the world through a lens

*spins chair around and sits in it backwards* a considerable deal of tf art squanders its possibilities by laser-focusing on vindictive narratives of transformation as punishment/rehabilitation, by ignoring any semblance of consent, and by reinforcing condemnatory stereotypes of specific bodies. to envision a world of infinite bodily possibility, yet view it only through a lens of cruelty… what a shame

Personal Photographer - Conor Maynard

Request: Can you write a Conor Maynard imagine where you’re a photographer and he loves it when you take his ig pics for him and the guys notice how much happier he is with you 💛

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: I hope you like it!


“Odds on you jumping into the water?” Joe asked Josh as you guys took a stroll down the beach. 

You and the boys were all in Brighton for the week to just relax and have some fun. With the boys’ busy schedules, getting some down time is hard for them so you guys had been planning this weekend for quite some time now.

“1 to 10.”

Since it was night time and the weather wasn’t that nice, you knew Josh would not want to jump into freezing cold water so you weren’t surprised when the odds of him doing it weren’t close together.

“3, 2, 1″ Joe counted down. 

“4.” “5.” Joe sighed as he realized he had lost. You laughed at that fact that he sounded like a sad little kid on Christmas who didn’t get what he wanted.

“Come here.” Conor said, pulling you away from the group.

You and Conor have been dating for a couple months now after meeting through Jack. You photographed Jack for a magazine and ever since then, you have become best friends with the boys. Conor immediately took a liking to you and you couldn’t deny the fact that you were super attracted to him so eventually, it grew into more than a friendship. 

“Oh, putting (y/n) to work, eh Conor?” Mikey said, as Conor pulled out his phone from his pocket.

Ever since you were little, photography has always been something you loved doing. It was an escape for you and being able to see the world through a different lens was the most amazing thing to you.

“I only like her photos, mate!” He yelled back to Mikey. You laughed at the fact that anytime you and Conor went anywhere that was worth taking a photo of, he always asked you to take one for his Instagram. But you didn’t mind. Being able to take a photo was great all on its own but being able to take a photo of the one person in the world who makes you the happiest was even better.

“Okay, ready?” You asked, holding the camera up and waiting for Conor to pose. You took a few of him, changing up the poses when Joe came over and took the phone out of your hands.

“Go on, get in there!” He said, pushing you towards Conor. Joe was always the first one to comment on how cute you two were or how much of a sappy couple you were but he also admitted to loving the shit out of you.

Conor pulled you closer to him and pressed his lips against yours. He was always so gentle when it came to kissing you because he knew you’d want more and it was his way of teasing you. You pulled away from him, not wanting to be “that” couple but Conor tightened his grip on your waist.

As Joe snapped more and more photos, the others came over and admired how cute you and Conor were. You cheeks started heating up so you tried to escape Conor’s grip but he didn’t want to let you go.

“I’m not finished yet.” Conor whined. “I just want to love you.” You laughed at how big of a baby he was being but you carried on.

“Wow,” Jack said. “She genuinely makes him happy.”

“Did you not think so before?” Oli asked, confused.

“Of course I did but I didn’t really know how happy, you know?”

“Thanks Jack!” You yelled to him as Conor pressed his lips to your cheek. “Okay, let’s get some food.” You said, pulling Conor away from the beach.

Kalopsia (M)

» the belief that things appear more beautiful than they are.

Summary: Jungkook’s a photographer who has a knack for finding the beauty in the simple things.
Word Count: 10,623
Genre: Photographer!Jungkook + angst/smut/fluff 
Warnings: Mentions of death 
A/N: Based on this song. This is incredibly long, and I’m sorry.

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anonymous asked:

Dylan was naive?

Yes and both boys were.  Dylan was super smart yet still young so largely emotionally immature. They believed they knew and understood everything in the world..but only through their isolated eye lens context of tiny, homogenized Littleton which was their bedrooms and computer, the television and their interactions in a narrow-minded, non diverse microcosm that was their school and community.  They were young and naive and idealistic but because they were intelligent boys withering bored and restless without challenges and a sense of real life purpose, their naivety twisted into false arrogance, malignantly nihilistic.

The Ascendant

The ascendant is the sign that was rising on the horizon at the exact moment that we were born. Also known as the rising sign, it is our persona and operates as a mask that we reach for when we’re entering new situations, meeting new people, etc. It is the set of behaviors that we learned growing up that could help us navigate the world, and the lens through which we greet others. Often times it is related to the type of child our parents wished us to be.

Aries ascendant – The learned behavior is fiery and take-charge, the native was taught to lead with their passion.

Taurus ascendant – The learned behavior is steady and serene, the native was taught to remain calm in all circumstances.

Gemini ascendant – The learned behavior is bubbly and energetic, the native was taught to engage with their environment in order learn about their surroundings.

Cancer ascendant – The learned behavior is protective and emotional, the native was taught to enter cautiously and trust their instincts.

Leo ascendant – The learned behavior is boisterous and warm, the native was taught to lead with a smile and their ego.

Virgo ascendant – The learned behavior is cool and analytical, the native was taught to dissect their environment in order to learn about their surroundings.

Libra ascendant – The learned behavior is charming and approachable, the native was taught to engage by being inquisitive and lighthearted.

Scorpio ascendant – The learned behavior is calculated and intense, the native was taught to read between the lines in any situation.

Sagittarius ascendant – The learned behavior is positive and upfront, the native was taught to be forthright and believe in themselves.

Capricorn ascendant – The learned behavior is careful and considered, the native was taught to put their best face forward in all situations, and to be wary of showing undesirable traits.

Aquarius ascendant – The learned behavior is erratic and intelligent, the native was taught to shake up their surroundings to get a feel for what’s genuine.

Pisces ascendant – The learned behavior is nebulous and changeable, the native was taught to adapt to any environment in order to fit in.


Welcome To Our World by Armstrong White

– An exploration of nature through the mechanized lens of Armstrong White.

“If I see only my bias, I have surrendered to a single myopic lens through which to view the world. If I dare to surrender my bias, I will spend the rest of my life seeing the world and throwing away lenses.” – Craig D. Lounsbrough

A focal point on Bay Street in Toronto, Canada.

© Kevin Charles Ward

Miles between what we say and what we mean

MP100 Valentines Week
Day 4; Aquarium

pairing: terumob

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Teruki isn’t stupid. Far from it, actually.

He prides himself on a quick wit and a sharp analytical mind, always planning two steps ahead no matter who he’s with and where they are, and his psychic abilities wouldn’t be anywhere near their current level without an obscene amount of study. He knows a little bit about every subject, give or take, and what he finds he doesn’t know he’s quick to learn.

And so he knows, on a fundamental level, that wanting something and having it are two very different creatures.

As much as he might want Shigeo, Teruki is aware that he can’t have him.

For the most part, he’s comfortable with that.

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Naruto Real World Aesthetics (Modern AU)

( Team 7 Version )

“An aspiring musician reaching for a big break, a diligent medic student aiming for a far off dream, a lone biker with a dark past striving for a brighter future, and an artist eager to see the world with eyes through a lens. When their fates collide in the most unexpected way, the first chapter begins to unfold.”

Naruto | Sakura | Sasuke | Sai

daesungismyeverything  asked:

imagine namjoon rushing through the halls of high school, sweating dripping down his face as he races to get to his math class. he takes the stairs two steps at a time, glancing at his watch that's screaming at him that he's late. he's almost there, right in front of the door, when a rough shoulder sends him careening towards the ground. he looks up in a daze, and all that gets thrown back at him is "watch out ugly"

fast forward a few years, and rapmonster now owns the stage, pumping his legs to get across the stage to finish the choreo. BTS is taking the world by storm, and they’re even being interviewed by real magazines! he’s got the biggest grin on his face as he introduces his group to the world through the small lens on the camera.

after the interview, he goes to read the comments, but has to shut his laptop off after the tenth variation of “they’re all so cute, but the leader isn’t handsome enough to be an idol”

tonight. right now. namjoon is below the stage, preparing himself for his transformation into rapmonster once more. he throws a smirk over at yoongi and hoseok, pulling his faux fur coat up to his ears. the stage is set, and the trio rise up from the ground to a deafening crowd chanting their names. rapmonster’s verse hits, and he yells at the top of his lungs “’Oh, face not an idol’ sorry bae”


Before you start cracking jokes about how Teh Liberal Centrists™ are comparing the current state of things to Harry Potter or Star Wars and that makes you mad for some reason, please consider that for a lot of Autistic people (for instance, me), many of whom are decidedly non-centrist, relate better to the world when viewing it through the lens of pop culture. 

Your ableism isn’t cute or funny, in fact it’s really hurtful and annoying. I’m telling you to stop.


I’d like for the world to see me through the lens of a Snapchat filter. Where eyes are brightened, skin is smooth and golden light streams from
All directions. Unfortunately, those filters also make you chocolate bunnies for Easter.

It was the moment of truth. Will or I or won’t I be able to pull my wetsuit up past my hips AND zip it up? The answer… YES! I did my first open water swim of the year today. Was the water cold? Yes, initially, and then it felt good. I swam a little over a mile. I got home, showered, fixed my hair. I’m not quite sure why I fixed my hair because I then decided to go running. But at least I have chocolate bunny evidence that I did fix it today.

I had a scary moment with a dog today on the trail. I had passed a family with dogs sitting on a ledge. I noticed the dogs, a Yorkie mix and a Pit Bull. I said hi! And ran past them. I was about twenty steps away when I hear kids footsteps behind me and I hear a dog. I haven’t looked back but I was certain the kids had the Pit. I know I am now being chased. If I speed up, I encourage the chase. If I slow down, I’m dinner. I hear the feet get faster and I hear the owners calling for the dog. I’ve been bitten by a dog before, strangely also on Easter Sunday. I slow down to a walk and I hear adults running behind me now too. I know they are trying to get to the dog. I don’t want to look back. Animals smell fear and I WAS SCARED. I finally hear them all right behind me. The adults had gotten to the dog. I was inches away from being bitten again. The first time it had been a German Shepherd. I was right it was the Pit. I was a mile and I still had three to go. I had to make all these deals with my self to finish. I wasn’t going to let fear win. And it didn’t.

No bike today. I’ve decided for the days I don’t ride my bike I had two days to my 30 day challenge because I’m making myself do other things so I do t have to ride.

hamelin-born  asked:

Fic Prompt: Coldwave, Zombies.

Fic: Staying Alive - AO3 link
Fandom: Flash, LOT, Arrow
Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart, Cisco Ramon/Lisa Snart, unproven allegations of Mick Rory/Leonard Snart/Barry Allen

Summary: “– as always, this is Ami Dillon, your resident media studies graduate student and totally under-qualified radio host, and your source for the latest updates on the state of Central City during the present Zombie Crisis, courtesy of the Mayor’s office. In addition to life-saving tips and general safety alerts, we also bring you the excellent morale-boosting soundtrack of the greatest hits of the Apocalypse, by which we mean whatever tracks the local radio stations had sitting around and the cover songs played by our dearly beloved cover band, the Post-Apocs. As always, we begin with our theme song: Stayin’ Alive, by the Bee Gees!”

(the great coldwave romance of the zombie apocalypse)

A/N: Have you ever had an idea, gone “heh, that would be funny, I’ve always wanted to try writing one of those” and then it eats your brain? This is it.

…honestly, with the zombie apocalypse theme, I really should have predicted it.


———The End———

“– as always, this is Ami Dillon, your resident media studies graduate student and totally under-qualified radio host, and your source for the latest updates on the state of Central City during the present Zombie Crisis, courtesy of the Mayor’s office. In addition to life-saving tips and general safety alerts, we also bring you the excellent morale-boosting soundtrack of the greatest hits of the Apocalypse, by which we mean whatever tracks the local radio stations had sitting around and the cover songs played by our dearly beloved cover band, the Post-Apocs. As always, we begin with our theme song: Stayin’ Alive, by the Bee Gees!”

———The Beginning———

Consciousness comes swiftly, as it always does, but Len yawns and stretches lazily anyway. He doesn’t have anything serious planned for today: Lisa’s off doing some ‘team bonding’ thing with the new Rogues he’s recruited, by which she means she took them to that Caribbean island resort beach house that Len won in a high stakes poker game against a Family don once to kick back, drink margaritas, and demonstrate to them the value of staying in rather than out. Len’s the vinegar, Lisa’s the honey; they work well together that way.

Naturally, Len is going nowhere near that stupid island when it’s this hot; he would have agreed to go if Mick was going, because Mick would have kept people (Lisa) from badgering him about leaving the air-conditioned house to go swimming or something stupid like that, but Mick had been lured away by a fireworks convention (why are there fireworks conventions? Why? Is it specifically designed to lure in pyrophiliac arsonists? Except no, Len checked it out, it’s apparently legit and just run by fireworks companies, pyrotechnics experts, and people who like things that go boom) all the way over on the East Coast, so Len’s all by himself.

He finds he likes that state so much more when it’s voluntary.

Still, biology can’t be denied: he’s definitely awake now.

Yawning again, he pads over to the kitchenette they’ve set up in the warehouse to make himself a cup of coffee, flicking on the TV as he does.

“Scenes of chaos break out internationally as what can only be described as zombies terrorize cities and towns around the globe,” the reporter says as violence plays out behind her. “No one knows where this plague came from, but the simultaneous outbreak in multiple locations has been definitively determined to be an act of bio-terrorism. Governments around the globe have deployed the military and information is limited. Interstate and international communications are being shut down as we speak. We don’t know how much long we will be able to continue reporting –”

The TV crackled, static-y, and abruptly cut out.

“Well,” Len says, reaching out to flick the coffee maker back off before it’s finished making the coffee. “Shit.”

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She wanted to be everywhere; to taste the universe one bit at a time and to fly with the wind and sing with the rain. She wanted to go somewhere where windows looked out on big streets full of tiny people instead of empty roads lined with sleepy houses. She wanted to see the world through her own lens; to look at her life and not wait for someone to set her free from her cage, but to pick the lock herself.
—  Random Things I Write #16
RFA+Saeran & V x MC - Please Don’t Hurt Me (Pt. 2)

hehe sorry for like taking forever with this part 2 (I made it significantly longer then part 1 lmao oops). Anyways I hope you enjoy this Anon~


She was always stressed out - whether it be over one project or another, there was just no time for her to take breaks. Whenever she had even the slightest sliver of spare time it would be like heaven had descended upon her, and she’d take out her limited edition DVD of the “Promiscuous Jalapeno Topping.”

It was her favourite show of all time, and to her, it was probably worth more than any other treasure in the world. You made sure not to touch her things because you didn’t know what was confidential or classified, furthermore, if you messed anything up, it would just add to her work load. That was something you never wanted to do.

But it was Sunday, and she was still in bed, so you decided to pop in the show so she could wake up to Zen’s sweet singing voice; but when you did, it didn’t play. The machine then began to make violent whirring sounds, spinning the disc inside so fast, you thought you could smell smoke from the overheating and friction against the delicate surface of the DVD. Out of fear, you pressed the eject button several times, praying that nothing bad had happened to it. With one final press, the slot opened, and sent the disc flying out with so much speed it grazed your cheek, cutting the outermost layer of skin, exposing blood to the air.

Before you knew it, the disc had hit the wall with a loud clank. It wasn’t broken, not in two at least, but it was terribly distorted, the originally flat surface now wonky and twisted. Your eyes widened at the horror of its new shape.

What were you going to do now? It’s ruined and completely unfixable! Jaehee was surely going to cry out in despair, she might even lose her mind - it was her treasure after all. There was no way you could do anything to make it work again. This was a total disaster.

“MC?” a sleepy voice came from behind.

You turned around, desperately trying to hide the broken disc. With a sheepish smile, you tried your best to cover up your face paling with fear and your trembling hands behind your back.

Jaehee took a step forward. She’d noticed your growing anxiety and your alarming eyes. You withdrew from her touch, flinching at the thought of her gentle hand slapping you hard across the face. The scenario brought tears to your eyes, it’s like you could already feel the stinging sensation reddening your cheek.

“What happened here?” she pointed at the cut caused by the DVD. “What are you hiding behind your back?” You clenched your fists, wary of the bent plastic now slicing into your palms. She tugged at your wrists and you collapsed onto the floor as she pulled the foreign object away from your hands.

This was it, she was going to kick you out for sure. There was no way she’d forgive you for this.

“You… you broke it? W-why would you do that, MC?” Her voice shook with disbelief and confusion.

“I didn’t mean to,” you sobbed, “the machine tried to eat up the disc, and when it finally released it, it flew out and hit the wall. I know it’s my fault. I’m sorry, Jaehee, I broke something so precious to you. I don’t deserve to stay with you anymore, I’ll just… leave.” With that, you stood up, ready to walk out of the apartment.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not going to kick out my girlfriend over a stupid DVD. This may be precious, but my real treasure, is you.”


Always joking around, he was obviously an outgoing type of guy. Nothing seemed truly important to him - other than a floppy disk he hid inside the secret chamber of a children’s book. Sometimes you wondered what was inside - was it some type of adult content? Even if it was, it peaked your interest. You just had to know what else he was hiding, he was already secretive enough.

While he was off filling gas into his baby cars, you took the floppy disk curiously and inserted it into his computer. As the file opened, it displayed a sort of slideshow. Pictures of Seven began to pop up - he looked so adorable as a child and his eyes… wait, it wasn’t Seven in the pictures. It looked like him, but there was something different about the child in the pictures. Something… unsettling. Before you could figure out who it was, the screen blacked out. Panic overtook you and you ripped out the disk. Was it a virus?

Before you had a chance to worry about the overridden computer, you noticed that the floppy disk had a fallen apart. Shit. You broke it for sure. You didn’t really know how floppy disks worked, but it surely didn’t look like it could be stuck together again.

Your curiosity killed the cat, and now you were in trouble for breaking something you shouldn’t have touched in the first place. You desperately tried to piece it back together, hands shaking out of nervousness, but it was no use. Just as you were having a mental break down, the front door opened with it’s announcement of unlocking, further adding to your unstable state. Seven stepped into the room and found you huddling against his computer. At this point, the computer displayed an error message.You could only hide your face in your knees, in attempt to curl up into a ball and disappear from the reality that you had brought upon yourself.

Seven was definitely going to be angry. Those pictures… they must’ve meant a lot to him. Just who they were and what it meant, you didn’t know, but you were sure as hell that he cherished the person who shared the same features as himself. Would he hit you? Yell at you? … Break up with you? You never saw him angry, and that was what scared you the most. He could blow up on you completely. Of course, you deserved any pain he had coming for you - but you were scared nonetheless.

“MC, what’re you doing? Do you know what happened to my computer?”

You couldn’t answer him, all you could do was nod your head in shame, slowly showing him the broken object in your palms. He grabbed the pieces quickly upon realization of what it was you were holding.

“I’m sorry Seven…” you couldn’t look him in the eyes, “I didn’t mean to break it. I was just so curious… I wanted to know more about you. I was wrong, and I know that you won’t forgive me for breaking it.”

“You know, I was mad a first, but… you didn’t break it. It just fell apart, I can easily put this back together. I guess it’s also partly my fault for being so secretive about myself. I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” He pulled your shrunken body into his arms.


This boy treasures everything he has. Nothing is garbage to him, as long as he owns it, it’s precious. And that makes everything a little complicated. Whenever you clean the house, you have to be wary of the things on the floor. None of it is garbage according to him - and if he finds that he’s missing something… God knows what would happen? In a way, it made you nervous about throwing stuff out. Would he want to keep this? Would he want to keep that too? It was impossible to keep everything he ever came across, but he seemed so attached to it that it was just cruel to get rid of anything.

As usual, you were contemplating whether or not he still needed a vase he’d found on the side of a street and decided to call his own. Flowers weren’t a thing in this household - you were allergic and he never seemed fond of them anyway. The vase sat in the lounge empty and wasted space most of the time - so you were going to ask him when he came home for sure.

You turned your back away from the vase for a second. It was just one second, you swore to God… but that didn’t justify the sound of shattering glass in the next. Your mind began to race as you saw what now remained of the original. It was shattered in a million pieces, glass shards scattered all over the floor, sparking in the brightly lit room. You bit your lip as your stomach turned with uneasiness. A wave of sickness hit your gut as you realized what he was capable of doing to you. He was much stronger than those who’d abused you previously. He was capable of much more than a few bruises on the face and a hard kick to the stomach. There was no way of telling just how much he was going to hurt you for breaking the vase.

While you tried to shake the thoughts of this sweet boy ever doing any of those things, it was just impossible not to let it cloud your thoughts. Without even noticing, you had begun to weep. Kneeling, your teardrops began to hit the shards of glass as you picked them up piece by piece. The sound of footsteps entering the threshold caused you to quiver in fear, and before you knew it, you had started to blurt out apologizes, as if they were going to lessen his anger the more you said it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. I really didn’t mean to break it. I swear it wasn’t my fault, it just somehow lost it’s balance and fell onto the floor. I was too late to catch it before the fall and it’s- it’s…”

“It’s okay.” his voice was oddly emotionless, “Doesn’t matter, we didn’t use it anyway.” his curt answer surprised you. So… he didn’t care? You looked at him in a weird light, was this the Saeran you really knew?

Without another word, he came over, wiped the tears off your face and pulled you in for a light peck on the lips. “As long as you’re not hurt, nothing else matters. Now let’s wear some gloves so we don’t get cut.” 


Jihyun may be blind, but he can still very much see. He watches the world through a pair of lens capable of capturing any moment with beauty and grace. His cameras were his eyes, and he cherished them as so. You didn’t know how he did it; how he was able to create art even when he couldn’t see - maybe it was something felt rather than seen, but it peaked your interest dearly. And you were curious to know if you were also capable of such an artistic medium. Never once did you think you could come close to his level of expertise, but you wanted to try nonetheless.

It was foggy when you woke up, seeing the curtains blow away from the sliding glass doors, you walked onto the patio and found Jihyun musing at the grey sky with his favourite camera on hand.

“Morning, Jihyun.” he turned at your voice and pulled you into his arms, protecting you from the chilly breeze.

“Morning.” he replied sweetly, nuzzling his head into your shoulder.

“Can I ask you something?”


“Can I take a picture of you?”

“Right now?” you pulled away from him and took the camera gently from his hand.

“Stand near the railing… and stop laughing at me! This picture could be even better than the ones you’ve taken!” you teased him for smiling like an idiot, trying to hide his growing laughter. With a quick snap, the camera captured the most beautiful Jihyun you had ever seen. With his hair still slightly tousled from sleep and his white pajama shirt against the ashen city background, he looked like pure art himself. But the most beautiful thing in the picture wasn’t the backdrop or his strangely perfect hair - It was his smile. The way it was so natural, so… real, gave you shivers down your spine.

“MC, are you still taking the picture? Do you have shaky hands like Jumin?” he chuckled at his remark, teasing you was fun, but he opened his arms, waiting for you to slide back into his embrace. Just when you thought this moment was the epitome of perfection, it was ruined by your clumsy habits.

Before you could regain your balance after stepping on a slippery patch, you fell face first onto the hard concrete floor. It was a disaster, not only did you sprain your ankle, but his camera - his beloved camera - was smashed into a million pieces. You couldn’t even process the words of worry coming out of his mouth, all you saw were the broken pieces of what once was deemed a camera, lying helplessly on the floor.

If only you hadn’t been so nosy. Why did you act like that anyway? Why did you even try to do something so stupid? Jihyun’s cameras were his eyes; his entire life depended on them and yet, you, who claimed that you loved him, broke the only thing that kept him alive. How much more horrible could you be? What kind of evil person were you? You mother was right. You were born a demon. You should’ve just-

Your thoughts were suddenly cut off by someone shaking you back into reality. Only then did you realize that your cheeks were stained with tears and that you’d cut yourself on the shards of the broken lens.

“I’m- I’m sorry Jihyun,” you couldn’t even look at him, “I didn’t mean to- my mom was right… I’m really a demon in disguise, I even broke your camera. I did the most awful thing-”

“MC! Stop and listen to me! It’s okay, so please, stop thinking about those things. I know you’re blaming yourself again. You do this every time you break something.”

“B- But this time, it’s your camera and-”

“It’s not true, okay? You’re not evil, you’re not a demon and you don’t deserve whatever your parent’s have said to you in the past. Ignore those words and listen to mine. You’re the most important person I have in my life. Please stop hurting yourself with those thoughts. The camera may act as my eyes, but without you, I’d have no one to lead the way - and what’s the point in seeing if I don’t know where I’m going? ”


~Cherry L.

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“The Fame is about how anyone can feel famous. Pop culture is art. It doesn’t make you cool to hate pop culture, so I embraced it and you hear it all over The Fame. But, it’s a sharable fame. I want to invite you all to the party. I want people to feel a part of this lifestyle. […] This idea of ‘The Fame’ runs through and through. Basically, if you have nothing—no money, no fame—you can still feel beautiful and dirty rich. It’s about making choices, and having references—things you pull from your life that you believe in. It’s about self-discovery and being creative. The record is slightly focused, but it’s also eclectic. The music is intended to inspire people to feel a certain way about themselves, so they’ll be able to encompass, in their own lives, a sense of inner fame that they can project to the world, and the carefree nature of the album is a reflection of that aura. I like to funnel interesting ideas to the rest of the world through a pop lens.”

Fritz + Escaping the Abuse Cycle

I could be wrong, but I think they’re drawing some interesting parallels between Fritz and Ward here. I mean they’ve danced around it for a while, but now they’ve explicitly introduced the one parental figure who has very intense control over how that person sees the world, and who has shaped the lens through which they view everything else.

And now they’re starting to show Fritz second-guessing his actions, just like they did show Ward second-guessing some of his, particularly in 1x20-1x22.

Now, I have a feeling that they’re building up to a moment - whether or not our Fitz is actually awake (and actually it might work better if he isn’t) - in which this parallel will be put to the test. In which the destiny-doctrine that follows abuse storylines around will be put to the test, and “we all have our demons, they didn’t make any of us into monsters” and “we’re more than our programming,” will come to fruition

Because I have a feeling the difference will be this:

that Ward decided to go with his programming, to eject the Pod even though he felt off/wrong about it, and that set off a series of actions and reactions that spurred him deeper and deeper into Hydra…

while Fitz is going to make the other choice, and say I’m not going to let you make me into a monster. This is not who I am.

Stronger Without Feminism

There’s a huge misconception about feminism and that being a feminist equals being a strong woman and without feminism you are weak woman being held down by “the patriarchy”. 

There are millions of women like myself who are living, breathing proof that this is a false statement, in fact I would say that when I was a feminist I was probably in my weakest mental state.

I was believing that everything that was wrong my life was due to this invisible entity keeping me down, oppressing me and nothing was really the fault of my own choices or behavior because in some way I was always the victim. Just by believing that we live in a big, scary male privileged society that holds women back is automatically saying that all woman are victims.

What I have instead discovered over the past year is that a strong woman means questioning EVERYTHING, researching EVERYTHING - not accepting the information and statistics that I’m given by feminism as facts and and as law. Research the crap out of them and then make up your own mind. 

The wage gap and rape culture are two perfect examples. As a feminist I used these two “atrocities against women” as the ultimate reasons to why we all must be feminists. I decided one day to look into the statistics that my fellow feminists taught me to recite and I was completely shocked to find that it was all fabricated bullshit. I won’t say all - but most of what I was told by feminists was a blatant lie and this is the problem we have with feminism today. 

The young feminists are so outraged by these wage gaps and 1 in 5 rape claims that they just mindlessly run with that narrative and use it to justify being obnoxious loudmouths without taking a single second to research the things that they are screaming and shouting about.

Being a strong woman to me is learning to love myself without anyone else’s approval - that includes woman’s approval. As a feminist I would constantly question myself, I would always be subconsciously desperate for approval from my feminist friends. Now though, I have found that the only way to love yourself is to think for yourself and that’s something you can never, ever do as a feminist. Stepping away from the script is not tolerated in feminism.

Being a strong woman to me is learning self-defense and not expecting the world to be gentle to me because I’m a young fragile feminist. I’ve heard the ever so repeated argument that we shouldn’t have to learn self defense, instead we just need to teach men not to rape - which is an idiotic and careless perspective when you realize that rape is committed by rapists, not MEN.

What this does is takes accountability and responsibility away from ourselves and pigeonholes the other half of the population as potential rapists. We don’t teach young girls how not to drown babies, we don’t teach Muslim students how not to be suicide bombers, we don’t teach black students how not to be criminals. Imagine the reaction if any of these were demanded to be taught in our schools - but teach boys how not to be rapists? Yes! We must!

The sad thing is that this has already become a reality. In our classrooms, young boys are already being told that they’re dangerous and they need to be reprogrammed. This may be a feminist success story but to me, telling young boys they’re dangerous and there’s something wrong with them just for being boys is one of the most sexist and damaging reactions to modern day feminism.

Being a strong woman to me is being okay with taking a man’s advice. There’s every chance that he may know more on a subject than I do. There’s every chance that he’s not the male gazing, patriarchal, sex-crazed dictator that feminism tells me he is and he just wants the best for me.

Being a strong woman to me is being a co-pilot in a relationship instead of just making it into a matriarchy, refusing to carry out any of my “gender roles” and forcing my partner to admit they’re a feminist. Calling yourself a feminist doesn’t make you any better of a person, how could it when it’s just a label? I have heard of many stories where feminists have slept with a guy who called himself a feminist, what a shining knight he must be she thinks… the next day he tells her he’s not a feminist and she erupts into a fit of misandry and probably makes up a rape accusation along the way. It’s quite comical how out of touch with reality and sense we become when we buy into the idea that being a feminist makes you more special than everyone else.

Being a strong woman to me is not blaming the mythical patriarchy and my make believe oppression for my problems. We are the most liberated, equal and capable people in the world yet all feminists do is cry how victimized and helpless they are in this male dominated society. Get out of your safe space, stop taking bullshit degrees that gets you nowhere like gender and women’s studies and start taking responsibility for your life with no excuses. If you lose the mentality of being the perpetual victim and being offended by everything, you’ll start to see that there’s really nothing holding you down or stopping you from achieving anything you want to do. 

Most of the fields which used to be dominated by men are no longer. And the few that still are, that’s only because we have tens of thousands of young, deluded feminists wasting all their time and money on these pointless, cereal-box gender degrees than having the guts to take the more serious degrees that men are doing. There’s nothing stopping women anymore, make the most of your freedoms and opportunity, you have it more than anyone else on Earth. Men are not the enemy. The lies and deceit of feminism is the enemy.

If you are a young feminist and you’re stuck in feminism like I was, I highly encourage you to look into what you have been taught, please research what your peers are saying, don’t just accept them as fact, you need to research them and understand that there may be more to it than what they are telling you. 

Hopefully when you climb out of feminism you will look back and you will first be so embarrassed for what you have said to people like I was but I especially hope you will finally see the world through a normal lens and become a happier and stronger person.