank God).

this is the last thing i ever want to say about this, so if i get any more hate about it i’ll just link to this post. merry Christmas everyone, and a happy New Year.


what’s christmas even like in non-christian families? in completely non-religious families? like what do you tell your children? “well, kids, we’re eating a whole lot of food and spending a fuckton of money spoiling you because some other people somewhere believe their holy lord and saviour and the greatest person to walk the earth was born 2000 years ago. here’s a playstation.”


edit: all sarcasm in this post was directed at the commercialisation of this day, which i am fully aware is due to the actions of the race who forced this religion on nearly the whole world in this first place. it wasn’t directed at non-christians and i would genuinely like to know how non-christians who celebrate christmas explain the holiday to their children, if anyone would like to share.

Ok so I’ve been seeing a ton of those ‘we need more representation at hogwarts’ posts and I was like hell why not more Jewish representation at Hogwarts (and like everywhere else but that’s another story). No like imagine though
  • parents calling/or I guess writing the school to make sure that their kids get a kosher meal option and that there’s a good Jewish presence
  • having Friday night and Saturday morning and Holiday services in the room of requirement
  • bar and bat mitzvahs would be fuckin epic like imagine having your bar or bat mitzvah in the Great Hall like hot damn people would talk about that for centuries like what was your bar/bat mitzvah theme? oh just REAL LIFE WIZARDING MAGIC
  • on a more depressing note learning about how Voldemort tried to wipe out anyone who wasn’t pureblood brings up too many Holocaust parallels and is actually extremely upsetting to many students/ many of the Jewish kids teach their non-muggleborn friends about the Holocaust when they ask why they’re getting so distraught
  • but on a lighter note Hannukah at Hogwarts would be fuckin awesome. like Slytherin students charming their dreidels so they can win every time, Hufflepuffs making everyone homemade gifts and shit, EVERYONE fucking making latkes bc those rule, also the kitchen elves being like wtf is a latke and the students being like prepare to have your mind fuckin blown
  • giving the Jewish students the day off on Yom Kippur bc like how the frick are you supposed to function come on (that should apply to every school not just magical ones let’s be honest here)
  • accidentally saying spells in Hebrew because if you grew up learning Hebrew and English it’s gonna slip out when speaking another foreign language (happens to me all the time in Spanish)
  • getting howlers from concerned mothers who just want you to call back or write back because they love you and they want to make sure you’re warm and well fed (but they remind you that the cooking will never be as good as their own, and your mom is probably right, you miss her brisket and kugel) and if you’re dating anyone make sure it’s a nice jewish boy/girl!
  • religious kids arguing over what kind of magic is okay to use on Shabbat and holidays
  • religious kids getting kippot that match their respective houses
  • religious kids davening in their common rooms each morning
  • having a succah in the courtyard on Succot, but it does the bigger on the inside thing like the tents at the Quidditch world cup, so on the outside it looks pretty small and humble but you get inside and it’s like decked the fuck out and there’s candy from honeydukes everywhere and it’s just amazing
  • dressing up on Halloween and Purim and giving shalach manot to their friends and professors
  • WHY CANT YOU EAT BREAD FOR THE WHOLE WEEK? This question comes up whether you’re in the wizarding world or not let’s face it.
  • HOGWARTS SEDERS. The great hall decorated for the Seder. those long ass Hogwarts tables decorated with like ten Seder plates because they are so long. Students staying up way past their bedtime because it’s the Seder and that’s just what you do. all the kids who were at the Seder just wiped out in classes the next day.
  • Jewish wizards charming matzah into actually tasting decent (what a thought)
  • Jewish wizards inviting their non Jewish friends to Seders and Friday night dinners
  • Introducing friends to the magical bread that is Challah and kids being like 'damn son I do magic all day every day but this is true magic’
  • Jewish wizard couples just because
  • Celebrating Israeli Independence Day at Hogwarts (that would be a dream come true holy moly) like cooking falafel and stuff with the kitchen elves that would be amazing
  • basically just send me to Hogwarts already
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Maslenitsa (Russian: Мaсленица, Ukrainian: Масниця, Belarusian: Масьленіца; also known as Butter Week or Crepe week) is an Eastern Slavic religious and folk holiday, celebrated during the last week before Great Lent, that is, the eighth week before Eastern Orthodox Pascha (Easter).

According to archeological evidence from 2nd century A.D. Maslenitsa may be the oldest surviving Slavic holiday. Maslenitsa has its origins in the pagan tradition. In Slavic mythology, Maslenitsa is a sun-festival, personified by the ancient god Volos,and a celebration of the imminent end of the winter. In the Christian tradition, Maslenitsa is the last week before the onset of Great Lent.
The most characteristic food of Maslenitsa is bliny - thin pancakes or crepes.

In some regions, each day of Maslenitsa had its traditional activity. Monday may be the welcoming of “Lady Maslenitsa”. The community builds the Maslenitsa effigy out of straw (из соломы), decorated with pieces of rags, and fixed to a pole formerly known as Kostroma. It is paraded around and the first pancakes may be made and offered to the poor. On Tuesday, young men might search for a fiancée to marry after lent. On Wednesday sons-in-law may visit their mother-in-law who has prepared pancakes and invited other guests for a party. Thursday may be devoted to outdoor activities. People may take off work and spend the day sledding, ice skating, snowball fights and with sleigh rides. On Friday sons-in-law may invite their mothers-in-law for dinner. Saturday may be a gathering of a young wife with her sisters-in-law to work on a good relationship.

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Maslenitsa 2017:  February 20 -  February 26

Easter HC’s

Happy Easter my loves!

(If you don’t celebrate Easter then… Happy Sunday!)

((And if you prefer the religious aspect of the holiday then…. um… Amen? IDK IM NOT RELIGIOUS IM SORRY))

I felt that, since we currently aren’t accepting requests, I would write a little HC with some Easter themes for you guys!

Okay enough talking, here you go my dudes <3 ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

               -He wanted to do something a little different for Easter

               -Instead of the standard basket full of goodies, he wanted to have some fun! Play around! Go outside for once!

               -“It’s so nice outside… it’d be a shame if we didn’t enjoy it…. if we just sat in here…. doing nothing….” “Yoosung are you okay? Are you sick?”

               -He grabbed two spoons, a bucket with some unfilled water balloons, and your hand, dragging them all outside

               -You helped him fill up a bunch of water balloons, laughing when you realized they had little patterns on them like Easter eggs or little bunny faces

               -He announced the two of you were going to have a spoon and egg race, but with water balloons!  

               -But he gets really competitive? But it’s always really playful, never hurtful!

               -He’s knocked the spoon so the water balloon drops, or he bumps into you on “accident”

               -After his 7th win, he’s laughing at you and gloating that “Shooting Star” is the best Water balloon racer there ever was. He stopped laughing when you hit him in the face with a water balloon

               -The rest of the race turned into a water balloon fight. The both of you ended up completely soaked, running, and giggling like children. Once you were out of water balloons though, you two used the spoons as if they were swords and continued to run around like complete dorks

*ZEN:

               -“BABE WAKE UP I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU” “Zen it’s 6 in the morning this better be important or I’m killing you”

               -He has you get dressed, hands you a piece of paper, and shoves you out of the house?? This early in the morning?? He won’t unlock the door?? YOU’RE GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM

               -The piece of paper had a location on it and a memory he had written down on it- it was the coffee shop the two of you and Jaehee frequent. When you got there, the manager handed you a basket with a single plastic egg in it, and another piece of paper with- surprise- another location and memory associated with it

               -After a while, the scavenger hunt got harder and harder. He’d write down a memory and you’d have to start to figure out where to go next

               -At each place, you found a single plastic egg. Curiosity got the better of you and you opened a few of them

               -Inside were different puzzle pieces? He put together a scavenger hunt for puzzle pieces? What kind of moNSTER

               -The last clue sent you home where he sat at the living room table, waiting for you

               -He helped you put the puzzle pieces together, the pieces revealed the picture you were putting together was your favourite photo of the two of you, with “I love you” scribbled in his handwriting in the corner

               -You absolutely loved it and couldn’t stop smiling at how dramatic and over the top he was with it, but it was still super cute! But there was a puzzle piece missing? You turned to ask him about it and you found him holding up a plastic egg covered in glitter. You opened it to find not only the last piece, which was a picture of a heart, but also a ring.

               -He turned a nice shade of pink but had the brightest smile when he saw your eyes light up. The whole day was amazing, fun, and just absolutely beautiful. You loved all of it, and especially him, there was no way you could say no

*JAEHEE:

               -She woke up that Sunday to find your shared living room covered in hand-made paper decorations, coloured construction paper scattered across the floor, a basket full of goodies she couldn’t quite make out, and you standing in the center of the chaos with a large smile on your face

               -“MC, do you care to explain what all of….this… is?” She asked, side-eyeing the large paper rabbit you’ve hung against the bookshelf

               -“It’s all part of a game! It’s the Bunny Hop game! We pick these coloured cards, and move to that colour, sort of like Candyland!”

               -You gestured over to the basket sitting at the end of the “board”, and gave her the brightest grin you could

               -“Winner gets the basket of goodies!!! Okay okay, come over here!! Hurry, hurry!”

               -She laughed at your enthusiasm and joined you at the start, taking turns moving across the “board” from colour to colour

               -THIS GAME WAS A LOT LARGER THAN SHE ORGINALLY THOUGHT? IT WRAPPED AROUND THE KITCHEN, THE STUDY, EVEN OUTSIDE???? MC HOW EARLY DID YOU WAKE UP TO SET THIS ALL UP?

               -At the end of it all, she finally realized that you had rigged it so she would win. The basket was full of some of her favourite coffee beans, a bunch of caramel chocolates, some rare Zen merchandise, and a gift card for her favourite book store

               -She had no words?? You literally set this game up just for her to win? This is the sweetest thing anyone’s done for her in a long time

               -The two of you shared her chocolates throughout the rest of the day as she’s cuddled against you. As a thank you for the day, she cooks one of your favourite meals for dinner. she also makes you play the bunny hop game a few more times because?? Its cute and fun and she just wants to enjoy it let her have this

*JUMIN:

               -On Easter, you wake up to a basket full of goodies, correct?

               -When you live with Jumin, you wake up to like 5 different baskets

               -There’s even a basket for Elizabeth omg what a cutie

               -EACH BASKET HAS THEMES!!!

               -A few are full of items pertaining to your favourite interests/hobbies, another is dedicated to candies and chocolate, and the largest was by far the one he was most excited about

               -It held a beautiful outfit, dazzling accessories, and even some shoes??

               -He was grinning from ear to ear when you turned to ask him about it and he held out some tickets towards you

               -A play?? This dude’s seriously taking you to a play?? What a NERD but you couldn’t help but get just as excited who’s the nerd now, mc????

               -IT WAS ACTUALLY THE CUTEST LITTLE PLAY ABOUT AN EASTER BUNNY BRINGING GIFTS AND JOY TO CHILDREN AND YOU CAN’T BELIEVE THIS DORK TOOK YOU TO THIS (it wasnt even a play pertaining to the religious aspect of the holiday?? it was a grown man in a bunny suit?? and he loved every minute of it??)

               -When the two of you got home, you gave him his own Easter basket, full of cat-themed accessories, bottles of his favourite wines, and a hand-made coupon book full of tasks and actions he can cash in on (which he laughed at because?? you both knew you’d do any of these if he just asked)

*SAEYOUNG:

               -It was too early in the morning and Saeran was pissed at the both of you

               -He had to hide dozens and dozens of plastic eggs around the house for the both of you to find

               -But Saeyoung was COMPETETIVE AS FUCK

               -He loves you, MC, but he’s gonna find the most eggs. He’s gonna get the most candy. He will reign supreme

               -BUT SAERAN HID THEM REALLY WELL??? THERE WERE A LOT THAT YOU COULDN’T GET TO AND CURSED THE WORLD WHEN SAEYOUNG RAN UP BEHIND YOU AND GOT THEM

               -There was one up like in the door of the attic? You found Saeyoung dangling from the opening

               -“Uuuuh MC, since you’re soo nice and sooo amazing…” “I’m not bringing you the ladder” “MC PLEASE”

               -He actually threw a pity party in the corner of the living room when he lost the Easter egg hunt? “YOU’RE BEING A CHILD, MAN UP, CHOI” “LEAVE ME ALONE MC”

               -At the end of the day though, the two of you sat watching cliché Easter movies and eating the pounds of chocolate the two of you collected

               -It’s not surprising that the two of you ended up in a sugar induced coma, spread out of the couch. Saeran looked at the two of you in disgust as he stole a handful of his brothers candy, so you’d have more than him when the two of you woke up

*V:

               -Why is there a large canvas sitting in your living room whERE IS THE FURNITURE

               -V was standing there in an old t-shirt and shorts, smiling at you proudly, which makes you question just what he has planned

               -The entire room is covered in layers of old sheets, painters paper, and cartons upon cartons of eggs scattered about the floor

               -“MC! Look! We can make art with paint instead of photos this time!” “But V, you have your camera set up right here, it’s set for rapid fire” “No it’s not, ignore that” “IT’S RIGHT HERE” “No it’s not”

               -Once you’ve changed into the appropriate painting attire, you look around for some brushes, and more importantly, some paint

               -You watched as he picked up an egg, smiled at you, and threw it at the canvas. The egg shattered, leaving a large paint splatter across it. That’s when it clicked that the eggs are hollowed out and full of different coloured paint

               -The two of you take turns just throwing different colours, laughing, and shoving each other playfully

               -After a while, throwing the eggs at the canvas turned into throwing them at each other. He even smashed a few full of light blue paint over your head

               -“Look, MC, now you’ve got hair like mine”

               -The fight didn’t end until the both of you were covered head to toe in paint, and he had enough pictures of the two of you playing to make a full scrapbook of its own. You even laid on the ground and made a paint angel, and he drew a little halo above you and everything

*SAERAN:

               -He watched in confusion as you filled a ton of different bowls full of vinegar and food dye

               -You had almost every colour you could think of and he wasn’t sure what you were even going to do with it?

               - After an explanation that, you take hard boiled eggs and set them in the liquid so you can colour and decorate them, he was just left with more questions

               -“Why would you do that? Couldn’t you just eat it? What’s the point?” “Stop asking questions and just dye some eggs”

               -He watched you use a clear crayon to draw some designs on the eggs, dip them in multiple colours, and tried to do the same

               - his first few eggs were literally just black

               -He actually enjoyed drawing little bunny faces on some of them. There were even little egg versions of the two of you!

               -A while later, he realized that the dye sort of…dyes your skin, so he wanted to mess with you

               -He got a paint brush and started to paint little pictures on your arm while you tried to finish dyeing the eggs

               -But it was really relaxing and you couldn’t help but let him do it. By the end of the night, the two of you were not only naked, but you guys were covered in adorable little paintings! He loved them a lot and didn’t want to wash them off in all honesty. Though the two of you reeked of vinegar and Saeyoung had to exaggerate and wear a clothespin on his nose the whole next day

Holidays and Cultural Celebrations

Religious Holidays: the original holidays. These are consecrated days or part of a religious festival. These may or may not be celebrated by people not of the origin religion, though when they are it is often in a much different form. Some things a religious holiday may celebrate:
>In honor of the birth or death of prophets
>In honor of the birth or death of divine entities or demi-gods
>In memory or honor of miracles performed
>Days declared holy by the holy scripture; days with special requirements as declared by the holy scripture

National Holidays: holidays legally recognized by the government; often non-working days for government employees, national holidays may also be a day in which non-government businesses also close. Some things a national holiday may celebrate:
>Anniversary of the founding of the kingdom/country/state/town/etc
>Anniversary of important battles, whether local or national
>Anniversary of the birth or death of leaders, previous leaders, or other important figures
>Days to honor living veterans, deceased veterans, and those currently serving the country
>Depending on the government of the land, some religious holidays may recognized as national holidays as well.

Cultural Celebrations: due to the lack of religious or national recognition, these are generally only considered celebrations rather than holidays.
>These may have started out as a religious or national holiday that lost its original intent and transformed into something completely unrelated from its source.
>These may have started out as a random idea by someone who thought it would be fun, and who convinced others to join.
>These may be celebrated in a small area, or among certain individuals in a wider area.
>>A couple of examples: an annual neighborhood barbecue could count as a holiday in that neighborhood; pi day could count as a holiday to math and pie fanatics across the world, while not being a holiday to anyone else.

So I had added two PTO days on the calendar months in advance for a religious holiday. The week before my manager comes up to me and tells me I have to come in to work because we were short on staff .. I said “No. I had this on the calendar for 4 months… you should have accommodated.” He wanted ME to come in on a Saturday ON MY HOLIDAY so he didn’t have to. He put me on the schedule ANYWAY after I said no. So then I proceeded to email my regional manager who LOVES me. I told her the situation and at that exact moment she called him and yelled at him for making me come in on a religious holiday and that he’s the manager, he should be coming in. I didn’t go to work that weekend but neither did HE after the RM specifically told him to.
We were short on staff because he refuses to do his job. Always took smoke breaks, came late, left early.. made ZERO SALES.
Oh and a few months later he got fired for showing up super late to the RM’s meeting. Hahahaha

This gorgeous page depicting titled The Holy Trinity Enthroned comes from the Spinola Hours. The luxury book contains personal prayers corresponding to religious holidays, hours of the Virgin, and even a special series of weekday masses. 


Detail of The Holy Trinity Enthroned, about 1510 –20, Master of James IV of Scotland. Tempera colors, gold, and ink on parchment, 9 1/8 x 6 9/16 in. The J. Paul Getty Museum, 83.ML.114.10v

To my white mother:

When I was 10 months old, you brought a Punjabi Indian and Cantonese Chinese girl to America. You raised her as one of Jehovah’s Witnesses.

When I was 5, you took me to a party hosted by Chinese people. When you found out it was a holiday, you told me we had to leave because it was a celebration of a false religious holiday. When I cried, you yelled about pleasing Jehovah and not worshipping the devil. We never went to any cultural events again and you acted like my cultures didn’t exist.

When I was 13, you made me throw away the bindis my friend gave me and told me Jehovah was proud of me for throwing away a symbol of false religion and standing up for him.

When I was 14, the elders in your congregation told me I couldn’t wear sarees and Punjabi suits. You packed them away instead of standing up for me. Even though the elders later revoked their decision after the circuit overseer* told them to, I still remember how you went along with them. You scrubbed the mehndi off my arm for an hour because a congregation elder told you I couldn’t participate in preaching activities because it looked like a tattoo.

When I was 15, you let me wear sarees to an assembly*, where dozens of white people stopped and took pictures with me as if I was a zoo exhibit. You told me to smile and be polite.

When I was 17, we moved to a more racially diverse area where the people didn’t care about my clothing and mehndi and you let me wear them again.

Last week, you decided to start learning Hindi with me, forgetting the legacy you left me.

Last week, you decided you could use me as a path to convert people. You decided my heritage is convenient for you.

Yesterday you told me I could only spend time with the Desi kids at my college if I tried to preach to them.

Today I am declaring that I will be Desi with or without your permission. I am immune to your paintbrush, white as snow, caustic as bleach.

Today I am declaring that you don’t get access to my people’s dances, mehndi, clothing, food, bindis, holidays, languages and jewelry when you tore them from me to conform to the standards of white, male Jehovah’s Witnesses. I might not even want to share any of it.

You can rub the mehndi off, toss away the bindis, break the bangles, tear off my salwar kameez, hold my shoulders down, but the strength of my people will always flow in my blood like the Five Rivers.

*a circuit overseer is a man who travels to congregations of Jehovah’s Witnesses and gives them council. An assembly is a big meeting of Jehovah’s Witnesses, this one was 3 days and in the summer.

As They Get Older Voltron Headcannons

Lance having a calendar of all the national and religious holidays named or set after them and sending greetings to his “people”. Everyone else thinks it’s stupid until their Alliance booms due to Lance’s charismatic and respectful attention to other species’ culture and religion.

Pidge and Hulk and Lance having a board that they tally anytime they catch Shiro saying “I’m too old for this shit” or some equivalent. The only time Keith contributes to the tally is when Keith and Shiro were exercising and Shiro’s entire back cracked with a stretch, forcing the black paladin to lay immobile until Keith got Coran. It is still considered the greatest tally on the board.

Coran ages beautifully. His first birthday they throw includes him insisting that they add the 10,000 years they were asleep into the tally. Technically he’s 10,098 years old and he never fails to mention that when they’re on a new planet. It’s done a lot to confuse historians that specialize in Altean history.

Apparently traditional Altean birthdays include being surprise attacked from all your friends and family. Luckily Keith is the first to have a birthday and very adeptly destroys Coran in hand to hand combat, but he then refuses to let Coran up from the death blow until Allura describes the tradition in great detail and proves that Coran isn’t a spy.

Hulk takes one of the larger unused rooms and turns it into a giant garden. Pidge at first avoids the room like the plague, complaining about the dirt smell, but as she grows older and her bond with Green grows she begins to discover the science and precision behind horticulture and becomes obsessed with gardening.

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happy easter
fuckstudy’s 30/100 days of productivity

Whether you celebrate easter as a religious holiday or use it to catch up on your backlog of assignments (as I am), I hope you enjoy your easter weekend. May it be filled with copious amounts of chocolate! 

corsaircourser  asked:

You're going to get a billion of these, I bet, but James Flint! You write him with such a careful hand but every shade of his character is just perfect, so I'm curious what you keep in mind when getting him down on paper!

OH BOY thank you so much! i don’t even know if i’m doing this meme right. i knew this was coming and @reluming also asked for this and now i feel unbelievable pressure hahaha. i hope i’m doing my boy right :|

James Flint:

– He had a very mild religious upbringing. They celebrated holidays just to appease the neighbors, rarely went to church, and he had only read parts of the Bible, mostly in later life. Flint is self-aware enough that, given his history and his personality, this is probably for the best. The last thing he needs is Eternal Judgement.

– As a boy, he’d been helping his grandfather load his fishing boat when a Navy vessel had stopped at the Padstow docks for an emergency resupply. An officer had approached Flint, all of 13, to ask for directions, and had walked away, likely thinking Flint a simpleton with the way he’d answered (or more specifically, hadn’t). He couldn’t help it. The man had large, bright brown eyes and a straight, important nose, and stubble coating a sharp jaw and prominent Adam’s apple. His perfect Navy hat had sat atop long blond hair, tied neatly back even after days at sea. His broad shoulders had only been emphasized by his starched blue uniform, the brass buttons shining all the way down his chest, and he’d walked down the dock with a proud sailor swagger that kept Flint watching even as he disappeared into the town. Flint’s newfound teenage lust had mixed with his understandable ignorance, and so, as he’d continued to think of the officer days later, he had found himself overcome with the fierce desire to join His Majesty’s Royal Navy.

– The first time he’d killed a man, he’d only lit a fuse on a cannon, sending one ball after another rocking into an enemy ship. All he’d felt at the time was fear for his own life. The first kill that he’d ever felt guilty over was Gates. The first kill he’d ever felt real pleasure over was Thomas’s father. Every other death and injury had been just another means to an end, that rarely, if ever, gave him pause.

– A part of him is always waiting to die. It’s a part of him that wants to. But an equally greater part of himself wants to outlive the whole damn world, to be the last one left alive in this fucking ungrateful place. He wants to live a long and miserable life just because civilization itself doesn’t deem him worthy of it. Society sees him as a creature, undeserving to breath air, to taste food, to walk upright on his own two feet. To them, he will and should be put down by his own evilness, by his own deeds, and he wants nothing more to prove to them that one can live because of these deeds. One can thrive. He knows one of these impulses will win out in the end, but he honestly has no idea which one.

– The first time he’d seen Silver – properly saw him, stood before him in daylight – the thought had flittered through his mind that his mouth would look great around his cock. The thought had flashed through his mind like lightning, so quickly he wasn’t even sure it had happened, and mostly he was about to forget about it. As long as he could drown out the roll of thunder he heard in his heart and his stomach and lower still, whenever he looked at Silver’s lips.

– He sometimes idly thinks how much better his life would be if he could love women the way he loved men. Not because he felt shame any longer in who he was, but because every woman he knew was so much better than every man. Better than himself. Granted, he knew more men than women, but on average, men were violent, hateful, stupid people, responsible for all the suffering he had ever endured. Miranda, Eleanor, Madi – all had carried themselves with unwavering strength and intelligence, had elevated themselves in some fashion by will alone, and had maintained as much rationality as possible. He envied them, and he had loved them easily. While the love he felt for Thomas, for Silver, was hard, in every sense of the word, and Flint is a hard man, for all of his immeasurable softness.

anonymous asked:

a lot of wlwoc r saying that we shouldn't support Hayley bc of her blatant antiblackness/racism and idk, is she an exception to the "you can like problematic artists" thing?

I want to preface this by outrightly stating that I’m not anyone’s moral compass; nor am I a call out blog à la the “YFIP” sj blogging style. 

That said, Hayley’s racial transgressions extend beyond tending to hire white or fair-skinned, cis, and skinny actresses for her videos. She’s certainly been diversifying her videos lately - “One Bad Night” featured a black boy and a white trans girl and “Sleepover” featured a black woman as her love interest. But that was just one thing out of others that Hayley has done. Most notably, people are rightfully upset about her blatant instances of cultural appropriation. She dressed up in a sugar skull costume, which is an appropriation of the Dia de los Muertos, a religious holiday celebrated primarily in Mexico (and in other parts of the world as well, of course). Hayley is not Latina; thus it is tokenizing and dehumanizing of her to reduce a culture’s significant tradition to a Halloween costume. Hayley has also worn dreads before on a couple occasions (if you google “Hayley kiyoko dreads” you’ll find the images I’m referring to). Again, Hayley is not black, and since black people themselves constantly contend with people making inappropriate comments about their hair or touching their hair, it’s not Hayley’s place to take that hairstyle for herself. 

Understandably, a lot of lbpq women look up to her, and I’ve spoken before about how it’s great to see a biracial East Asian woman make so much music for sapphic women. And her music is very realistic and very relatable for so many wlw. At the same time, though, all the wlwoc that have genuine dislike, apathy toward, or hatred for her are justified. She’s done racist things and she hasn’t acknowledged that or apologized for them. I definitely think that she listens to people on twitter, given that she answers questions and probably heeded the advice to diversify the actresses she works with in her videos, so clearly she’s not ignorant of all the people who have taken the time to point out why what she’s done is wrong. But if she’s deliberately ignoring them, which seems to be the case, then that’s a problem, and that also means she’ll continue with this pattern. 

So what I’m saying is that wlwoc’s feelings on her are complicated. Many are happy to see a woman of color make so much sapphic music; and others are justifiably tired of her or bored by her or dislike her for her casual acts of racism. And it is not my place to tell you how you should feel. More importantly, regardless of how you feel about her, 1.) you shouldn’t tell black and Latina wlw that they’re mean or wrong for disliking her for her antiblackness/cultural appropriation, and 2.) you shouldn’t be glorifying any celebrity, as celebrities are wont to fucking up constantly and putting them on a pedestal, even if they’re sapphic or LGBT, is harmful. 

everything you need to know about polish history can be summed up by this little fact:

there is a national/religious song, in which there are two versions of the last verse depending on Poland’s political situation

so we either ask God to bless our fatherland or we ask him to return it to us

anonymous asked:

do you guys have any age difference fics?

I defaulted to evanstan since you didn’t mention any other ships. Hope that’s okay!

ALSO SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG! There was a glitch, we think, and we did not get notified of this ask!!!! Won’t happen again!

pure as the driven snow by dollylux
Chris is hired to photograph the Stan family–notorious for being hyperconservative, religious fanatics–for a holiday spread in Vanity Fair magazine.   

Sugar Daddy by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot

Sebastian is a broke and abandoned college kid trying to scrape up enough money to pay for rent and tuition. When he meets Chris, an accomplished architect who takes him under his wing, he doesn’t understand what his friends keep calling him until he looks it up for himself.Sugar daddy (n) is a slang term for a man who offers to support a typically younger woman or man after establishing a relationship that is usually sexual. [sugar daddy, age difference]

#ComingOut by alycat
When Sebastian Stan comes out on Twitter, thanking Marvel and Chris Evans for making him realize he is gay, he has no idea what will follow. Between his tweet going viral, interviews, actually meeting Chris Evans and college, Sebastian finds his life turned upside down. It isn’t always a bad thing.

I Was Broken Before I Met You by  SuperAnarchy
Chris is the leader of a world famous rock band, Sebastian is this young singer-songwriter-composer propelled into the spotlight at a very young age. They couldn’t be more different, but Chris should know by now that appearances can be misleading.

Like Rabbits by ballvvasher
Grad-student Sebastian Stan has a dirty little secret. Congressional candidate Chris Evans has a dirty little obsession.