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So here are a few of my Castle Headcanons that I thought I’d share:

  • Even though Beckett likes to be on top she secretly likes to be dominated by Castle
  • Now that Castle is no longer a P.I they use his office for a different reason, especially on the nights when the loft is crowded
  • In the early days of their relationship Castle, much to his delight found out Beckett like to indulge in public foreplay every now and then
  • During her suspension they spent a couple of weekends at her father’s cabin
  • What does Kate Beckett hate worse than grocery shopping?  Grocery shopping with Castle
  • Castle likes to buy Beckett gifts, nothing extravagant just small little gifts to show her how much he loves her
  • After Castle disappeared Beckett started inviting Alexis out to have lunch with her as a way to provide a distraction as well as to just be there for her like no one had been there for her after her mother’s death.  This is a tradition they still try to do now even though Castle is back.
  • Castle and Beckett try to get their families together for a family dinner once a month
  • It was Beckett who suggest to Martha and Alexis they go to a grief counseling meeting during Castle’s disappearance, she even went with them a couple of times
  • Beckett was never much of a gamer until her and Castle got together
  • They still have movie nights, sometimes it turns into a family movie night with Alexis joining them

My first reaction was “Did this fool just use her Oscar win to tell gays and black people they now owe white women assistance?“

That line of thinking is what I like to call gristle logic; a declaration so smug and historically inaccurate that no matter how much I chew on it, I just can’t swallow it.

And before you say “But Blue she said women not just white women” let me be blunt: If you say black people need to stand up for you – that means you are asking every person in the room who is both black and a woman to choose her gender over her race in order to suit your agenda. It’s a very subtle form of feminist segregation that I’ve heard about for a few years now. And it’s complete b.s.

Who does she think nursed and looked after all of those white children during the slave era? Did she somehow miss the last 400 years of race relations? Does she not notice who the nannies are when she takes her kids to the park? Society has made it all too clear that not all women are created equal. So to ask the women who are below you on the food chain, to once again lift you up – is fifty shades of “You got some nerve.”

This is nothing new.

Black feminists all over the world have written horror stories about how when dealing with white feminists they are expected to compartmentalize their blackness and put it away – while fighting on behalf of their womanhood. That ridiculous (and ironically misogynistic) expectation from their white feminists counter parts amounts to what feels like friendly fire; you’re basically being discriminated on by the very person standing next to you in the fight for equality.

Despite the fact that my beliefs could arguably make me one – I refuse to call myself a feminist.

I say this because I am not tactful enough to navigate the social landmine that is modern day feminism. I am the kind of woman who wants to be able to protest Ferguson, write thoughtful op-eds and twerk to Beyonce’s 7-11 video without anyone feeling that a title (like feminist) gives them the right to critique my free will and overall right to give no damns.

As a result of my resistance to formally joining this group, I have personally never experienced the racial tensions that exist within it.

But last night, I suddenly understood the plight of the black feminist in relation to her white sisters. Here is a woman being recognized with the highest honor in her craft, standing up at an Awards ceremony where most people of color in the room were snubbed (for their equally superlative achievements) — and she’s asking them, to put aside their very real plight, in order to pick up hers.

How does she not realize the irony of asking black people for help while she stands inside the same winner’s circle they have been systemically kept out of? It’s smug, spoiled and incredibly privileged. I wish some of the the well-educated, socially intelligent white women of the world would pull their sister Patricia aside and tell her to stop speaking on their behalf.

Cause she’s making ya’ll look bad and needs to have a seat way in the back row.

The publications lauding her speech as “bad ass” and applauding her amazing stance for equality need to have a seat back there as well.

All in all, the Academy Awards were as racists as we’d all feared.

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favourite felicity smoak moments from s2

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Regina & Henry  | All The Little Things: Equal ground

And before you say “But, Blue, she said women not just white women,” let me be blunt: If you say black people need to stand up for you – that means you are asking every person in the room who is both black and a woman to choose her gender over her race in order to suit your agenda. It’s a very subtle form of feminist segregation that I’ve heard about for a few years now. And it’s complete b.s.

Who does she think nursed and looked after all of those white children during the slave era? Did she somehow miss the last 400 years of race relations? Does she not notice who the nannies are when she takes her kids to the park? Society has made it all too clear that not all women are created equal. So to ask the women who are below you on the food chain to once again lift you up is fifty shades of “You got some nerve.”

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Dad. That’s the first time you’ve talked about him in years.

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au: the mitchell siblings - john and jane mitchell

the most dangerous and famous brother and sister vampire duo in vampiric history - with their co-dependency and their kill anything attitude; who travel the world and kill whoever they want in their fancy but messy suits and dresses; who drink their blood like it’s fine, aged wine; who suffer from the occasional crippling morality crisis…

[B]efore you say “But, Blue, [Patricia Arquette] said women not just white women,” let me be blunt: If you say black people need to stand up for you – that means you are asking every person in the room who is both black and a woman to choose her gender over her race in order to suit your agenda. It’s a very subtle form of feminist segregation that I’ve heard about for a few years now. And it’s complete b.s.

Who does she think nursed and looked after all of those white children during the slave era? Did she somehow miss the last 400 years of race relations? Does she not notice who the nannies are when she takes her kids to the park? Society has made it all too clear that not all women are created equal. So to ask the women who are below you on the food chain to once again lift you up is fifty shades of “You got some nerve.”

This is nothing new.

Black feminists all over the world have written horror stories about how, when dealing with white feminists, they are expected to compartmentalize their blackness and put it away — while fighting on behalf of their womanhood. That ridiculous (and ironically misogynistic) expectation from their white feminist counterparts amounts to what feels like friendly fire; you’re basically being discriminated against by the very person standing next to you in the fight for equality…

How does she not realize the irony of asking black people for help while she stands inside the same winner’s circle they have been systemically kept out of? It’s smug, spoiled and incredibly privileged. I wish some of the the well-educated, socially intelligent white women of the world would pull their sister Patricia aside and tell her to stop speaking on their behalf.

Cause she’s making y’all look bad and needs to have a seat way in the back row.

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ɪᴍᴘᴇʀɪᴀʟ sᴇɴᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴀᴜ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ

A ward of the state, lost among the war-orphans, the then-Chancellor was the only fixture in Anakin’s life after he won his freedom. Caught in the undertow of death and destruction, by the time the young Queen attempted to look into the whereabouts of the peculiar little boy he was already gone - a file lost in an overwhelmed system. Once the Jedi were hunted like animals across the stars, the path for Obi-wan to follow his master’s dying directive became closed to him. 

Anakin’s usefulness ended along with his destruction of the droid control ship. No credits, no home, and no friends  on Coruscant - who could refuse Palpatine’s generosity where it came? And it came - first in gifts of education: manuals and texts, time spent paying attention to a child no one else seemed interested in. Later, with holocrons, to be their little secret.

The Jedi, who had abandoned him, were scattered across the galaxy - dead, dying. The only place he’d ever called home was  a thousand star systems away. If he had any reservations at all when Palpatine invited him to live in the Palace and took over his education personally - when his only friend revealed himself as the Dark Lord of the Sith and his intentions for the young disciple - what other options had there ever been?

I didn’t really expect the response the first part of this got - oh my god thank you everyone. (I’m so bad at expressing this sort of thing but inside I was just rolling around happily). Getting to my favorite pouty Dark Lord.  (⊙‿⊙✿) Padme’s really the hero here, but he isn’t any good at staying out of her life.

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I love you much
it’s not enough
you go back to her
and I go back to black

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Charlie & Monroe | 2.09 | Trust Issues Pt 2.

"You came back."

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Madam President, we are the proud owners of the universe’s first bona-fide Cylon detector.

I find it curious when people speak of Rachel Duncan as if she needs to be entirely psychotic or entirely misunderstood. I actually find her considerably more terrifying when it’s revealed that she isn’t a total robot—because this means she has the capacity for moral judgment, and chooses to disregard it in favor of power. It isn’t, Oh, how sad, she just needs to be loved and taught the error of her ways—if anything, that’s more a Helena-type storyline. Rachel did know love. She was raised (at least for a while) in love, and still chooses aggression first. She feels pain and loss and possibly even guilt—and this does not change her tendencies, or, more importantly, her pride. I find that fascinating. And utterly, utterly horrifying, because here is a woman with the capacity for kindness—who chooses, instead, to crush everyone she meets underfoot. 

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i haven’t had enough time to draw with my tablet so pls excuse the awful mobile pictures and shading with a regular pencil but ive just wanted to post my headcanon pyro after seeing all these other ones: trans afromexicana pyro ! 

i need someone in my life who doesn’t make me feel bad if i’m obsessed with Mumford & Sons and I only wish to talk about Marcus’ adorable laughter, Ted’s photography, Ben’s damn bandanas and Winnie’s everything.

all i want in the world is for reboot jim kirk to interact with children and everyone is surprised because he’s so good at it. if a little kid is crying he knows exactly what to say to make them hiccup with a little laugh and then he’ll hold out his hand and introduce himself and pick them up and carry them around, one arm tight around their waist as they cling to his neck and he lets them go on the bridge and sit in the captains chair and if they want to they can speak over the intercom and say silly little things like “hi my name is alisha i like butts” and giggle quietly and he’ll laugh with them and when they have to go he gives their parents his personal comm frequency and tells them that if they ever want to talk just send him a message and he’ll respond as soon as he can and sometimes they send him drawings of the enterprise being piloted by a stick figure with a blob of blonde hair and two brilliant blue dots for eyes with a smaller stick figure right beside him holding his hand and he hangs them all up in his quarters and cherishes every single one

"Why does any woman want an abortion? Because contraception failed. Abortion is backup contraception. And why does she want contraception? Because she wants to have sex without babies. That’s what contraception is. If babies came without sex, if you could order them from the stork, how many abortions do you think there would be? Abortion is about contraception. Abortion is about sex.

Every Christian in the world believed contraception was wrong for nineteen hundred years, until the Anglicans changed the rule and allowed it, at the Lambeth Conference in 1930. And now every Christian church allows it—except the Catholic Church.” - Peter Kreeft