these women want none of your

“If you take anything from this eight years of us being in this White House, I want you to take that message with you, particularly all the young people here today, all the young women here today. I want you to see that it does not matter what you look like, it doesn’t matter how much money your parents have—none of that matters. Skin color, gender is the most ridiculous defining trait that we cling to. It doesn’t matter.

What matters is that you believe in your own potential, and that’s for sure. You have to believe in you first. Because people will try to tear you down, I guarantee you that. There will never be a point at which people will 100 percent be cheering you on. So when you hit those barriers in life, all you have is your belief in yourself. That’s all you have to fall back on.

What also matters is how hard you’re willing to work.  Because none of this is easy—and it’s not supposed to be.  Because then everybody could do it, right? How much work you want to put into the things you care about—President Obama works very hard.  He is a serious man who takes his job seriously. And we are counting on you to be that in whatever you choose to be, whether it’s science or math or dance or teaching—you name it. None of these men and women here achieved what they achieved without working hard at it and making some sacrifices and overcoming a lot of failure. So we want you to take that away.

As Katherine Johnson has said—and these are her words—she said, ‘Stick with it. No matter the problem, it can be solved.’ And that’s really good advice. Look at this eight years. We were supposed to be hidden. People didn’t even want to believe we were real. But here we are, eight years later.

But it’s up to all of you, our young people, to continue that legacy.” —First Lady Michelle Obama speaking at a screening of the film Hidden Figures

au where sokka is trans because in the water tribe it’s not so much about your genitals say as it is about what your heart says.

traditionally, in the southern water tribe the women are the benders, healers, spiritual leaders, and homemakers. the men are the warriors and hunters. most children spend time with the men and the women to decide which part of village life they’d like to partake in. and sokka, well he’s always wanted to be a warrior just like his dad.

none of the gaang ever really talk about it. katara is used to the concept. aang doesn’t care because they had a similar concept in the air nomads. toph really doesn’t give a shit and actually really likes the idea that sokka chose to be masculine.

i want to scream this from the rooftops but i’ll settle for a text post: black transgender women who love women are amazing.

it’s often assumed that black trans women are gross, some type of abomination, or in some way repulsive. none of this is true. you are the backbones of civilization, rays of sunshine when so much evil exists in the world, transcendent.

and for you to be a black trans wlw? i cannot describe in the parameters of one post how much your existence blesses this world, how your every step graces everyone who witnessed you walk.

you’ve been through hell and back just trying to survive in the world, and it’s disgusting what so many will do to try to keep you down, they know your power and your might, they fear it and they want to crush your spirit. don’t let them.

may you find love in the most favorable of conditions, kiss who you wish openly and with no hesitation, hold the hand of who you wish tightly before the world and fuck anyone who disagrees.

you are ethereal and the world is much more beautiful with you in it.

shoutout to all my immortal greek ladies destroying the patriarchy

athena out there reminding everyone women can do math

aphrodite don’t want none of your bullshit about needing to be thin, young, and white to be beautiful

artemis being happily man-less and running with an awesome group of ladies instead

hera is the actual Queen and don’t you dare forget that motherhood doesn’t put an end to the rest of your life

persephone wasn’t even actually kidnapped in the original, homegirl just wandered down to explore and fell in love with hades

demeter keeps you alive guys i mean she’s the goddess of agriculture women can totally provide for ourselves what are you talking about

Writing Prompts!

Hello Guys! So a while back I was thinking about coming up with some angsty, fluffy, and smutty writing prompts for everyone! And since I won’t be able to do any of these for now, I would be more than happy if you guys want to use them for inspiration or fics/drabbles! 💕 


Fluff:

1.      “I’m not much into books, but I’d love to hear you read for me.”

2.      “My bed has grown bigger, and colder ever since you left.”

3.      “I have been with countless of other women, but none of them have given me the warmth and satisfaction that you have.”

4.      “Your scent gives me life.”

5.      “Well, there certainly is one thing that’s more beautiful than these stars.”

6.      “Do you still remember our first time together?”

7.      “If there’s anything that would make you more beautiful than being naked, it’s that wedding dress.”

8.      “Yes, I may have a cold heart, but that does not mean that it doesn’t burn when you’re with me.”

9.      “You said you wanted us to see the world, but—I am afraid that I am already looking at mine.”

10.   “I am stronger with you.”

Angst:

11.   “Let me suffer all for you.”

12.   “I have been betrayed, stepped upon, and thrown around like a stray dog…and this is what you came to tell me?”

13.   “You can dream all you want, but to think that I could ever be with a monster like you is beyond fantasy.”

14.   “I am sorry that this has happened to you, but I cannot stay here, not anymore.”

15.   “What part of stay away from me can’t you comprehend?”

16.   “Look at you, walking this road all alone with no family nor friends to help you. I am deeply touched.”

17.   “You’re a dead man walking, nothing’s left in you but drying flesh and brittle bones.”

18.   “If it is my life you desire, then take it already.”

19.   “There was one thing she/he told me before she/he died, and it was that she/he wanted me to suffer. And I fear that it’s happening.”

20.   “So, you’re trying to tell me that…everything I have believed in, was nothing but a lie?”

 

Smut:

21.   “I’ll be back to finish you off. Stay here.”

22.   “Do you think that you could just wear that and get away with it?”

23.   “Let me put this belt to good use.”

24.   “You’re making me want to do things to you.”

25.   “This bed won’t handle what we are about to do…”

26.   “I just want to bend you over this desk.”

27.   “You never struck me as the dominant one, but please don’t stop.”

28.   “Let me feel your hands in my hair, as you scratch my back.”

29.   “Oh this? Guess it’s just another one of your bruises.”

30.   “If you can still walk after this, then I’m not done with you just yet.”

I Love You, Still

Originally posted by canonspngifs


Pairings:
Dean x reader & (kind of) Chuck Bass x reader
Words: 997
Part: 1/?
Warnings: None that I’m aware of.
Summary: You live in the Upper East Side of New York and run into your high school sweetheart, Dean who you haven’t seen in years. 
A/N: This is a cross-over between Gossip Girl and Supernatural that I’ve been wanting to write this for a while, you don’t need to know anything about Gossip Girl and there won’t be any spoilers (if there are I’ll put it in the warning) I hope you guys enjoy it, this part was a little bland due to its just the beginning. Feedback on if you want me to continue this series would be much appreciated!

Part 2


Hundreds of people chat amongst you, none of which speak to you. Elegant people sway together in tune with the quiet orchestra, snobby women boss around waiters and rich men smoke cigars and gloat about their new investments.

You watch them from your corner, isolated from their world. No matter how many times you practiced walking in your heels, or how many galas you attended, or how much you spent on fine dresses, you felt as if you’d never fit in. This wasn’t your world, it was merely an extended vacation you’d spend an eternity in, the luxury life was enchanting, but you still yearn for something more.

With a sigh you set your champagne glass down causing the crystal to sing when it hits the table, you pinch your golden gown and raise your dress to maneuver around fellow guests, your stilettos click against the hardwood beneath you as you make your way towards the exit.

You squeeze through laughing bodies and ignore catcalls from drunk men, wanting to be as far away as possible. Without warning, a body slams against you, you murmur hushed apologies to the stranger while trying to regain your balance.

“Y/N?” you lock with the green orbs you haven’t seen in years.

“Dean?” your voice was barely audible, in awe at the gorgeous man in front of you. You open your mouth to speak but no words could form, he seems just as surprised as you, his eyes wander all over your body taking in your appearance. “I was just about to go get some fresh air,” your voice gets lost somewhere in the background noise, but he heard you clearly, “Would you like to join me?” you invite, he nods in response following you out of the crowded room.

The air nips at your arms when the both of you step into the night and out of the noise, Dean shrugs off his suit jacket and sets the fabric around your shoulders, you give him a hushed ‘thank you’ not denying the warmth. “There’s a diner not too far from here, would you like dinner?” Dean shoves his hands into his pockets to keep them from the chilly air, you suddenly feel guilty for taking his jacket.

“Dinner sounds great.” the walk to the diner was filled with an awkward silence neither of you knew how to break. Car horns wail into the night, voices fill the air, and loud music pools out of open windows and into the wind. You pass rows of sleeping houses and busy night clubs, you were surrounded by pavement and it felt as if either of you weren’t allowed to leave.

A bell chimes as you enter the diner, a familiar smile greets you when you step into the dimly lit building. “Y/N, it’s great to see you again!” a plump woman jabbers behind the counter.

“Hello, Maria, it’s as if you didn’t see me just last week.” Maria hobbles over to the menus and leads you two towards your usual spot.

“I never seat anyone here but my favorite customer,” Maria whispers to Dean and shoots you a wink before making her way back to the front of her restaurant.

“I come here a lot,” you explain seating yourself from across Dean, “To get away from the noise, to feel like I’m at home again.” You open your menu as Dean situates himself. “So tell me, Mr. Winchester,” you look up already knowing what you’re going to order, “What brings you to the Upper East Side of New York?”

“I’m working on a case, I’m a detective.” he explains placing his menu to the side, ready to order.

“Oh really? That sounds interesting, do you travel a lot for your job or are you usually in one place?” you question.

“I’ve traveled all over the country, but usually they keep me local back in Lawrence.” just the sound of your hometown made your heart ache. Maria appears handing you both waters and quickly scribbling down Dean’s order, not bothering to ask you what you wanted, for she already knew the answer. “You’re married?” Dean’s voice falters, your eyes follow his stare, right to your hand exposing an exquisite diamond. Disappointment buries in your stomach, suddenly wishing Dean never saw the jewel.

“Engaged,” you admit, not daring to meet his eyes.

“He’s a lucky man.” a thick silence covered you both, this time only momentarily. “Well, what’s new besides that you’re a bride-to-be?” you clear the awkwardness out of your throat, excited to tell him what you’ve accomplished in the past few years.

“I graduated from Yale like I planned, I got my masters in English. At the end of senior year, I published one of my books and it became a bestseller and now I’m here.” your hand motions around the nearly empty room referencing New York. “I met Chuck shortly after I moved here and everything worked out I suppose.” you look down at the ring he gave you, you couldn’t even muster a smile.

“Are you happy?” he inquired,

“Excuse me?” your head leans to the side, not understanding his question.

“Are you happy?” his question hits somewhere deep inside you, it breaks open a wall you’ve glued shut ever since you arrived in the Upper East Side of New York. You always assumed you were, how couldn’t you be? You have an abundance of money, an extremely successful job, a gorgeous home, a fiancé who’s been nothing but great towards you. What was missing?

“I don’t know.” you admit, “I feel like I just need a break, I need to get away from New York and work. I want to feel like a person again.” Dean nods along as you ramble on.

“I’m going back to Lawrence tomorrow morning, why don’t you come back with me and spend a week or so there and come back?” he offers.

“I think I need that,” you nod at his idea, opening up a new conversation, already tired of hearing about yourself.

Over the course of the meal you learn about everything you’ve missed over the past years, Sam recently got engaged to a beautiful girl Jess, Dean raves about how perfect she is for his little brother. He mentions John and Mary’s wedding anniversary is the coming weekend and couldn’t wait for them to see you again. The night was filled with long conversations and bad jokes as if nothing had changed since high school, you almost forgot it had.

You were the last couple to stumble out of Maria’s diner, your laughter fills the chilly air around you, Dean shares stories of past cases you couldn’t believe to be true and you rave about crazy frat parties you used to attend, the awkwardness evaporates with each passing laugh and each passing story.

The dreaded moment came all too soon, you find yourself standing outside of the apartment building you call home, the laughter subsides and frowns curl on both of your lips. Dean clears his throat and pushes the large glass door open for you. The lobby air was warm against your skin, the only sound arises from the fountain in the center of the large room. Dean’s eyebrows raise at the luxury space he stands in, unacquainted with the normalities of the Upper East Side.

“I guess this is goodbye until morning.” You turn to the boy you once loved, for a moment he looks the same, you see the same cheekbones and the same smile, you still get captivated by the brilliance of his green eyes. “This is yours,” you remove his jacket exposing your bare arms once again.

“I’ll meet you here tomorrow morning, we’ll grab coffee or something before we head to the airport.” Dean explains taking his jacket from you, “You looked stunning tonight, as always.” he leans close to your ear, placing a quick kiss to your cheek before turning out of the building and back to wherever he’s staying for the evening.

You step out of the elevator door and into your home sneaking in as quietly as you could, your dress drags behind you as you step out of your heels and onto the tile. You maneuver in the darkness not wanting to wake your sleeping groom as you make your way into the bathroom. You tear off the expensive fabric and toss it to the side of the large space, you rip out hair accessories, and scrub your face free of makeup until it feels almost raw. You stare at the girl you once knew but only a stranger stands before you, you search for the girl you once were and for a moment you swear you found her, but she’s gone as soon as she came, she leaves you feeling more alone than before.

You slip into a nightgown and into the sheets beside Chuck who stirs awake at your sudden presence. “There you are, where have you been?” his voice croaks, his throat unfamiliar with his voice.

“I needed to get some air.” you lie, pulling the sheets over the both of you, “I’m having major writer’s block and need to escape New York for the week, I’m flying to Paris tomorrow morning.” his arms snake around you, pulling your body closer to his own.

“Okay darling, anything for you.” he kisses your ear softly before falling back into a deep slumber. You stare into the darkness aching for sleep that refuses to come, your phone buzzes on the night table, illuminating the bedroom with light.

“Tonight was great, see you tomorrow. -D”

You smile at his simple words remembering the late night conversations you would have often with the same man so long ago. Your eyes flutter slowly and soon you drift off into a deep sleep thinking about the boy you’ve never stopped loving.

prayer request

another catholic-christian friend (who I am not tagging out of discretion and they can reblog this if they want) and I are trying hard to go to the UN in two weeks, to the commission on the status of women. We feel “Stepping Out” here is the right thing to do, for truth and true mercy.

please add us and our mission to your mass intentions, your rosaries, your prayer intentions, etc. Please storm heaven on our behalf and on behalf of the people we might speak to. We trust God will take care of us and show us what to do, but a covering of prayer is always good. None of us are above asking for prayer.

please please. and pass it around. that we would be docile and malleable and open to all God’s will and all God’s ways without regard for ourselves or our agendas.

and please please please pray regularly (esp at Mass) for the conversion of all world leaders, conversion of the whole world, the end of satan’s power, for the whole world to trust in the TRUE Mercy of God with all its heart, for the triumph of the immaculate heart, the souls in purgatory, that vast and wide healing would take place so all people could be reconciled to the truth through True Mercy, for the end of all false and anti- mercy. that no souls would go to hell each day solely through the mercy of God so that the devil cannot steal souls, for the conversion of people’s hearts and wills and healing in their wills and understandings, pray big, big prayers always submitted to God’s Holy Will and trust that it isn’t your strength that answers them, but only His Goodness, like St. Therese indicated. “Thy Will Be Done”, His will is always love and mercy itself.

If somebody comes to your door selling a home security system and asks if you have one, always say yes.

If they ask which company, tell them it’s none of their business.

Many people looking for homes to rob will come to your door asking about security systems. It gives them a chance to case the home and look for weaknesses like if you don’t have a dog or if the house is homed by women or the elderly.

Edit: Great advice from /u/OA27

Furthermore, document the encounter to the best of your ability. This is not the time you want to shoo someone away immiediately. Be comfortable being uncomfortable and without escalating the situation, ask as many questions as you can. Who are you with (even if they lie, they likely have told that lie before), contact numbers, etc. Did they come in a vehicle? Take the plates down, make, model, any damage to the vehicle. Which direction did they go in, did they talk to any neighbors.

Classic Books Ask Meme
  • To Kill a Mockingbird: What is your favorite childhood memory?
  • Heart of Darkness: Where would you love to travel?
  • Little Women: Do you have siblings? If so, how do you get along with them?
  • And Then There Were None: What's the worst thing you've ever done and gotten away with?
  • 1984: Do you keep your online life separate from your real life?
  • The Great Gatsby: Do you consider yourself materialistic?
  • The Catcher in the Rye: How do you like to spend your free time?
  • Moby Dick: What is one thing you've always wanted to achieve, but never could?
  • Lord of the Flies: Are you more a leader or a follower?
  • The Importance of Being Earnest: If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
  • Brave New World: Do you think ignorance is bliss?
  • Treasure Island: What object holds the most importance to you?
  • The Picture of Dorian Gray: If you could stay young forever, would you?
  • The Secret Garden: What's the best gift anyone ever gave you?
  • A Christmas Carol: What is one thing you'd want to change about yourself?
  • Hatchet: Do you think you could survive in the wilderness?
  • The Grapes of Wrath: What's the worst job you've ever had to do?
  • Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant: How is your relationship with your parents?
  • The House of Mirth: Can money make you happy?
  • Lucky Jim: Do you like your job? Why or why not?
  • The Time Machine: Which historical era would you most like to visit?
  • Scoop: Do you trust the media? Why or why not?
  • The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: How do you deal with homesickness?
  • A Prayer for Owen Meany: Would you sacrifice your life to save someone else's?
  • Charlotte's Web: Describe yourself in one word.
  • The Five People You Meet in Heaven: Whose life have you impacted the most?
  • Matilda: What magical power would you like to have?
  • A Midsummer Night's Dream: What is your worst dating experience?

anonymous asked:

Are you a terf/radfem...?

See, this kind of post is a trick question. All you have to do is read my blog to see where I stand politically.

What you’re trying to do is either get me into some sort of virtue signaling behavior, making me publically denounce other women. Alternatively, you want me to confess to a thought-crime, thus making me fair game for harrassment.

You will get none of those from me. Read my blog and get your own conclusions.

cosmopolitan.com
You Have to Read This Request From an Abortion Clinic Worker
Her advice applies to so much more than abortion.

“Our legislators think it is their business to know the reasons why you had an abortion,” the clinic worker began. “There is no good reason for the state to be asking these questions other than they want to shame you and make you feel like you need to explain yourself and justify your decision to people who know nothing about you or your life.”

“So here’s my request for you, fellow women,” she continued. “If you find yourself in a waiting room filling out paperwork for an abortion and they ask you what your reason is — if you could go ahead and write NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, it gives me great joy to write that on the reports. Or if you’re not feeling so hostile, ‘It’s a personal decision’ is fine.”

White women’s opinion of black women & a brother’s response Please take a moment and read this. Pretty Deep!

It seems that an article was written to Sister 2 Sister magazine by a Caucasian woman who requested a response from black men. I’m so glad she got what she asked for (and more) !!!

Dear Jamie:
I’m sorry but I would like to challenge some of your Black male readers. I am a White female who is engaged to a Black male-good-looking, educated and loving. I just don’t understand a lot of Black female’s attitudes about our relationship. My man decided he wanted me because the pickings amongst Black women were slim to none. As he said they were either too fat, too loud, too mean, too argumentative, too needy, too materialistic or carrying too much excess baggage. Before I became engaged, whenever I went out I was constantly approached by Black men, willing to wine and dine me and give me the world. If Black women are so up in arms about us being with their men, why don’t they look at themselves and make some changes. I am tired of the dirty looks I get and snide remarks when we’re out in public. I would like to hear from some Black men about why we are so appealing and coveted by them. Bryant Gumbel just left his wife of 26 years for one of us Charles Barkley, Scottie Pippen, the model Tyson Beckford, Montell Williams, Quincy Jones, James Earl Jones, Harry Belafonte, Sydney Poitier, Kofi Anan, Cuba Gooding Jr., Don Cornelius, Berry Gordy, Billy Blanks, Larry Fishburne, Wesley Snipes… I could go on and on. But, right now, I’m a little angry and that is why I wrote this so hurriedly. Don’t be mad with us White women because so many of your men want us. Get your acts together and learn from us and we may lead you to treat your men better. If I’m wrong, Black men, let me know. 

Disgusted White Girl, Somewhere in VA.


RESPONSE

Dear Jamie:
I would like to respond to the letter written by A Disgusted White Girl. Let me start by saying that I am a 28-year old black man. I graduated from one of the most prestigious universities in Atlanta, Georgia with a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Business Management. I have a good job at a major corporation and have recently purchased a house. So, I consider myself to be among the ranks of successful black men. I will not use my precious time to slander white people. I just want to set the record straight of why black men date white women. Back in the day, one of the biggest reasons why black men dated white women was because they were considered easy. The black girls in my neighborhood were raised in the church. They were very strict about when they lost their virginity and who they lost it to. Because of our impatience to wait, brothers would look for someone who would give it up easy without too much hassle. So, they turned to the white girls. Nowadays, in my opinion, a lot of brothers date white women because they are docile and easy to control. A lot of black men, because of insecurities, fears, and overall weaknesses, have become intimidated by the strength of our black women. We are afraid that our woman will be more successful than us, make more money than us, drive nicer cars and own bigger houses.

Because of this fear, many black men look for a more docile woman. Someone we can control. I have talked to numerous black men and they continuously comment on how easy it is to control and walk over their white women. I just want to set the record straight. I want A Disgusted White Girl to know that not all successful black men date white women. Brothers like Ahmad Rashad, Denzel Washington, Michael Jordan, Morris Chestnut, Will Smith, Blair Underwood, Kenneth “Babyface” Edmonds, Samuel L. Jackson, and Chris Rock all married strong black women And, to flip the script, there are numerous white men, in and out of the spot light, who openly or secretly desire black women over white women. Ted Danson, Robert DeNiro, and David Bowie to name a few. I just don’t want a disgusted white girl to be misinformed Stop thinking that because you are white that you are some type of goddess. Remember, when black Egyptian Queens like Hatsepshut and Nitorcris were ruling Dynasties and armies of men in Egypt, you were over in the caves of Europe eating raw meat and beating each other over the head with clubs.

Read your history! It was the black woman that taught you how to cook and season your food. It was the black woman that taught you how to raise your children. It was black women who were breast feeding and raising your babies during slavery. It is the black woman that had to endure watching their fathers, husbands, and children beaten, killed, and thrown in jail. Black women were born with two strikes against them: being black and being a woman. And, through all this, Still They Rise! It is because of the black women’s strength, elegance, power, love and beauty that I could> never> date anyone except my black Queen. It is not just the outer beauty that captivates and draws me to them. It is not the fact that they come in all shapes, sizes, colors and shades that I love them. Their inner beauty is what I find most appealing about black women. Their strong spirit, loving and nurturing souls, their integrity, their ability to overcome great obstacles, their willingness to stand for what they believe in, and their determination to succeed and reach their highest potential while enduring great pain and suffering is why I have fallen in love with black women. I honestly believe that your anger is geared more toward jealousy and envy more so than snotty looks. If this were not so, then why do you continuously go to tanning salons to darken your skin? If you are so proud to be white, then why don’t you just be happy with your pale skin? Why do you continue to inject your lips, hips, and breasts with unnatural and dangerous substances so you can look fuller and more voluptuous? I think that your anger is really a result of you wanting to have what the black woman has.

BOTTOM LINE:
If I were looking for a docile woman, someone I can walk over and control, I would give you a call. But, unfortunately, I am looking for a Virtuous Woman. Someone that can be a good wife and mother to my children. Someone who can be my best friend and understands my struggles. I am looking for a soul mate. I am looking for a sister and; unfortunately, you do not and CANNOT fit the bill. No offense taken, none given. 

Signed, Black Royalty

I don't dance (laf x reader)

Did you know that Lafayette couldn’t dance? He was so extremely clusmby while dancing. So, this fact made me had a idea. How about a Lafayette x reader where there is this big ball coming up and Lafayette wants to invite to reader but he can’t dance so the reader teaches him to dance? Thank you in advance. ~anon

A/N: thanks for the request. I would have thought that since he came from a rich family he would be like a dance machine that swept women off their feet, but i guess you learn something new every day :). Ps while writing this i had i don’t dance from high school musical stuck in my head.
Warnings: none

“So Y/N, are you going to the Winter Ball with the french fry?” your best friend from your childhood, John Laurens asked. He had been the one who set you guys up, and it was a perfect match, you guys had been dating for three month and couldn’t be happier.
“Well no, he hasn’t asked me, yet, but i’m sure he will within a couple of day,” you replied with some hope in your voice. You couldn’t think of a reason as to why lafayette would not ask you to the ball. Everything was going well in your relationship, at least that’s what you thought.
“Okay, just wondering, because the rest of us have our dates,” John was going with Martha, Alex with Eliza, and Hercules with Elizabeth.
“He’ll definitely ask soon, but I’ve got to go,” you said, getting up and saying goodbye to John.

Later in the week, when you were hanging out wit Lafayette, you decided to confront him about the ball..
“So Laf, a little birdie told me about an upcoming ball,” you said in no way subtle about it.
“Ahh, yes the Winter Ball,” he sounded as if you just reminded him about it for the first time in a while.
“Yeah, I heard that the other guys are taking their dates there,” you said about as subtle as an explosion.
“I would love to take you mademoiselle, but there is one problem, je ne peux danser.” he mumbled the last part
“Laf,” you giggled, “You know i’m not that fluent in french.”
In a much slower voice he said, “Je ne peux danser.”
“English please?”
Finally in a defeated tone he spoke, “I can not dance.”
“Oh, Laf,” you said feeling bad, but then an idea popped into your head, causing you to light up, “I can teach you to dance,”
“Really, you would do that for me?”
“Of course i would,” you replied, smiling

The next day you met with Lafayette in a mostly empty room in your house that would be perfect for dancing in. “Okay Laf, ready to learn how to dance?”
“I’m ready, mon cheri, let’s do this.”

You gently took his left hand in your right hand, and set the other hand on the crook in his arm, and he wrapped his hand around your waist. “Follow my lead,” you instructed, as you started to move in a pattern that resembled a diamond. At first, Lafayette kept tripping over his feet, but eventually got the hang of it. After about twenty minutes, Laf, was starting to master it and go at a more complex speed. You were so happy at the progress he had made in such a short time.

Another twenty minutes later, it looked like he had been dancing all his life. You were starting to get tired, but really didn’t want this to end, but eventually you said, “Wow, I think you’ve gotten the hang of this.”
“Yeah i guess so, thanks so much Y/N,” he said truly grateful, “Would you care to join me on a walk in the park.”
“I would love to.”

Arm and arm, you guys walk in the chilly, winter, weather, as little snowflakes start falling upon the ground. The two of you walk to a beautiful willow tree, and he stops there. “Y/N, mon cheri, I love you, I love you so much that when you’re around, i can’t think straight. I would like to know if you would do the honor of being my date to the Winter Ball.” he said looking deep into your eyes, as his breath was showing from the cool temperature.
“Yes!” you said delighted, “I love you too,” you spoke while wrapping him into a hug.

A couple of weeks later, he picks you up and escorts you to the ball. A little hesitant though, but he takes you onto the dance floor, and you guys dance the night away. Lafayette had only stumbled a couple of time in the beginning, but by the end of the night, it looked as if he had been dancing all his life..

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  • CT tech: Do you have children?
  • Me: No.
  • CT tech: Are you married?
  • Me: No.
  • CT tech: Why not?
  • Me: *stares at him blankly*
  • What I should have said...
  • You know what? I have no idea. Am I unloveable? Perhaps. Too weird for someone to want to be with? Could be. Unattractive to the opposite sex? Also a possibility... the only people that call me pretty are other women, which really isn't my intended audience.
  • Word to the wise, don't ask people why they're single and alone. There's a good chance that's not what they were hoping for. Also, it's none of your damned business. They might actually prefer to be alone (not me though, I would have someone in a perfect world). Either way, get off our backs. Rudeness.

anonymous asked:

How about Jean Paul Valley for that character ranting/gushing thing

Gushing it is.

Jean Paul “terrifying catholic” Valley is fucking absurd and I love him for it. Dude’s got DID, a flaming sword, two (2) flaming arm blades, a kickass mask and he was Batman that one time. Not to mention his dorky ass glasses, Captain Britain physique and complete inability to flirt with women, which only makes them want him more. Oracle, Barbara motherfucking Gordon, wants to jump his bones. She sewed herself a fucking Azrael plushie. Your girl would leave you in an instant for Jean Paul Valley, and there is nothing you could do about it. Jean Paul Valley is living proof that Batman is a punk ass bitch. Know why? How many flaming swords does Batman own? Thats right, NONE. JP has THREE. Three flaming swords. He can cut you and cauterize the wound three times all at once. And when he’s done he’ll just go back to the clocktower and make nice conversation with Babs, because he’s a sweet dude who likes to chat with ladies while expecting nothing in return. Not to mention the time he gave Cass Cain an angel statue for Christmas.

Be like Jean Paul Valley.

Yet another news article about women who choose to be childfree and their reasons.

I have never, ever seen an article or blogpost about men choosing to be childfree. No one ever asks them why they are, or to justify it.

The presumption of a biological urge to procreate is surely as strong or stronger in men as in women, so why are we the only gender who gets asked this bullshit?

Why do some people not want kids? None of your goddamn business.

[And I do not hate kids at all!]

anonymous asked:

The biggest valid complaint from others is that Clexas didn't criticize/call out the racism of t100 before lexa died enough. Clexas (including a lot of woc) were so desperate for the rep that we ignored too much. Now u got white ppl doing the SAME thing for SG but there its not even canon. Y'all went backwards & showed your face. White SCs(only kind I've seen do this) trying to guilt not only white clexas but woc w/ "representation" is disgusting. Just say u want ur ship to win ffs & go.

Y'all showing your face hard. Claiming straight white women as rep just because you want them to be together is absurd. Y'all Johnlocking now and trying to see conspiracy theories where there are none. Remember what happened with JL? The cast, the crew, and the writers ended up hating them. They were and are bigger than the SC fandom will ever be. They put on pressure HARD for like five years? You know what that got them earlier this year? Tears and claims of being queerbaited even though everyone has always told them that shit ain’t happening. Even though they’ve both had other partners.

You can ship your fanon ship. No one is guilty to you for that. Lord knows I ship many fanon things. The fact that it ain’t canon isn’t the problem. The problem is that you’ve now prioritized it above THREE canon pairings two of them including WOC. Y'all have said it’s more important than Shoot, Clexa, and Poussoso. If y'all can’t see how gross that shit is then you have a serious problem.

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