the things we do for our children

On Friday one of my students told me he wanted me to come to his birthday party this weekend. I’ve been to a couple of his football games, so I understand why he might think I’d come to a birthday party. But I don’t do birthday parties for various reasons, so I politely declined and that was that. He never even told me when or where it was.

Skip to today and I was taking my own children to a jump park. We got our bands and were walking in when I hear someone shout my name. Sure enough there he is with his mom and friends.

What’s the next thing he says to me?

“I told you you were gonna come to my party!”

My children, our love should not be only words and talk. No, our love must be real. We must show our love by the things we do.
—  1 John 3:18


I don’t care if they are 13, I don’t care if they are 30.

This is what transphobia looks like. This is what being 27 years old and your family is talking to you like a toddler and telling you “Sweetie, that’s just how the world is. We can’t change our minds. I’m sorry, we don’t love Kyle, we love Katie.”

I am strong. I will survive this. But this is what is killing children. This is what is killing adults. This is the ugly reality of things.

I went home for Christmas in the hopes I could show my family how good I was doing. Even after they told me I wasn’t allowed to come originally. I fought to be here. I had gained weight, me depression is better, my anxiety is gone, my smile was real.

But it was crushed. Every. Day. No one stuck up for me. Not even my siblings.

It’s not wrong to be transgender. You don’t need to be fixed! I don’t give a fuck if a book or some old dude tells you it’s wrong. I don’t care if your mom tells she doesn’t love you anymore and your dad hits you. It isn’t wrong. You are normal and you have to be strong and you have to live for you.

It is time to take control of your life. I don’t know what happens when we die. But I know it’s important that we live and show this world that we deserved love and respect and to be a part of a family.

Please be strong. Please choose to live because I am choosing to live and document this in the hope that one day it is going to get better and someone will find this and see even in the darkest hours we can pull through.



Oh, I don’t know. Is it that we collectively thought Steve Jobs was a great man, even when we knew he made billions off the backs of children? Or maybe it’s that it feels like all our heroes are counterfeit? The world itself’s just one big hoax. Spamming each other with our running commentary of bullshit, masquerading as insight, our social media faking as intimacy. Or is it that we voted for this? Not with our rigged elections, but with our things, our property, our money. I’m not saying anything new. We all know why we do this, not because Hunger Games books makes us happy, but because we wanna be sedated. Because it’s painful not to pretend, because we’re cowards. Fuck society.


  Sansa felt curiously light-headed. I am free. She could feel eyes upon her. I must not smile, she reminded herself. The queen had warned her; no matter what she felt inside, the face she showed the world must look distraught. “I will not have my son humiliated,” Cersei said. “Do you hear me?”

  “Yes. But if I’m not to be queen, what will become of me?”
  “That will need to be determined. For the moment, you shall remain here at court, as our ward.”
  “I want to go home.”
  The queen was irritated by that. “You should have learned by now, none of us get the things we want.”
  I have, though , Sansa thought. I am free of Joffrey. I will not have to kiss him, nor give him my maidenhood, nor bear him children. Let Margaery Tyrell have all that, poor girl. 

  • as much as i love shiro, matt teasing him is one of my favourite things because it results in something like this….

shiro: hey matt, we’re together for this assignm-

matt: *frantically shushes him* takashi!! keep your voice down, there are children here oh my god

shiro: *whispering* “what?? but i was just saying-


everyone else in their class: “shiro what the hell this is a learning establishment, we cannot have you making noise and distracting us from our work!!?!”

shiro: i hate you all

everyone: “SHHHHH”

  • or something like THIS….

shiro: matt, when do you wanna work on the-

matt: what?

shiro: i said, when do you want to-

matt: *cups hand over ear* what??


matt: WHAT?!? i can’t understand what you’re saying, speak up


matt: …..

everyone: …..

matt: geez, i heard you, there’s no need to shout

shiro: LOOK HERE you piece of shit-

black womens reproduction has been regulated and scrutinized for centuries from being made from childhood onward to have slave babies for their disgusting white masters to sterilization to the fucking welfare queen myth and black women not being allowed to have children without her whole life being put on display by white people to see whether or not she “””deserves””” to have them, i do not want to see a fucking negative thing about beyonce being happy about her pregnancy like i don’t even mean to make it about this but holy shit the history of black women and the way our bodies have been treated in relation to childbirth is disgusting and we’re allowed to be happy when we actually can be :)

BTS as things my father has said:
  • Namjoon: this may be the third day in a row we've gotten chilli's for dinner but i don't hear any of you complaining
  • Seokjin: *someone calls his daughter pretty* thanks. oh you meant her?
  • Hoseok: *laughing hysterically at viral cat videos from 2010*
  • Yoongi: *teaches own children how to illegally download music*
  • Taehyung: guys. oh my god. there's a frog in the garage.
  • Jimin: do not make me dance mediocre ballet in the middle of this JC Penney i WILL do it
  • Jungkook: *almost bursts a blood vessel trying to carry 12 bags of groceries in one trip*
“Maybe if you were less cynical, you’d see why it’s normal to want to be a parent.”

Maybe if you were less gullible, you’d realise that raising children is a multi-billion-dollar industry that bombards us every single day of our lives with a single, pounding, relentless message: “Parenthood is normal.”

Which means that when adulthood rolls around, huge numbers of people proceed without thinking towards parenthood. 

It’s normal, right? It’s just what you do. Grow up, get married, have kids. Easy as one, two, three.

And we spend our lives going methodically to work, earning money to buy all the things that the parenting industry says will help us succeed at the life path it’s cunningly nudged us onto. Then we unconsciously encourage our own kids to do as we have done, make the choices we’ve made - because it reassures us that we’ve ‘done right’. In fact, the parenting industry has a vested interest in making us desire that coveted promotion to Grandparent. Because then we can keep buying clothes and toys and family holidays from them.

There are corporations in this world more powerful than religions ever were. 

And their entire continued existence depends upon us reaching parenthood without realising it’s a choice.

When you’re a little girl, they sell your parents a doll - by suggesting to them it will make you smile like the little girl in the catalogue smiles. Your parents want to be the kind of good, loving parents that they see in the cereal adverts, so you probably get quite a few dolls over the years. You and your dolly grow up, watching films and reading stories together that start with a girl all on her own and end with a happy heterosexual wedding. 

Meanwhile, your brother grows up with a very different role model: Man The Hunter. Man The Provider. He’s taught to judge his worth on earning money that a lady will transform into smiling children for him.

Magazines, adverts, news articles, film plots, urban legends… so much of the media we consume everyday encourages us towards parenthood as our ultimate goal. We are urged to concern ourselves with producing and protecting a family - but why? Why does every advert want us to think parenthood is not just an attractive option, but the only option?

Is it because raising a child in the UK now costs an average of £230,000?

The parenting industry would very much like £230,000 from us. And to get it, they need us to believe that parenthood is the only path to fulfillment. They start telling us from a very young age. Then, by the time we reach adulthood, we’re so convinced of parenthood being normal that we don’t even ask, “Shall I have children?” We just… do. The parenting industry has done such a good job on us that we don’t realise we were ever influenced at all.

And so the cycle continues.

If you still think I’m a cynical old goat, consider that a child costs roughly £11,000 a year to raise. 

If you’d convinced most of the population to give you £11,000 a year, every year - sometimes £22,000, or even £33,000 - would you have a strong interest in making sure people don’t ask whether they have to or not?

one of the last things i did in dc before i moved was go on one last white house garden tour, which i did as often as possible despite the fact that trees are boring the first time you see them and certainly do not get more exciting with repetition, even if they were planted by laura bush. “wow!” - absolutely no one, while looking at a tree planted by laura bush for the third time. but i liked winding through my president’s backyard, looking at the swings his children had already outgrown and knowing that the man who lived here was Good. and in his hands our country would try, though we may fail, to be Good. it was one of the last things i did, peek into the east colonnade as if i was going to see joe ambling down toward the state room on a saturday morning. and then i drew myself up and i moved to new york to elect hillary clinton and i fell in love four times over: with new york, with a job, with a girl, and then finally with the picture of a hillary clinton presidency. i lived in the city i loved and i did the job i loved and i slept next to this girl i loved and i could see it, this presidency, it lived where my eyes closed at night and on the slow morning bus ride and in the elevator on the way to fourth coffee. i can still tell you what it felt like, what it sounded like. there were grandchildren on the swings and while they laughed we worked harder than we ever have to be Good.

and then, well, you know.

today i went back to dc for the first time since i left, and while donald trump won the presidency again & for real & forever, i stood at the end of the east colonnade and absorbed into my heart the picture of this white house – with this president, and this family, and this Goodness – one last time.

it is easy to despair. or: it is easy to cry on the train. it is harder to decide that while evil is being done it is up to us to undo it, piece by piece, one step behind.

ok, ok, ok. 

Just one thing:

Amidst the chaos, I want everyone keep in mind just ONE thing, if nothing else:


“Hanarezuni sobani ite” – Stay By My Side and Never Leave.

It’s Victor’s Free Skate composition. It’s the performance that went viral when Yuuri attempted it. It’s what brought the two of them together. It’s what Yuuri inadvertently asks of Victor after their first argument, and what Victor recognizes. It’s what their relationship is based on, what this whole show is based on. It’s their love song.

This song is what started this show, and this song is what is going to finish it. (We know this for a fact from the OST itself.)

Whatever happens between these two is going to happen, plain and simple. But without a doubt, we know how they feel towards each other. At the end of the day, when all is said and done, their deepest desire is the same: to be with each other, forever. They do not want to part. Whatever the future holds, they want to face it together, and they’re going to face it together. This is what they’ve already decided.

So if you’re feeling scared or down because of the uncertainty of this next week, please just keep this one thing in mind. Let it comfort you. Believe that love wins.

  • Students: Hey, so at this point a lot of students would rather break their own legs than go to school because of the immense workload placed on us in the form of increased standardized testing and out of school work. It is remarkably frustrating and stressful to students, and causes a strain on our mental health
  • Parents: Hey, so our children are extremely overworked and we have noticed a huge increase in time spent on homework rather than things that kids should be doing like socializing and naturally forming interests that could lead them to possible career choices
  • Teachers: The state curriculum is becoming more demanding, requiring our students to learn more in less time, all while increasing the number and frequency of standardized tests (giving us even less time to teach important material). This makes us sad, because we want to share knowledge with students, but are forced to give them large amounts of homework to make up for lost time in the classroom.
  • The U.S. educational system: So what you're telling me is.... you want... more test??
Seeing Girls With Dyed Hair in Public
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Me:</b> Wow, that lovely shade of teal goes perfectly with her skin tone<p/><b>My Brain:</b> PLEASE BE GAY. PLEASE BE GAY. PLEASE BE GAY.<p/><b>Me:</b> *Proceeds to envision our life together and how many children we'll adopt*<p/></p><p/></p>

Hey y'all, I was talking to another shipper the other day and she ask me if I thought there were many women over 50 in this shipping community. I said I did, but what I’ve gleaned is that there are women of all ages here. I love that this is such a diverse group…ages, ethnicity, life styles, etc. But one thing binds us….our love for Sam and Cait and for Outlander. She and I are first time shippers and surprised at how much we love these two and desperately want them to be happy just as we do for our own children. There’s just something about them….I think y'all know what I’m talking about. So….for those of you who feel comfortable, respond by telling us your age,20’s,30’s,40’s etc. I love being friends with all ages! I think it gives great perspective to life and help us understand the world better. I’ll start off. I’m Nancy and a young at heart 67. Love and appreciate you!😘

Discount retail is absolute shit.

A couple of weeks ago, I had a lady with like five screaming children come in and ask to do a return. I could only do two of the items, cause the rest were from AUGUST 2015 and no longer in our system. She gets pissed, yada yada, I get a manager who explains the same thing. Cashier next to me says she thought we could do returns anyway, which is important later on in this story. We tell her no, we cant. We cant resell it. This goes on for like 10 straight minutes. She keeps saying “but I got it for Christmas” as if that means we can do anything to help her. So she huffs off to start shopping.

It gets slow, so I start cleaning the books and stuff, minding my own business til I’m called back by my coworker. She’s doing the return for the lady! I see the money exchange hands and it’s too late.

The lady specifically waited til I was gone and did the return with the other cashier, who took the stuff back for full fucking price even though we outright told her we can’t do that shit! I’m so fucking pissed just on principal. I hate dishonesty and waste, cause we have to toss that shit now. She could have donated, but no, 15 dollars was too important.

I’m just pissed at everyone in that transaction, lol. The lay for dishonesty, me for not being there, and the other cashier for willfully and knowingly breaking store policy and then saying “Oh, I thought we were allowed to do it!” Even when the manager had said, in her hearing range, that it wasn’t allowed! And then she said “Oh I didn’t realise it was the same lady! You should have said something!” As if I’m in charge of her doing her job and also omnipotent, being that I was in the book section. Fuck.

Anyway I hope the customer gets constant migranes and her children never stop screaming c:

“It is a little strange.” I admit to my new husband. “I thought Mother would tell me it is a big joke.”
He nodded along. “I also thought my mother would say the same thing.”
“But, I guess that we have been betrothed since we were children.” I mutter. “Is it alright If I do not sleep in the bed? I am just not used to it yet.” His eyes remained fixated on the door, as if he wished he was anywhere but in this room. He nods. Does not bother to say anything.

The day after our wedding day, Aslaug burst in the room. Demanding to know if I feel if I am with child yet. She had a smile on her face, that I hadn’t seen since we were children, and Ragnar announced his leaving. Frowning, I sit down on the bed, and pull my dress so that it sat, cascading down my legs and into a puddle by my feet.
“I am not with child.” Her smile falls, and she knits her eyebrows together. “Before you say anything to Ivar, I must admit that I did not want to do anything either.” I pause, “it is strange. We have known each other since we were a babe, and I am not sure that I am ready to be anything else. Don’t be mad.”
Aslaug smiles gently, and reaches out her hand. “You are my daughter, and I will keep to your wishes.” She stands quietly, and makes her way to the table that sat in the middle of the room. “Ivar is nervous.” she says. “He does not want to disappoint you, in any way. I think he just needs some reassurance from his wife, that she does love him. I know that you love my son. Please, let him know to.” With a gentle smile, yet again, she leaves through the front door and closes it behind her.
“He is nervous?” I repeat to myself, placing my hands over my face, and sinking into the bed. “How can he be nervous? He is Ivar..” My train of thought flees as the door creaks open, and my husband shuffles on his stomach into the darkened house. “Good morning.”
Ivar gives a small smile, and props himself against the wall. “The Queen has been asking if you are with child all morning. I think she wants you to be pregnant.” He pauses, “and I understand that that cannot happen until we are comfortable enough to be in each other’s space.” As he speaks to his feet, I sink down onto the floor next to him and take his cold, hard hands in mine.
“I’m sorry.” I whisper. “I am nervous too.. I do not know how to act around you, because I always dream of you, but I am not sure how to show you that I do..” My words turn into a whisper as Ivar gently lies his head on my lap. “Perhaps we could just work on it?”
“Sounds good.”

What is it about society that disappoints you so much?” Oh I don’t know, is it that we collectively thought Steve Jobs was a great man even when we knew he made billions off the backs of children? Or maybe it’s that it feels like all our heroes are counterfeit; the world itself’s just one big hoax. Spamming each other with our burning commentary of bullshit masquerading as insight, our social media faking as intimacy. Or is it that we voted for this? Not with our rigged elections, but with our things, our property, our money. I’m not saying anything new. We all know why we do this, not because Hunger Games books makes us happy but because we wanna be sedated. Because it’s painful not to pretend, because we’re cowards. Fuck Society.Elliot…you’re not saying anything, what’s wrong?” Nothing.

NanoWriMo Post 2

It’s week 2 and for a lot of writers, we can get a little stuck in this stage of Nano. The shininess has worn off and it’s starting to become a chore. 

Little did I know, that with the recent Election results, that chore would be made that much harder. In the moments after the election when I cried at home with my dog, I wondered how I could do something so self indulgent as writing a book, a fantasy book for children. With all the things that will happen to the future of our generation, how could I assume that fiction would be worthwhile to anyone. 

My heart broke that night. I had been ahead in Nano up until the next day, where I stared at the ceiling and wondered what was going to happen. 

I knew that he would be giving a speech, I knew that she would be giving a speech, and I didn’t want to hear about any of it. 

I was teaching at 9am the next morning, and as much as I wanted to stay in bed and pretend that the whole thing was just a dream, I couldn’t. I had to get up and act like an adult for my students. 

To say I was in an irritable mood is generous. 

After class I went home and crawled back into bed. I still didn’t know what to do with myself. I couldn’t even turn on the radio on the drive home for fear that someone would say the words “President Elect Trump” 

But here I am. Back again, being an adult. The world didn’t stop that day and the words couldn’t either.

Self indulgent as it is. I care about us, I care about the future and fiction is one of the few ways we can impart wisdom for our future. My dumb fantasy novel may feel unimportant, but that night I found my theme. “Save a world that doesn’t seem to care about you, because it’s the right thing to do.” 

When God made the world, He said it was good.

I wonder if He’s looking at us and He is saying the same thing, “They have no idea that everything i do for them is for their good.” “They have no idea that their trials today will bear so much fruit.” “They have no idea that I’m orchestrating everything in order for them to become the person i wanted them to be.”

When God works through us, it will all turn out for good.

It’s all good, for He is a good God.

We are God’s creation and His children. Let’s trust the potter and allow Him to say a word and lead our life so that we can say with Him, It is good.

-January 1, 2017 / 3.54 pm

When You’re Both In Public And You Whisper That You Aren’t Wearing Panties (BIG BANG)

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Author: Taebaby

T.O.P: This would fuck him up and might even get him a little mad because you knew the two of you couldn’t leave this super important business dinner and he’d have to sit through the whole thing with his little problem

DAESUNG: I don’t even think he’d say anything, he’d just give you a look like ‘…really you gotta do this now’ (not that he’d complain to be honest)

TAEYANG: I think he’d get you back and start teasing you too. like ‘hmm you’re pretty excited aren’t you, not even fully dressed jagi’ all while squeezing your thigh under the table

G.D.: He’d have a really had time keeping his composure. He’d keep his hands to himself in an attempt to stay unaffected (very much in vain). Eventually he’d growl out ‘you’re gonna regret it baby’ and continue to throw dirty looks your way for the rest of your time out

SEUNGRI: He’s the kind to either be like ‘NO I DON’T KNOW YOU’ or ‘Get your coat jagi, we’re leaving early’. There is no inbetween