society is not that out of whack

On “romanticizing” unhealthy things in fiction

This is a loose elaboration on @tanannariva‘s excellent post about anti-shippers’ tendency to sling around words like “romanticization” and “normalization” like they’re magic incantations that mean “QED, you are making this happen in real life!” I’m going to leave “normalization” aside for the moment because my contribution would basically be an incoherent snarl of “shrieking that we need more taboos on something that’s already taboo, and has its roots in shit that’s already normal, is just doubling down on the reasons the entire subject is such a stigmatized clusterfuck and it’s the fucking opposite of radical or progressive.” Let’s talk a bit about romanticization, using the original post’s definition of “to describe something as being better or more attractive or interesting than it really is.” In particular, let’s talk about stories whose portrayal of fucked-up, abusive relationships does romanticize them, and where exactly the connection is with real-life abuse apologism.

The thing is that stories, by their very nature, tend to portray things as more attractive and interesting than they really are. When you go through something harrowing and console yourself with “well, at least it will make a great story to tell later,” you’re explicitly planning on distilling the interesting parts from an experience that was a grinding nightmare slog of misery at the time. Many stories are also ways to rehearse the various kinds of shit life might throw at you and transmit models for how people deal with it–and in order to actually be transmitted, they have to be in a form that is interesting, memorable, and engaging.

Also, people fantasize all the time about stuff that’s attractive but too dangerous, costly, or immoral to actually pursue. A cliffside with a spectacular view is attractive. Sleeping in on a weekday is attractive. Taking gory revenge on people who’ve hurt you or cut you off in traffic is attractive. The problem isn’t the attraction. The problem is when people’s idea of the real-life consequences gets skewed. You don’t fix that by telling them to stop finding the thing appealing, you fix that by saying “hey, I know this is fun to imagine, but I feel like we need a reality check on how disastrous the non-fictional version is.”

And of course these two things–dramatizing and fantasizing–are often combined, in the form of stories where obstacles are downplayed or the extent of what people can accomplish is exaggerated. Which is generally OK and understood. Sometimes the execution is criticized for breaking suspension of disbelief or for the implications of what’s downplayed and what isn’t, but even little kids learn pretty early on that just because they read it in a book or saw it on TV doesn’t mean they should try it at home. When they don’t, that’s when the reality check becomes necessary.

In the specific case of stories about abusive relationships… a lot of the most compelling ones are about taking something wild, something that hurts people and would happily hurt you, and domesticating it. Not just taming it, not just making its dangerous qualities work for you, but befriending it and loving it and incorporating it into the fabric of your everyday life. It’s a story that humans find perpetually attractive because that’s what we do, that’s what’s behind a lot of our success, we’re the crazy fuckers who turned wolves into border collies and wild horses into Shetland ponies. The more resistant something actually is to domestication, the more we like stories about the crazy fucker who pulled it off anyway. The attraction isn’t the problem. The problem is that in real life, when it comes to human personalities and relationships that will probably hurt you, there is widespread denial of how dangerous, harmful, and resistant to change some types can be. There is widespread playing-up of the romantic appeal and widespread ignorance of how illusory and manipulative the appealing parts are. And YOU WILL NOT FIX ANYTHING BY DENYING THE APPEAL OR TELLING PEOPLE TO STOP FINDING IT ATTRACTIVE. 

Yes, it is helpful to tell stories about how the cycle of abuse really works, but not because they’ll refute or replace the romanticized fantasy, or destroy its appeal. They won’t. What they’ll do is similar to what an out-of-story reality check or an “abusive relationship” tag will do: they’ll say “hey, when this does happen it’s actually pretty awful.” And they’ll go beyond that to give people models for what shit looks like and possible ways to deal with it. They’ll do that even if some of their edges are filed off and some of their agony is distilled into drama, which is why it’s the opposite of helpful to lump everything you think is flawed/ambivalent/insufficiently realistic into the “romanticizing” category and try to exterminate it all. That actively suppresses resources that might actually reach people who are into the romanticized stuff and have picked up distorted ideas about abuse.

(By all means, criticize and discuss the depiction… but with the goal of illuminating nuances the original story glossed over or bungled, not making the bad thing go away. That’s the other thing that’s so nonsensical about focusing these book-burning campaigns on fanfiction of all things: not only does it come with built-in warning labels, it comes with a built-in book club and author Q&A session. You want context, author clarification, cautionary notes about the narratives the story seems to be pushing, alternate narratives, education about the realistic outcome? They’re all just as easy to attach to the work itself as screeds about what a terrible person the author is.)

Basically, the world is full of stuff that’s great fun in stories but wretched IRL for everyone except the 1% of freaks lucky enough to be Into That Sort Of Thing. Wilderness survival. Swordfights with no safety gear. Extreme painplay as kink. Emergencies where a non-pilot somehow has to land the plane without killing everyone. And since society is messed up, “whirlwind romances with brooding, jealous, obsessive antiheroes” only make it onto the list intermittently, often with vehement blowback. That’s what’s out of whack and needs fixing.

You will not fix it by trying to convince people that swashbuckling duel scenes aren’t fun if the characters aren’t wearing safety gear. You will get even-more-vehement blowback if the people who enjoy the romance equivalent of swashbuckling have even the slightest reason to suspect your PSA about safety is a front for an attempt to take away their unrealistic fantasies, replace them with fencing-tournament footage, and make them watch gory cautionary tales about what will happen to them if they leave their protective gear off. The only way to get anywhere is to accept that it’s okay to see the appeal in romanticized depictions of relationships that would be abusive IRL, because the appeal is separate from understanding how the IRL consequences would play out. Work on people’s understanding of the consequences. In the end, all the hand-wringing about the appeal boils down to worrying that it will distort people’s understanding of the consequences. So focus on what really matters.

6 Ways Feminism Can Be Accessible to Autistic People
  1. Tag facetious comments - Autistic people have difficulty with figurative language, especially when given a dry delivery. Keep in mind that it’s hard for autistic people to read social signals, and it’s harder for everyone to understand the delivery of plain text online. You might think it’s clear that “Kill all men” is an extremely sarcastic declaration of annoyance but to autistic people unfamiliar with the feminist in-group culture, it looks like a legitimate call to gendercide, especially to those who may be more familiar with the hateful exaggerated stereotype of a feminist popularized in mainstream media than with real world examples of feminists and feminist discourse. This all can be avoided with sarcasm tags or by using literal language like “Men annoy me so much, I can’t even.” (Although “I can’t even” is figurative language, it’s more readily understood as a facet of mainstream slang.)
  2. Don’t expect everyone to take college classes - It’s not as prominent as it was a few years ago, but there is an attitude among feminists that because they learned feminist theory in college classes that everyone should. Keep in mind that college classes are not accessible to everyone because of reasons of class or disability, the latter of which includes autism. I encountered this myself, where in order to pass a Women’s Studies class, I would have had to perform charity work such as feeding the homeless, which was beyond my mental ability at the time. If I had to do it now, I might have the mental fortitude to maintain calm in those kinds of stressful situations, but that was not accessible to me in 2012. By saying “I’m tired of ignorance, so you have to have taken a college class on the subject before I’ll talk to you about it,” or “I learned in a class, and you learned in a class, so I think feminism 101 articles are bad,” you’re cutting out autistic people who lack the ability to take such classes.
  3. Don’t demonize masculine autistic traits - In the struggle against creepy entitled guys, there is a tendency to lump autistic traits in with their warning signs. Autistic people have difficulty with body language, may have difficulties with articulation, and often overlook tact. That can lead to things like too much eye-contact, which can be interpreted as aggressive or a sexual advance; not enough eye-contact, which is interpreted as shifty behavior; taking up too much space, including “manspreading” and getting fat, as might produce a “neckbeard”; rambling about their interests, which is interpreted as dominating the conversation or “mansplaining”; and being too overt about sexual interest, not knowing how to play the elaborate game of alluding but not too distantly, being assertive but not too much, and when “coffee” means “sex” or is just “coffee”. Autistic women have the same behavior, but it doesn’t receive the same demonization due to sexism imbuing men with an aggressive characterization and women with a passive characterization. Typically, feminists are against that, but they tend to forget when staring at “weird people”. Keep in mind that a standard stereotype of an anti-feminist is a “neckbeard [fat] nerd [person with passionate interests who doesn’t know when socially appropriate to shut up] who doesn’t understand the most basic of cues women broadcast to signal disinterest, and who lives in his mother’s basement [lacks the ability to perform in society because of mental issues]”, demonizing autistic traits instead of the anti-feminist beliefs such people may have.
  4. Don’t infantilize feminine autistic traits - This is the feminine counterpart of the above problem and also has to do with traditional gender roles. Instead of being seen as creepy for not achieving the expectations of social performance, autistic women are seen as childlike. This is a manifestation of benevolent sexism where autistic women are disrespected out of good values, where empathetic feminists try to keep them safe, but it is fundamentally indistinguishable from male notions of chivalry that put women on pedestals. The characterization of immaturity leads to the dismissal of autistic women’s sexualities, which are regarded as unhealthy behavior for the infantilized autistic women to demonstrate, and men who find autistic women sexually attractive are inappropriately demonized as pedophilic. (This is sometimes hard to untangle from sexist autistic men attracted to autistic women and displaying chivalrous notions that infantilize them and the separate concepts must be distinguished before their outlines can be seen.) Basically, don’t treat adult women like kids. Don’t laugh when they do something that surprises you. Don’t call their behavior “cute”. Don’t talk down. Respect their ability to be sexual.
  5. Don’t dismiss “mentally ill” people - Feminists typically don’t like to be told that they’re not understandable when they use figurative language or in-group memes and may declare in a snotty tone that even translates through text that “Only mentally ill people wouldn’t understand! Totally whacked out loonies!” In statements like this, mentally ill individuals are dismissed as not really human and not worth caring about, evoking the conservative idea that mainstream culture represents civilization and that any outliers represent savagery that must be removed to keep society safe. They don’t want to even have to think about them. They want them quietly removed to asylums and assume that the existence of mentally ill people reading and misinterpreting their very clear words represents a failure of the government’s ability to locate and institutionalize mentally ill people, so their comprehension isn’t even a concern to them. It’s a deeply ableist mindset, borne of a deeply ableist society. If they gave it some thought, they’d probably realize it, but they’re too angry at the challenge to their very clear wording to do anything more than resort to dismissing the issue with very ableist wording. The truth is, ableism is a feminist issue; “mentally ill” people can lead happy lives without being problems to society and should be empowered to do so; and at one point, feminists would have been condemned as madwomen and sent to asylums. 

    “It’s all to do with reproductive organs / Which are naturally unstable in a dame / You see, from ‘lunar’, we have ‘lunacy’ and ‘lunatic’ and ‘loony’ / And they’re always ovulating by the cycle of the moony!”
    – ”Girls! Girls! Girls!” by Emilie Autumn
  6. Be receptive to questions, even “weird” ones - There is a profound problem where feminists are really adverse to answering people’s questions about feminism. Feminists are wary of negative questions, such as are attached to trolling or sealioning, but there is a general resistance to answering questions that just makes it hard for ignorant people curious about feminism to actually learn anything about it. Part of this ties into the expectation that newcomers take college classes, where the in-group is established by its members undergoing a rite of passage where no one helps them along the way, and they learn themselves and get to dismiss people in turn, similar to hazing. (In absence of college classes, the instruction is to instead lurk in forums.) There is also a widespread belief that asking questions of feminists is anti-feminist because answering questions takes away from time that might otherwise be spent on important activist work, which might be accurate in some cases, but typically what people do when they go online is look at cute cats and reblog memes, so spending that time answering questions would be activistic work and of greater value than browsing cat videos. Where this fits in with accessibility is that autistic people are going to have a harder time understanding feminism, as they have a harder time understanding almost everything in human culture, which is going to lead to questions, especially questions that look weird because the problems with comprehension are going to be dramatically different than with other people. I’ve asked feminists multiple questions that have been outright ignored, and I’m pretty sure it’s because they looked so weird that they were dismissed as trolling. I’ve encountered this behavior AFK with regard to asking about social protocols that seem obvious to people. They’ll either just stare at me blankly for a minute and then ignore me or get angry because they think I’m playing a trick on them (i.e. trolling). Questions need to be answered and not just with links to Google, which represents a misunderstanding of how Google works. Google personalizes results to be more effective to individual people. You might Google a feminist term and get tons of useful articles, while someone else might Google the same term and get completely unrelated stuff or even MRA articles about why that concept is unfounded. Basically, if you’re going to just link off somewhere, use Google yourself and take advantage of your personalized results to find articles that you can link. And keep in mind that weird questions can be honest.

So, it had to happen eventually. I get an anon message telling me I’m sad because I’m 32 and ship with a fictional character.
This is exactly why it took me so long to join a fandom like this. Because of judgy idiots.

Well let me tell you something: yes it probably is sad to some that at 32 I’m not married, whacking out kids and conforming to what society expects of me. I’ve been very unlucky in love and it just so happens that’s why I’m single right now. I do want to marry, but I’m not prepared to subject myself to the same shit and mental abuse I had to endure in previous relationships.
Also, Jacob has helped me overcome a lots of things: depression and severe body confidence issues and anxiety. I wouldn’t be in such a good place if it wasn’t for him.
And here you are, dear anon, shitting on me for something I enjoy- I had this crap in another fandom and I sure as fuck ain’t gonna put up with it on here.
So I leave you with a quote from Bambi: something that I was taught when I was a little girl…
If you ain’t got nuffin’ nice to say, then don’t say nuffin’ at all!
I know I don’t owe you an explanation- but this is more for the benefit of my followers to get to know me. I’d rather be 32 and shipping myself with Jacob for fun rather than going out taking drugs or having casual sex with strangers. What I do hurts no-one. Mind your own business.

The Girl From the Journal (Pt6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 AO3

Jughead hadn’t written in his journal for twenty four hours. That was the longest he had gone without writing in nearly eight years. He felt his fingers twitching and his hands shaking, urging him to pick up a pen and paper and dive into writing about anything he could possibly think of that would bring him any sort of inspiration. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep his mind from drifting off to thoughts of Elizabeth Cooper, and the fact that he was going to have to lie to her about writing an article on her ex-boyfriend’s sudden career change.

His mind was cluttered with thoughts and images and feelings that he would have normally documented in the leather-bound book that held all of his most vulnerable ways of thinking and looking at the world through the eyes of Betty Cooper. But without the journal, he found that he physically could not write about her anymore. Not without the journal. 

Sometime after lunch, in his much-too-quiet office in the much-too-pristine building that was home to the Riverdale Register, he was hit with such an intense need to empty the images flitting through his thoughts like one of those fireflies he used to chase when he was a kid, that he had no choice but to sneak a stack of loose leaf paper from the work room and set it on his desk so that he could let the words flow from pen to paper like he normally could. 

But the pen wouldn’t move. The images remained trapped in his own head, screaming at him to release them the way he always had. It was like the journal and his own writing ability were connected somehow. Or at least that was the case when it came to writing about the girl from the journal. 

“Sorry, Betty, but I need that journal back,” Jughead declared, pushing away from his desk and shoving his laptop into his messenger bag. He had an hour before he was supposed to meet Betty at the pavilion, but he couldn’t sit at his desk not writing anything. Maybe some fresh air would clear his head. Or maybe it would just cause the thoughts and unspoken words to become more jumbled. Either way, he had to get out of that office. 

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Modern Fem Au

-Niels name would be Nielia or smth like that
-Todds name would be Tara or smth idk
-Charlie would be the same (Charlie is nonbianary as well)
-Meeks would be named Stephanie
-Pitts would be Geraldine
-Pitts and Meeks are still called by their last names tho bc why not
-Knox still likes to be called Knox
-Cameron is called Rita (I guess)
-Neilia is diagnosed with ADHD and her parents tell her to s i t t h e f u c k d o w n and be a “lady” but she c a n t - At the beginning of the year all cell phones have to be turned in and since Charlie’s parents get them so many gifts to “make up” for the neglect they give out devices to their friends
-Neilia’ s parents are also incredibly controlling and want her to marry some dude bc they want grand kids. They’re okay with her becoming a doctor or something like that, but they’d rather her marry someone instead
-Nelia wants to act and sing and write music instead
-Mrs. Keating is lit (and gay: language was created to woo women)
-Instead of old white men (but Whalt is still used) Keating teaches them bad ass women poets and the school gets pissed
-Keating is still all about free thinking and becoming your own person
-The school is pretty old fashioned, so the administration told Mrs. Keating not to say anything about her wife
-The girls classes consist of math, science language English and mainly home ec kind of stuff
- The dead poets don’t really enjoy it that much tho
-Instead of wearing the school designated skirts, Charlie wears pants instead and gets in trouble with Mrs. Nolan all. The. Time.
-In the “no” scene Tara and Neilia fall and their faces are so close together they could kiss but don’t bc the other girls in the hallway start coming in
-Even though Neilia is p good at writing, Tara is incredible. Like Neilia literally fell head over heels for Tara when she whipped that poem from nowhere
-Every poem Neilia writes for Keating is about Tara
-Knox is still straight in love with Chris and tries to get him away from his gf (or bf male au Chris could be bi)
-Theres some local musical Nelia wants to do
- Charlie brings boys to the cave and the girls (except Cameron) don’t really care
-I mean Meeks is jealous af and in an inbetween scene you can hear Charlie apologize to Meeks over and over telling her that she’s the only one for them
-Anderperry is cannon
-Their first (and only) kiss happens after the flying desk set scene
-Everyone in the DPS are super chill with is (as meeks and Charlie are dating) Cameron isn’t cool with it but she doesn’t say anything
-We get more backstory with Tara- how her parents prefer her sister over her and they see her as worthless but Neilia makes her feel like she’s worth something
-Mr. And Mrs. Perry hear about the musical and tells Neilia to drop it and after school she’s marrying some dude
-Of course she’s in love with Tara so she freaks out
-She tells Mrs. Keating about everything; the musical, the dude, Tara and Mrs. Keating tells her to tell her parents how she feels about the musical, and try to wiggle her way out of marriage by saying that she needs a few years to get to even know him
-Neilia actually takes her advice, but her parents don’t care but she’ll be dammed if she doesn’t do this musical
-She does the musical and of course her parents show up.
- As they’re pulling her out of the theatre Tara’ s band brushes hers and her eyes communicate nothing but worry and fear but of course Neilia reassures her
- Charlie is LITTERALLY about to fight the Perry’s
-We get a shot of Neilia’ s diaries seeing that she’s considered thos before
-Neilia writes Tara a note hoping her parents will be kind enough to give it to her. They don’t
-Afer her death, Tara takes Neilia’ s sweater she left and wears it all the time even if she’s dress coded for it
-She writes so many poems for her and puts them on her grave
-She breaks down and Mrs. Keating tries to calm her for hours with no success
-Tara shuts down after Keating leaves,not even Charlie can bring her back (Charlie sneaks on campus every weekend)
-When the Perry’s came to collect Nelias things the DPS (minis Cameron) were in Tara and Neils room and Tara litterally lunged at them
-“Where are her final words?! She wouldn’t leave without telling us anything! What did you do to them?!” The girls have to pull her back and apologize (halfheartedly and not meaning it of course)
- Charlie was on the outside of the campus and spat at the Perry’s as they left
- At night she cuddles the pillow like they used to so, two bodies too big for one bed, limbs intertwined and breaks down crying
-She wails so loud that Meeks, Pitts, Knox and even Cameron try their best to keep her quiet
- The school does not give a shit about the way the girls feel
-Tara got demerits for not being able to get out of bed for a week
-Meeks got in trouble for sneaking food up to Tara so she didn’t starve
-Pitts can no longer focus and is failing all his classes
-Knox cries in every class and gets detention
-Camerons grades are fine, just her emotions are out of whack
-She tries her best to make it somewhat right and the girls appreciate her
-Even though Meeks is strong throughout the day, she cries until the early hours with no one to hold her
-Tara keeps the book and re reads the poems over and over again for memories

anonymous asked:

Can you do #52 and 54 with Sean Cassidy???? There is such a lack of him on this site

52. “Can I kiss you?”
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54. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.”

A/N: I agree, there is a lack of Sean! It’s so unfortunate.

He was an acquired taste, that was certain. His personality was a bit different; he definitely didn’t fit the mold of society.

But that was what you loved about him.

Dorky, goofy, awkward Sean Cassidy – that was the person that you fell head over heels in love with, although you never, ever showed it. Then again, you never showed much of any emotion, but that was mainly so that you could keep the out of control fire that you had inside of you quelled and controlled.

You had a mutation of spontaneous combustion, and you could control and create fire at your will. Well, more or less “at your will”, considering that it usually appeared by accident whenever your emotions were out of whack. Due to the fact that you didn’t have much control over your “gift” as Charles called it, you were resigned to showing few, if any, emotions in your day to day life around other people. That’s just what you did. You had achieved an outer look of calm, tricking your mind into relaxing so that you wouldn’t accidentally set someone on fire.

Every time that he would talk to you, you wanted to show all of the emotions that he was giving you through facial expressions, like everyone else, but you knew that you couldn’t do that.

And so, every single time that he tried to talk to you about anything, you would always keep a blank face and respond almost monotonously, effectively giving him the impression that you didn’t like him at all.

That wasn’t it, at all, but he didn’t know that. How could he?

Finally, one day, he just went up to you and asked you, “Do you hate me?”

“What?” you wondered back, beyond confused.

“Do you hate me?” Sean asked you, and you felt as though all of your hopes and dreams had suddenly come collapsing down on you all at once.

You shook your head, “No.”

“Because your words say one thing, and – and then your body language says another,” he said.

“I don’t hate you,” you confessed. “I could never hate you. That’s the problem.”

“What do you…mean?” he asked you, and you decided to just give in. All of your cards were basically already out on the table, you had to finish the game.

“I like you, Sean,” you said, allowing the smallest of expression to shine through your voice, “I like you a lot. I only seem cold and distant from people because of my mutation, and it’s really a hassle because I can’t show too much emotion without setting myself, or something on fire. I didn’t want you to think that I didn’t like you–”

At that, he just stopped you completely and threw his arms around you in a solid hug, where you were pressed against him and he was pressed against you in a warm embrace.

When he pulled away from the hug, he looked into your eyes and asked, “Can I kiss you?”

And you nodded your head in response.

I like to think of high fashion as what society might look like if aesthetics were prized over military power - what the world would look like if, say, the gently eccentric (if not clinically insane) King Ludwig II of Bavaria had been driven by an ambition to cover the entire world, and not just his own immediate kingdom, with whacked-out fairy-tale castles with rooftop winter gardens, Moorish pavilions, and swan-shaped boats.
—  Fear and Clothing: Unbuckling American Style, Cintra Wilson (pg. 10)
If Hitsugaya gave Ichigo his (original) powers...


As (not at all) requested by anon. :)


So…this anon wanted me to imagine what would happen if various other people gave Ichigo his original power-up instead of Rukia. But after days of trying, I can’t make it work - it’s like a bunch of lists rolled into one. So instead, I’m going to focus it down into imagining that Hitsugaya gave Ichigo his powers. If it works out, maybe I’ll do a couple more!


1. Ichigo would know about bankai from the beginning.

Because no way is Hitsugaya giving up his powers without going into bankai first.

Ichigo: Whoa! That shinigami’s sword just became an ice sword!

Ichigo: Whoa! That shinigami just grew ice wings!

Ichigo: OMG is it is snowing?

Ichigo: …this fight is going to take more than an episode, isn’t it?


2. Aizen would have to send a much tougher hollow.

Because again, bankai. So if Aizen wants the resident soul reaper to kickstart Ichigo’s powers, he’d have to send something more than a run-of-the-mill hollow.

Hitsugaya: WHO GAVE THAT HOLLOW  A FLAME THROWER?!

Hitsugaya: ICE DRAGON NOOOOOO

Gin: Told ya it’d work, Captain!

Tosen: Could someone please tell me what’s on the viewscreens?


3. The adorable introduction scene would be - less adorable.

There’s the great moment when Rukia explains that her name isn’t “shinigami” but rather “Kuchiki Rukia.” That moment would go slightly differently with Hitsugaya.

Ichigo: Give me that sword, shinigami!

Hitsugaya: My name…is….not shinigami…

Hitsugaya: It is CAPTAIN HITSUGAYA

Hitsugaya: AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT!

Ichigo: Um…okay?


4. Hitsugaya’s loss of powers would be linked to his guilt over, um, his grandmother’s death?

I don’t believe child Hitsugaya’s nightly power emissions actually killed his grandmother in canon Bleach - just made her really chilly. But Hitsugaya needs some sort of massive guilt so that the hogyoku will helpfully remove all of his powers - as happened to Rukia because of her guilt over Kaien’s death. So I guess we’d need Hitsugaya to have actually killed his grandmother by freezing her every night. So then he’d have the necessary guilt to give Ichigo all of his powers.

Byakuya (much later): I understand, Captain Hitsugaya.

Byakuya: That boy looks…just like her.

Hitsugaya: Um, what?

Byakuya: Yeah, this really doesn’t work at all.


5. Hitsugaya wouldn’t sleep in Ichigo’s closet.

No. He’d sit all night on the roof. Up until the point that he realized that humans can’t actually stare moodily into the distance all night and woke up confused on the ground.

Ichigo: Dude, what are you doing on the ground outside my house?

Hitsugaya:

Hitsugaya: Um, nothing having to do with falling asleep and rolling of the roof, that’s for sure!


6. Hitsugaya would have a harder time stalking Ichigo at school.

Seeing as he’d be assumed to be a grade schooler ‘n’ all.

Keigo: Yo, Ichigo, why does that grade schooler keep following you home from school?

Ichigo: No reason.

Keigo: [gasp] Oh my god, are you tutoring him?

Keigo: A-are you a mentor?

Keigo: YOU REALLY ARE A NERD

Ichigo:

[Ichigo on Keigo violence!]


7. Hitsugaya would be in Karin and Yuzu’s class.

Because yes.

Yuzu (whispering): Karin! Why are you staring at that silver-haired boy?

Yuzu: You like him, don’t you???

Karin: I DO NOT


8. Three words: Canon soccer game.

But I swear this post is about Ichigo and Hitsugaya *cough*

Hitsugaya: Yes, can we please get back to that?

Karin: …who are you talking to?


9. Hitsugaya would explain everything to Ichigo upfront.

Rukia tended to give Ichigo information as he needed it - or slightly after he needed it, as when she didn’t bother to tell him that he wasn’t actually killing the hollows during his fight with Orihime’s brother. Hitsugaya, on the other hand, is big into explaining - as we saw when he explained the classification of hollows to Ichigo. So I think Hitsugaya would just give Ichigo all of the information upfront.

Hitsugaya: Okay, so that covers the organization and purpose of the Gotei-13 and a basic overview of Soul Society and reincarnation.

Hitsugaya: Next up, hollows!

Ichigo: Are you sure I can’t just whack things with my sword?


10. Isshin’s whereabouts would be dramatically and prematurely discovered.

Because no way Isshin could keep himself out of the house every single time Hitsugaya was there…especially if Hitsugaya was sort of living in (or on) Ichigo’s house.

Isshin: I’m hoooo-

Isshin: [sees Hitsugaya]

Hitsugaya:

Isshin:

Hitsugaya:

Isshin: ..

Isshin: I am going to kill Urahara.

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Camp Jesus

Rachel: I had a horrible childhood. I’m from East Point, and we had one of the highest crime rates in the country. All my friends from my childhood are either dead or in prison.

My life has been crazy. Been married five times. I got Camp Jesus out of the last marriage. 

BW: Camp Jesus?

Rachel: Yeah, my life was so terrible growing up, I always thought, if I just had somewhere to go to get my head together… and, if my friends, who wound up in prison, just had somewhere to go, to get their heads together, it would have been cool. So, what I’m doing down here is giving people a place to go and stay.

There is no judging at Camp Jesus. You can come in there all whacked out and it’s OK. Grab you a camper, regroup, then go back out into society, so you don’t get in trouble. 

BW: Are there rules for staying at Camp Jesus?

Rachel: No cursin’ God and love each other. There’s really no other rules. If Jesus were here, he’d be chillin’ with people like us. He hung out with sinners. 

Camp Jesus is for the rejects. The ones who aren’t loved.  The ones that people talk about and don’t want at Christmas dinner. If that’s you, come on down to Camp Jesus. 

See, Christianity’s all about loving your neighbor, not casting stones. 

It's that time of the month again...and I hate it.

I hate periods, I’ve literally been sweating my weight in bricks, I had to force myself to eat, and wear darker pants, and I feel like I may burst into tears any second.  God, being a girl sucks.  You boys have no idea what it’s like.

Not to mention the cramps that keep coming and going making me want to literally cut my uterus out of my body, but then remembering, at some point I want to have kids.  And the headache’s that make me want to close my eyes, but then they’re also watering because – that’s what they want to do, with no regards to you – and you can’t do anything about it because you’re a girl.  Being a girl, with a period, that’s regular, like a clock, like a time bomb, and knowing that the only thing that really gets rid of it are pregnancy or menopause…one eventually causes more pain, and the other just means salvation and other health problems.

And even still people – particularly men – have the audacity to tell us that we’re “overreacting” and that it’s “just like getting hit in the balls,” and NO, it’s not.  Your body does not decide once a month to literally attack itself and bleed the entire amount of iron in your body for kicks and giggles.  Periods suck, and unless you get them you don’t have a fucking clue.

Like, we find offense when their isn’t any because our hormones and emotions are thrown out of whack and we’re literally just a basket – klusterfuck – of issues.  Gah!  So don’t tell me to deal with it, because I do, every month, I have to go about my life acting like nothing is wrong, like I’m not in pain, and like I don’t have any emotions at all.  Because society has made it a weakness.  Right, as if we had any control over the whole thing.  Uh, no.  We don’t.  Oh, we can also be bitches, but it’s usually with good reason, so if you know, don’t be an ass, we will literally eat you alive.  It sure would hurt less.

anonymous asked:

In inventing a fictional culture for a fantasy world, just how much do I as the author need to know? Can I have little things that everyone does but not really know why everyone does that, if most people belonging to that culture don't either? I mean, I have no idea why women traditionally have longer hair than men, I just know they do. Is there anything wrong with not figuring out things like that for my story, or should I be the all-knowing history god of my world?

The more you know, the better. As a writer – and the mistress/master of your universe – you really do need to know all the whys and wherefores, even if they’re not explicitly states in the text. Think about people – we are all made up all the tiny little details; change one thing, change everything. Your world and its societies are the same. Even if your story takes place on a tiny scale with, say, four characters, each character is a product of your world. To know them, you need to know where they came from. 

Readers are smart. It’s absurdly easy to tell when a writer says ‘screw it, it doesn’t matter’, and the less of those moments you have, the better.

I remember in a creative writing seminar, we were workshopping a poem – just a short, silly poem that I’d whacked out half an hour before it was due – and my professor grilled me on the whys. I didn’t think they mattered because they weren’t included in the body of the poem, but I remember she told me, on no uncertain terms, that the writer has to know everything.

There are always reasons why, even for apparently inconsequential things like why women wear their hair longer than men. Is it religious, or social, or political? Even if it’s not explicitly stated, these reasons will impinge on your characters and will be questioned by at least a portion of your readers.

Anyway, if you become super famous and get publicly interviewed, it at least helps to know the details for no other reason than to not look foolish :)

Good luck! It’s not as arduous as it sounds, I promise!

- Esme

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sashapieterse27 To my incredible and loving fans, words cannot express how amazed I am by you!

I’m so thankful for the affection you have for me, Alison, and Pretty Little Liars! We/I wouldn’t be able to make it happen without you! I get to do what I love every single day because of you guys! 

As a lot of you have noticed my body has gone through some changes, and I want to clear the air and give you an explanation. I have been facing a bad hormone imbalance that has thrown my body completely out of whack. I want to assure you that I’m healthy and getting everything back on track!

 A big thanks to all of you who have been in my corner! We live in such a judge mental society that puts every kind of flaw, including weight gain, in the same category. And for those of you who are struggling with any health problem, hormone imbalance, and weight gain of any sort I urge and encourage you to please deal with it in a healthy manor. YOU and YOUR health are what matters, not anyone else’s opinions and assumptions of you. Getting healthy isn’t just about working out and eating right (however extremely important) it’s also about surrounding yourself with those who care about you and want to see you succeed and become the best you can be.

I love every single one of you and I hold you all dear to my heart!

Xoxoxox

Sasha

The Wrong Side of History

This is a photograph of Elizabeth Eckford, aged 15, attempting to enter the all-white Little Rock Central High School for the first time. The girl pursuing her is Hazel Bryan. Like most of the 1000+ anti-integration protesters following Elizabeth that morning, Hazel probably believed she was righteous in screaming “go back to Africa” (along with a number of other colourful (pun intended) insults). Perhaps she didn’t even consider herself to be a racist. I mean, she’d never actually lynch someone. She was just rightfully defending the natural order of things; the status quo. Why should she have to share her school with Elizabeth? Why can’t Elizabeth just make do with her own school? After all, the world has come a long way since 1899. Elizabeth has it easy.

Now imagine this scene in 2015. Elizabeth wants her voice to be heard and has started posting online about the inequalities she faces. She wants the same opportunities as those around her. She wants equality. She claims the status quo is unjust and needs to change and she is unapologetically trying to make her way towards a future which is rightfully hers. Enter Hazel. “Professional victim!”, Hazel mashes into her keyboard. “Social justice warrior!”, she furiously types. The way Hazel sees it, Elizabeth has nothing to complain about and is just looking for special treatment. After all, the world has come a long way since 1957. Elizabeth has it easy.

Okay, you probably figured out what I’m trying to say an entire paragraph ago. Progress takes a long time to achieve and is always going to be met with heavy resistance. I mean, things probably wouldn’t be the way they are if the biggest, strongest, and meanest among us didn’t like it that way. You need only pick up a history book to see that change doesn’t happen on it’s own and is very rarely gifted by those in power. Change is demanded and it is taken. So why are we still so quick to oppose those seeking change? Well, it’s probably because we’re all a little bit like Hazel.

Now I’m fully aware that I’m making a lot of assumptions about this woman’s character and it’s probably a little weird that I’m appropriating this significant event in the civil rights movement for a stupid blog post but… Go with me here.

Looking back it’s so easy to see what was right and what was wrong but can you imagine actually being there at that time? Being fully integrated into a society that has persistently taught you that white is right and black is… whack? All the people you love and respect completely agreeing that things are the way they are because that’s the way they should be. Tell me, what would be easier? Turning your back on everything you’ve been told is true (and the people who told it to you) or simply joining the masses and cussing out the troublemakers who are upsetting your world? I can’t say I’d blame anyone for choosing the latter option.

But I will admit that it saddens me to see people dedicating their lives to blocking what I perceive as progress. I still see people like Hazel on the Internet; with squinted eyes and widened mouths, spewing anger and hatred under the guise of skepticism. I witness people unapologetically striding towards their preferred future, having to endure impossible levels of scrutiny and malice. It saddens me see people battening down the hatches on what appears to be the wrong side of history… and I think these people are a bunch of top-shelf assholes.

But then again, things are only clear when looking back, right? Questioning the beliefs of your peers is always the tougher option so… Who am I to say I’m the righteous one? I mean, I feel like I’m in the right but… So did Hazel. Shit, what if I’m Hazel?

If I had to find a point in all this it’d be that progress is coming whether we like it or not. Time is roaring forward and we all have to choose which side of history we want to be standing on when it flies past us. The real trick is in figuring out which side is the right side and the only way we can do that is by challenging our beliefs, considering the opinions of others, and developing an informed opinion of our own. After all, wilful ignorance is the only guaranteed ticket to the wrong side of history.

Stay frosty, my friends. In the words of Alan Melikdjanian, “love with your heart; use your head for everything else.”

- TomSka out.

The one thing that does make me feel at least slightly optimistic about the future of Canada, and particularly political and current events apathy, is this blog.

I am at the point in which I am actually able to spread important news and events to the people affected by them. I see in the comments and tags that people are getting mad. People are waking up to what actually goes on in Canada. People are saying that they’re not going to vote for Harper; that they can’t wait to vote; and a lot of WTF’s.

I blog canadian politics on my twitter but I have limited reach and its just about impossible for any content I post to get popular enough to break out of the #cdnpoli twittersphere. I’ll be lucky to get 10 shares on any post. But Tumblr is different. Particularly because there are so many people here that are passionate about blogging about injustice and social issues. Here its rare when I don’t get at least 20 notes on a post. Some get hundreds and a few get tens of thousands. And this matters because these are people in the public, who might not follow the news or politics but through this platform they are paying attention.

These Printemps2015 montreal austerity posts today for example, without this blog might not have gotten more than a few dozen shares in total. Now they all have 100-300 notes and they keep rising.

Its also changing international perceptions of Canada. People are beginning to realize that Canada has problems; it has racism; it has a corrupt, mean, right wing government; we have a terrible environmental record, etc; Its not this magical utopia. There are many things to admire about this country, but it deserves equal criticism for the bad. And right now the balance is so out of whack that its laughable.

I don’t have many things in my life that I feel I do that is important and makes an impact on society, but this is one of them. I will always make time for this blog. I can see it helps people stay connected to Canadian issues on a website with very little Canadian content and representation.

Soulmates, Schmoulmates (Mini-Essay)

Prompt: ( ysu73 ) Hi, I ask you because I truly admire your metas and thoughts and I also know that you love Rumbelle. I wrote a meta about the soulmate-True Love thing, in which I said OQ are soulmates and almost (but not yet) TL, SN are canonically TL and they seem to be soulmates (obvious parallels with OQ), Rumbelle are canonically TL and CS are almost TL. Some Rumbelle fans did not like that I told they were not soulmates. What do you think? Are they soulmates in OUAT’s term the way OQ are?

Well, Outlaw Queen are soulmates because the pixie dust SAYS they are, which is a time-tested dramatic device called “cheating.” I would have liked to see their compatibility first instead of having it stated as a fait accompli, but I digress.

No, I don’t think rumbelle are soulmates– and that’s okay!

*dons asbestos underoos*

PUT THE ENCHANTED DAGGERS DOWN, RUMBELLE FANS and hear me out. I’m defining “soulmates” here as people who have what the Victorians termed a “perfect understanding.” I don’t think Rumbelle understand each other all the time because they’re constantly surprised by each other: he’s surprised each time she forgives his sneakiness, and she’s surprised that he continues to go on murder sprees when he’s got a blue-eyed True-Love-verified minx waiting in his bed back home.

I know you’ve been sneaky for 300 years but I’m in lingerie– HELLO?

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anonymous asked:

Why does Alison look fat this season? In the other seasons when appeared she was thin or like in normal weight.

Originally posted by prettylittleliars

sashapieterse27 To my incredible and loving fans, words cannot express how amazed I am by you!

I’m so thankful for the affection you have for me, Alison, and Pretty Little Liars! We/I wouldn’t be able to make it happen without you! I get to do what I love every single day because of you guys!

As a lot of you have noticed my body has gone through some changes, and I want to clear the air and give you an explanation. I have been facing a bad hormone imbalance that has thrown my body completely out of whack. I want to assure you that I’m healthy and getting everything back on track!

A big thanks to all of you who have been in my corner! We live in such a judge mental society that puts every kind of flaw, including weight gain, in the same category. And for those of you who are struggling with any health problem, hormone imbalance, and weight gain of any sort I urge and encourage you to please deal with it in a healthy manor. YOU and YOUR health are what matters, not anyone else’s opinions and assumptions of you. Getting healthy isn’t just about working out and eating right (however extremely important) it’s also about surrounding yourself with those who care about you and want to see you succeed and become the best you can be.

I love every single one of you and I hold you all dear to my heart!

Xoxoxox

Sasha