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OKAY SUPERCORP/KARAMEL RANT

**Please read** This all really needs to be said. However, before I go further I want you all to understand that this isn’t meant to be a hate paragraph or to purposefully put those who like Mon-El and/or Karamel down. At this point, all the disagreeing and fighting will do nothing. So I’m asking kindly that if you’re going to add something to this post- that it is filled with positive intent. 

 Anyhow, to my point:

I do watch Supergirl by the way, but I truly believe this concerns a wide variety of people. Whether you’re a fan of The 100, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Walking Dead, or just a person living your life… All I hope is that we all try to grasp the reality of what is truly going on. Now I will centralize this long rant towards Supergirl however. For those of you who don’t know what is going on there is a conflict between fans who ship this character, Mon-El, together with Supergirl/Kara and fans who ship Lena Luthor with Supergirl/Kara. Now, in my humble opinion, the big issue isn’t about straight v.s lgbt people and I will go on about that later… but the fact that she is with someone like Mon-El. Now what do I mean by ‘someone like Mon-El’… before certain people get mad I want to emphasize that I’m simply pointing out what happened in the show. 

This is long as hell just fyi.

1) The way Mon-El reacts to most things is through violence. In fact, the moment he wakes up he chokes Kara. And there’s this: 

(his words in white)

And the scene where Mon-El robs Brian; using his powers for selfish reasons.

He even calls her names. And notice how he does this the moment Kara disagrees with him. A reaction that does more harm than good. On the other hand, when Kara and Lena disagree on something (in ep. 2x03) they simply talk it out. They ask questions, explain, clarify, and come to an understanding.

Now, I’m not here to say that I have NEVER agreed with anything Mon-El has said, actually I applaud him for accepting Maggie and Alex’s relationship the way he did, but that’s just the thing. The opinions/beliefs he has don’t come from himself. Most of what he thinks is based off of what he’s seen on Daxam. He really isn’t at all mature. He isn’t by any means and it’s simply the truth. Now hear me out-

This is what I mean by he isn’t mature: How many times has Kara asked him politely and specifically not to do something but without hesitation still does it? And how many times has he had to beg for forgiveness? 

In addition, he doesn’t have knowledge of what respect truly means. What’s interesting though about this scene in particular- is how it’s supposed to be a ‘funny’ scene. Mon-El’s character is written in as ‘funny’ and ‘aloof’… but it sends a poisonous message- that Kara’s feelings aren’t to be taken seriously. And this show is literally supposed to be about her. Not a guy who thinks it’s his duty to ‘defend her honor’ and then complains about it.

Now I know that this was how people on Daxam acted and their way of life was for the most part, sexist, racist, etc. But that still doesn’t give him an excuse to act the way he does. 

2) Lena herself comes from a family with twisted values as well. She is adopted into the Luthor family and has had close to no friends most of her life. And yet she’s still capable of being a perfectly decent person. 

She does save the alien population not once, but twice. So not only is Lena proved time and time again that she’s a good person, but her relationship with Kara (btw I call it a ‘relationship’ just like the writers do)… is not even close to toxic, detrimental, or abusive. It’s the complete opposite.

Protect yourself”

“I can take care of myself”

3) Being in a healthy relationship is about the effort between two willing people… at the same time, knowing your boundaries whilst encouraging one another.

4) Kara deserves someone who fully acknowledges her efforts and is grateful for them



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ashleythejohnson: Oh hello my beautiful women! Today is International Women’s Day and I’m celebrating ALL OF YOU! There are so many women who have impacted my life and shaped me into the woman I am today.
My kin, my tribe, my bests, my fam. We are strong, spectacular, unique, fearless, silly and phenomenal.
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As she bends for a Kleenex in the dark, I am thinking of other girls: the girl I loved who fell in love with a lion–she lost her head over it–we just necked a lot; of the girl who fell in love with the tightrope, got addicted to getting high wired and nothing else was enough; all the beautiful, damaged women who have come through my life and I wonder what would have happened if I’d met them sooner, what they were like before they were so badly wounded. All this time I thought I’d been kissing, but maybe I’m always doing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, kissing dead girls in hopes that the heart will start again. Where there’s breath, I’ve heard, there’s hope.
—  Daphne Gottlieb
What else do you love about me? // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n and Shawn talk about what they love about each other.

Authors note: Purely wrote this so I could gush about how amazing Shawn is 


“Why are you so hot?” I ask while I layed on the hotel bed, my legs hanging off the side. 

“What?” Shawn laughs, turning around and looking at me through the doorway from the bathroom.

I tilt my head to look at him. “I mean like, I know you go to the gym and everything but you’re face- flawless. I cannot find one flaw on your face,” 

“Is that so?” Shawn hums, his back muscles shifting as he turned the tap off after finishing rinsing his toothbrush.

“I’m not usually one to obsess over looks because personality is key,”

“Are you saying my personality sucks?” Shawn teases, flicking the lights off in the bathroom and he leans against the door frame.

I shoot up right, “Not at all. You’re a 10 out of 10. You have the full package. Good as looks, most amazing personality and you can sing. No wonder you got the chicks swooning,” 

Shawn’s head tips back as he laughs, “I only need one chick to swoon and that’s you,” 

“See, that is what I mean. That right there was perfect,” I point at him as I speak.

“Did it make you swoon?” he says smirking, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Just a little bit,” I grin, flopping back onto the mattress.

“What else do you love about me?” Shawn walks over crawling onto the mattress, laying on his side, head propped up on his hand to look at me.

“You have the softest hair ever. Do you use product? I’ve never seen you put any in but then again, I’m never awake early enough to see if you do anything after your shower,” I trail off, eyes flicking to meet his.

“All natural baby,” he smiles, his eyes warm as they lock with mine.

“Of course it is. I’m seriously considering that you might be a Greek god like Hercules or something. Left on earth to be raised by human parents so you could bless all us humans,”

“Pretty sure I’m human Y/n,” he says laughing.

“To be discussed,”

Silence settles over us, the heater humming creating background noise. Shawn leans closer, his nose brushing my cheek.

“Want to know what I love about you?” He whispers, his breath fanning my face.

“My charm?” I ask, winking at him. A chuckle escapes his lips, his head falling onto my shoulder.

“As much as I love your charm I also love how you always try and find something positive in every situation,” 

“I guess I do that,” I smile softly, pecking his nose.

“You also show so much love to all your friends and family. You don’t halfheartedly love someone, you put your whole soul and body into it,” He kisses my forehead gently. “Thats why I’m so lucky to have you in my life and to be able to receive your love,”

“Dammit Shawn, I’m going to cry,” I let out a shaky laugh.

“Aw baby no, this is meant to be a happy moment,” Shawn tucks some hair behind my ear.

“They’re happy tears don’t worry,” I smile at him, my heart feeling as though it would burst at the sight of the man in front of me.

“You’re also the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says and I gasp.

“But what happened to and I quote ‘she’s not even drop dead gorgeous’,” 

“Y/n,” he laughs, shaking his head at me. 

“Its okay, apparently it kills you anyway,”

For a butch, the experience is almost the polar opposite. Where femmes seem to be incognito, butches are a lightning rod. I can walk down the street with as many femmes as I can find and rarely a single bigot notices. But put me on the arm of an identifiable (i.e., not soft or ambiguous) butch and we’re immediately targets. ‘Femme with butch’ is a potent combination that makes the fearful and insecure take notice. Just as potent is a butch woman alone; her presence speaks before she even opens her mouth to say: ‘I don’t follow your “women rules,”’ and ‘My life is my own.’ That’s an immediately dangerous space to occupy.
—  Jewelle Gomez, “Femme Butch Feminist,”
Persistence: All Ways Butch and Femme (Eds. Ivan E. Coyote & Zena Sharman)

reposting this oldie because these ladies have a special place in my heart 💚💜💛💙❤️ Created this gif a year ago for International Women’s Day and since then it’s traveled the world, made lots of new friends, and kind of magically brought people together. Proud of you, li'l’ gif. And thanks to all the women in my life that give me support and keep me feeling strong 💪💪 Much love!

World’s Best Dad (Part 2)

Originally posted by hugwinchester

Summary: The reader heads to the Winchesters for her date with Dean…

Part 1

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Gah, daddy!Dean is too cute…


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Happy Mother’s Day

Words cannot express how truly grateful I am for these two women. I put my mom through so much and she continues to support and love me. She raised 5 kids, four of her own and one just kinda fell into her care but she never complained once. And I still don’t know to this day how she did it. If you know me, you know I never shut up about my mama ‘cause I love this woman so much. Kendra gave me that beautiful little girl right there and as much as I tell her thank you and I appreciate you every day, I still feel like it’s not enough. We promised each other that we would would coparent and that our priority would be Hazel’s happiness the day she was born. We’ve done that so far and I’m beyond thankful for her.. 

anonymous asked:

Headcannons for dating Zack Taylor (from the reboot pls) bc I just rlly love him a lot!! Thank you!

Ohhh you aren’t the only one! He’s so perfect! I think I might fight you over him… but here you go! Hope they meet your expectations! Xoxo

(I made the reader the white ranger)

Originally posted by casailes

•He met you the same time as everyone at the mines 

•He flirted with all the girls at the beginning which really annoyed all of you, but eventually he just focused on you

•During practice you two were always paired together because Jason and Billy worked together, and so did Trini and Kimberly. 

      -It took a bit of work but soon you two were excellent at fighting each other, and when fighting the creatures of Rita’s army- you worked as a great team. 

•The team always called you guys exact opposites, Zack was always willing to run head first at anything, while you were more cautious and analytical  

      -When you morphed for the first time- Zack into his Black ranger suit and you into your white suit, the two of you burst out laughing- looks like the team had been right 

•He’s overly protective, like… anyone who might hurt you should watch out, and  

      -During fights, he’s willing to do anything just to stay by your side.  

•So much PDA, but I mean… it’s Zack so you don’t mind. 

       -He almost always has some form of physical contact between to two of you, especially at school 

•He asks you to go meet his mom, “I want the two most important women in my life to meet.”

      -his mom adores you, and even Though Zack has to translate, you still love spending time with the both of them 

•He’s high key super romantic? Like you would never guess but between all the cheesy pick up lines and the ass-kicking he’s sooo sweet. He brings you roses or candy if your feeling down and just always knows what to say

       -for your birthday he planned this adorable moonlight picnic at the mines above the lake and you guys just sit and talk all night long

•He’s a nerd omg, ask him about superheroes or classic movies and he’s got about 40 random facts about each 

       -and then “You know who my favorite superhero of all is?” And he  leans super close and look you fully in the eye “me!” And then he starts laughing so hard cause he thinks this is great and you just roll your eyes slowly grinning at how adorable he is

•Zack is a great listener, like no matter what you want to talk about he’s ready to listen 

•You just love and support one another  and are always there whenever you are needed 

(Feel free to add onto it!)

“There’s been a bit of a sad moment for her. She’s sitting on a car, waiting for everyone to come out, and she’s clearly been upset. The guys come out of the building and Harley turns around and kinda just wipes away the tears and is suddenly happy again. I was just like “Oh god, she’s hurting so much but she’s making a joke.”
That is so what women do. It’s like, women totally do that for the sake of not making it uncomfortable for family members, to like, put on a brave face for their kids. I watched my mom, I watched so many women in my life, and it’s just like, they will swallow all of that and just… Women are tough, man.“

- Margot Robbie

Fellas what is it that you love about black women? It could be anything from the way they walk, talk, dress, their confidence, swagger and demeanor, etc.

I love how strong willed and focused black women are w/ certain things, being able to do a multitude of things at once and getting them accomplished with no problems at all. In the midst of chaos and uncertainty around y'all, no matter what y'all remain calm, cool and unfazed by the madness going on around y'all and I love that about black women! I love a independent black woman as well, who doesn’t need shit because she has her own, like “nah nigga I’m good, I got my own thing going on.” 😏 I admire that about a black woman! I love how they can be both classy and aggressive when need be! Ain’t nothing like a black woman with a lil sass and feistyness in her! I like how black women smell when y'all get out of the shower using some freshly scented perfume, body oil or lotion on your mocha and chocolate skin with it glistening all over ya body looking like a black nubian goddess! I love a black woman’s attitude and demeanor whenever we’re feeling down, at our lowest they’ll rub our backs with comfort & encourage us like “come here baby, it’ll be okay, you can do this.” I love how supportive black women are through our ups & downs as men, when niggas are successful, they are there supporting & when we fuck up and do dumb shit, black women are still supportive & loyal to us even when we don’t deserve it and need a good kick in the ass at times. That’s love and I appreciate that from y'all! ❤😘. It’s imperative that we as black men stand by black women and support them as much as they stand by us, that’s not asking for too much! As much as they support us even with our bullshit, that’s the least we can do! Also, learn to appreciate them and adore them by telling them nice things without wanting or expecting something in return (sex). But back on topic, I love a woman who doesn’t need to get dolled up in order to look good. I like a sweatpants, hair tied, chillin with no make up on type of girl who’s not worried about shit! I know y'all like to look good and feel sexy, but you don’t necessarily need your nails or your hair done to feel good or look sexy. Whether you have long hair or you keep it short with a bob or fade, whether you have small titties, big titties, the biggest ass or no ass at all, if you’re confident and content w/ your looks then baby girl own that shit and do you! You gotta have confidence & swag, like you know you’re the shit regardless of how u look. That’s sexy to me, when a girl can own a room regardless of how she looks and feel like she’s the shit no matter who else is there! Ooooh yeah did a nigga mention personality yet? Man I love a black woman who can laugh and crack jokes at the slightest lil thing like when a nigga trips over his own feet. I love women who like to laugh and crack jokes on a nigga that wil have me busting a gut from laughing so hard at them! Nothing like a black woman who can make me laugh and smile a lot!😏 I love y'all overall excitement and joy in anything that interests you or that you find appealing. I also like how y'all get excited about something or think something is nice and y'all say “Awwwwww, baaaaaaaaby” or “oooohhhhh look Bae, look look” or when a favorite song comes on and y'all start vibing to it singing, dancing and snapping your fingers. Y'all are so damn cute when y'all light up with excitement like that!😏 Nobody else will hold black men down like a black woman, y'all are the only ones who see beyond our struggle, our pain, our tragedies and see us for who we really are and uplift us from those things just by providing love and support to us. Y'all will have our backs when nobody else will, and treat us like kings with love and respect with arms open wide when everybody else has pushed us aside! Being raised by a single, strong willed black mother, it’s imperative that I find Everlasting love with my black queen and treat her like one so that we may have beautiful black daughters and raise them up to be treated as queens by us and their future husbands. Nobody have our backs like y'all black queens and I’m appreciative and thankful for all the black women not only in my life, but in the lives of all black men if I can speak for the rest my brothas. We appreciate & love y'all. 😘✊🏾

anonymous asked:

how can lesbians be good allies for bi girls? im a lesbian and im genuinely curious bc ofc i want to be a good ally and was wondering if u had any tips/advice seeing as ur bi thnk u!!!!

Ah, well here’s the thing. I don’t believe that lesbians and bi women are so removed from each other that they have to practice ally politics in the way that, say, a straight person has to with a gay person, or a white person has to with a person of color, or a cis person with a trans person. Lesbians and bi women obviously have unique experiences and specific manifestations of oppression that do not carry over to the other group. That being said, lesbians and bi women share numerous experiences. We’re both same-gender attracted women. So I don’t consider lesbians to be a group of people who need to “work” to be “good allies” with bi women or vice versa because we are oppressed along the same axis and thus aren’t capable of oppressing each other. This is probably a pretty unpopular opinion, but I have always conceived of lesbians and bi women having identities that imply an inherent solidarity between the two, one that we don’t have to “work toward” but rather one that we have to work to actively remember and recognize as historically and contemporarily present despite schisms. As I’ve stated before, lesbian separatists and bisexual separatists may conceptualize other groups as people to actively avoid, but because we exist on and are thus oppressed along the same axis, I have always interpreted the “separation” between us as recently created but not actually potent enough to be a form of “oppression”. 

Moreover, our groups are not monolithic or cohesive. I practice solidarity with lesbians of color because I am a woman of color, and I prioritize brown lesbians over white bisexual women because I am a brown woman. In my own life, this issue of lbpq women being “allies” to each other has never been an issue because all of the lbpq women in my life, most of whom are women of color, tacitly understand that we exist and love together and that we fight together. 

So I really am sorry if anyone on this godforsaken website has made it seem as if lesbians are oppressing bisexual women or that lesbians have something to answer for. Biphobic lesbians/lesbian separatists aside, bisexual women value lesbians and cherish them, just as lesbians cherish bi women. 

The matter of solidarity and love between us occurs when we learn how to navigate lateral aggression with rationality, empathy, patience, and compassion. Listening to each other’s experiences, sharing our thoughts, not being afraid to criticize bad rhetoric (without dissolving into reactionary rhetoric), actively working to prioritize and center each other in our politics, encouraging and supporting the younger members of our community, not assuming that our experiences speak for the entirety of a sub-group, not conflating bad seeds with the entirety of a sub-group, and being committed to loving each other wholeheartedly while emphasizing our points of commonality AND discussing our points of divergence/uniqueness - this is how lesbians and bi women heal from lateral aggression and come together. 

Alone For The Weekend

Just something I wrote a while ago, thought I’d share it with all of you!!


Harry’s POV


My alarm went off and I realised that it was 7am. Too early to wake up on a Friday. I shut off the annoying alarm and reached over to the other side of the bed, where my wife always slept, but she wasn’t there. I panicked and spoke her name in a worried tone.

“I’m here, Harry.” Her voice came from behind me.

I rolled over onto my other side and saw her standing by the large built-in wardrobe, closing the sliding glass mirror. She was all dressed and her suitcase was up against the wall. It hit me again. My wife was leaving today. She was going to spend three days away from home, in Italy with two of her girlfriends, which left me to look after our two little girls. It wasn’t that I didn’t like spending time with my daughters. I loved it but I had never been left alone with them for longer than 24 hours. This was going to be a new experience for me. (Y/N) saw the look on my face and sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her hand over my bare forearm.

“I’ll be back on Monday morning, babe.”

“It seems like you’re going for longer than that.” I sighed.

“Harry, I’ve coped without you for months at a time, when you went on tour and when you were filming Dunkirk. I’m certain you can last for three days without me.” She said sweetly and leaned down to kiss me. I locked my arm around her neck and pulled her further down, deepening the kiss. My other arm went around her waist and I tugged her onto the bed so that we lay side-by-side. She squealed and I smiled, reconnecting our lips. I was going to be without her kisses for three days. I was going to be without her hugs for three days. The scent of her hair, the fragrance of her skin, making love to her, I wouldn’t have any of it for three whole days. Sure, I had been away from her for months but since finishing Dunkirk and my first solo album, I finally had time for my family and I had gotten used to having my wife around every day. Now, she was the one that was leaving. I didn’t want to let her go but the pressure of her hands on my chest made me release her slightly.

“If you keep kissing me like that, babe, I’ll never leave.” She murmured, burying her face in my neck. I’d love that. But she needed this holiday. The kids exhausted her, I could see it. My girl deserved a bit of fun and relaxation with her girlfriends.

“You have to go. Fae and Lara will kill me if I stop you from going on your little trip.” I said. My wife giggled and looked at me with the big eyes that I had fallen for so deeply very early on.

“Look after the girls for me, Harry.”

“I will, I promise.”

“I should say goodbye to them now. Then I’m going.”

My wife hopped off the bed and picked her handbag off the floor. She pecked my lips one last time and nuzzled her nose against mine.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).” I said, kissing her cheek warmly. She slowly pulled away and in her eyes were the first flood of tears, sparkling brightly. She held them back and took hold of the suitcase handle, opening the bedroom door. My gaze locked to hers for the final time as she blew me a kiss, closing the door, disappearing from the sight.

She was gone.

I lay on my back, in a bed that suddenly seemed too big for just me, the ceiling blank and boring. Because she was gone, everything had been leeched of colour and soul. She lit up this room, this house, this life. My life. I didn’t know how long I stayed in bed for. It must have been at least an hour and I knew that my wife was no longer in the house now, on her way to the airport with Fae and Lara. I dozed in and out of sleep, hardly getting more than 10 minutes because I couldn’t sleep without my girl in my arms. It was a bad sign. How am I going to go to sleep tonight without her? A loud voice cracked me, coming from somewhere down the hall.

“Daddy!”

I rubbed my face with my hands, sighing. It’s started already.

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