this is not fair because of reasons

anonymous asked:

Hey Steph I just noticed that in Tsot john pulls out his own phone, unlocks it, and says "pick one.. your inbox is bursting." How does he have access to Sherlock's account from his phone? Do they have a joint account? Unless that was Sherlock's phone in which case he knows the password and uses it regularly to know the inbox is full? Either scenario is very couplish

Hey Nonny!

*snorts* For the same reason he knows Sherlock’s PIN number for Sherlock’s bank account: BECAUSE THEY ARE A COUPLE, no matter how much John tries to bloody deny it. 

Though to be fair, I think it’s also because Sherlock can’t be arsed to take care of his own blog affairs; he doesn’t seem interested in taking cases without John, and then in TSo3, he redirects all his energy to wedding planning, because he just wants to make John happy and needs it to be perfect (that and I like to think that he was pretending to plan his and John’s wedding :D, though I think in a petty way, he purposely made it look… “clashy”?) 

The funny thing about John is that I don’t think he consciously REALIZES that what he’s doing is literally a really “he’s mine” sort of thing to do. I think he just easily went back into his PA role for Sherlock and didn’t give it a second thought.

I like to headcanon that ever since the Sherlock returned, he allowed John unhindered access to all his emails and blogs so that John wouldn’t worry that Sherlock was “planning something behind his back” (of course, Sherlock is able to anyway, but I think it’s Sherlock’s way of trying to rebuild John’s trust in him)

Either that or John has gotten better at cracking passwords, LOL.

But seriously though, yes, it is a really coupley thing to do. And I do think that it is on John’s own phone that he’s doing this… The fact that he picked a case with military appeal to it kind of screams to me that John KNOWS Sherlock has some sort of military kink :D JUST SAYING….

anonymous asked:

Soooooo. That amnesiac!Steve and Loki AU, How would that go exactly? I know it's just an idea so far but would they be in a relationship or somehow Loki just gets to deal with amnesiac!Steve? Sorry sorry it's just amnesiac!Steve is something I've wanted before, so much potential for hurt and feelings.

okay okay okay, so, a fair amount of credit goes to, as mentioned, @portraitoftheoddity for this AU so really this question should be for her, the best/worst WIP spawning demon.

but basically the idea would be about Loki finding a Steve who had amnesia for ~some reason~ (this being the vaguest part of the idea) and initially intending to use Steve and turn him into a helpful tool for his own ends, because the delicious irony and also Loki only knows how to make friends by tricking them into it sometimes (Loki, that is not how you make friends)

and Steve being Steve and not remembering anything is like “well, this guy seems nice and helpful and I don’t really know what I’m doing, so all right” but the problem here is that Steve has no reason to dislike Loki and consequently no reason to expect anything from him and so is, memories or not, his good and kind self and nothing disarms Loki than people being genuinely nice with no ulterior motives and not expecting the worst from him

and Loki keeps thinking, like, he really does have his memories and this is some kind of trap, but it isn’t, and oh shit he’s kind of developing Feelings about this fucker, this is the worst thing that has ever happened to him

(Loki accidentally tripping into being a better person is one of my favorite things, I’m not going to lie)

but like. it’s increasingly uncomfortable to have Steve there, believing in the lie Loki’s built, but also if Loki finds a way to give his memories back that’s going to ruin everything and Steve will hate him again, and Loki doesn’t want that either, and he’s aware that the longer it goes on the worse it’s going to get, but also…

and Steve, trying to figure out who he is, also knows that something is wrong with Loki and is deeply concerned about it but can’t figure out how to help; it’s clear he’s keeping some kind of secret and Steve is increasingly convinced that he did something bad and Loki is trying to protect him from finding out, because it’s clear he knows something that he’s not saying. and Steve needs to find out what it is, because if he doesn’t know then how can he figure out what he should do about the fact that he has also started to develop Feelings?

anonymous asked:

I don't understand why you're advertising your conquests. Is it an attention thing? Are you doing it to hurt Ryan? If he had a blog where he listed women he'd slept with, you'd think he was an awful person. Particularly listing them the morning after and speaking about them in a derogatory way.

Because I talk about my life on my blog?? I’m not just going to not mention parts of it in order to keep my tumblr PG am I. Ryan doesn’t know my tumblr URL, so obviously it isn’t to hurt him 😐 And I don’t know about you and your exes but I wouldn’t care what he was doing anymore, and if he wanted to talk about who he’d slept with, I’d be like fair enough. Life is different when you’re not in a relationship, so it’s all new again. Plus I have not been derogatory at all! The only reason it was a bad choice is because we work together and I didn’t want to get involved with anyone I work with

anonymous asked:

Do you consider yourself to be more of a liberal or a conservative? I feel like you are more of a liberal because you care about social issues like LGBT rights and feminism, but I feel like you could be a conservative because you value individual rights and paying people with a craft (ie artists) a fair and reasonable wage, which is more of a free market/conservative value! I don't care either way since I respect you greatly, but I just thought I should ask!

Thanks! I’m on the left for most major issues. Actually, I’m not sure of any major issues that I side with conservatives on? Not out of contempt, but just how my values happen to be. It’s interesting you bring up the free market/reasonable wage thing. From my perspective, nobody would want unreasonable wages, haha.

I really don’t like picking a “side,” because I feel like that’s where a lot of the unnecessary road blocks start. “Conservative!” “Liberal!” “Republican!” “Democrat!” This forces us to choose a point of view but prevents us from seeing the human beings on the other side sometimes. But it just happens that most of my values land on one “side” more than the other. 

When we say that the United States is joining Syria and Nicaragua by not participating in the Paris agreement, I think it’s not fair to leave it at that, because neither of them refused to sign for reasons anything like the selfish ones of the United States.

Syria was under sanctions making it complicated to even attend, and on top of that were embroiled in intense civil warfare and not in a great position to make a commitment like that. They didn't​ disagree with it, but were never involved with the deal in the first place.

Nicaragua actually felt that the Paris agreement was not strict enough, arguing that they didn’t want to be complicit in a voluntary effort that didn’t properly allocate the responsibility to large countries for being the ones who poisoned the environment in the first place, nor impose a punishment on anyone failing to comply with the standards. Nicaragua is one of the countries that’s most affected by climate change but least responsible, and they felt that wasn’t fairly reflected in the accord.

The United States is the ONLY country that has rejected the Paris accord because of the belief that our environment is less important than our profit. Even oppressive regimes and the poorest nations in the world are smarter than that, or at least know when to keep their mouths shut and play along. The USA is not really in the league of Syria or Nicaragua, but alone in the refusal to cooperate out of pure greed.

It occurs to me that one possible reason why I find fairies of the Fair Folk Beautiful and Terrible Kings and Queens Blah Blah boring and vaguely distasteful is that when you strip down all the glamour, they’re basically bored irresponsible rich kids randomly fucking with average people for their amusement just because they can. Like I get that Spring Storms Made Flesh and Lords of the Secret World but if Kellyaghnn from PE invited you to a Victorian-themed party complete with 1000$-a-piece tiny hats at her sixteen-room mansion with all her immaculately spray-tanned friends who giggle about What Fools These Working Classes Be, and then when you ate a single raisin promptly told you that now you have to stay in her house and work as her servant for free for the rest of your life to pay it off, possibly while dressed as a farm animal, you wouldn’t respond by sighing dreamily about how she’s Beyond Good and Evil.

Humans are weird idea: malicious compliance. The aliens either do as they’re told or place an objection if there’s a specific reason, and once ordered to perform a task they do it to the best of their ability because their authority is logical and fair. Then humans show up and start disobeying in a way that is technically correct and they have no idea what to do.

“Human, you were instructed to bring ration packs to the storage bay.”

“I did.”

“There are only two ration packs here.”

“You didn’t say how many you wanted.”

“Why would I request only two? The ship needs to be restocked with supplies for a five-cycle mission.”

“Hey, I’m not a mind reader. You’re going to have to be more specific.”

*sigh* “Human, please bring the entire pallet of ration packs into the storage bay.”

“Human, why is the station’s luggage transport vehicle still in the storage bay?”

“You wanted it taken back out?“

“The vehicle belongs to the station. It doesn’t even fit in the storage bay.”

“Hey, after Tau Alpha you told me not to do anything unless I was ordered to. Nobody told me the forklift needed to be put away again.”

*alien turns rather purplish and makes a low hissing noise*

“…If you want me to put the forklift back you’re gonna need to give me an order, sir.”

*more hissing*

hello yes can westerners who know nothing about kpop pls stop writing essays about how ‘fake’ and ‘manufactured’ kpop is?

just bc you saw bts attend the bbmas that one time doesn’t mean you know the ins and outs of the kpop industry or their career (or any other groups).

please stop perpetuating the idea that idols PAY their way into the industry. because that does not happen.
and it’s a massive slap in the face to all idols out there who have dedicated years of their life enduring horrendous training, extreme dieting and often times even leaving their family and friends to pursue their dream of becoming an idol.

all idols have trained so so hard to be where they are, and i honestly can’t stress that enough like just do ten minutes of research into life as a trainee and you’ll see what i’m talking about. so don’t try and downplay their success as an artist just because you think that western artists are ‘more creative’ or ‘more talented’ bc well it’s just not true anyway like how many western artists can sing and dance at the same time and not sound like they’re dying??most artists over here don’t even dance anymore anyway, reason being they know they can’t sing at the same time

basically what i’m trying to say is stop discrediting them. a lot of kpop groups write and produce their own music. and ALL groups have worked ridiculously hard to get where they are. stop comparing them to the likes of One Direction (that’s just embarrassing pls don’t ever do that,,,no rlly,, don’t), Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber because it’s not a fair comparison, the kpop industry and the western music industry are worlds apart you can’t compare them because they don’t operate the same.

Realtalk though, even if Sirius hadn’t taken the fall for the Potters’ deaths, I doubt he would have been given the opportunity to raise Harry. To suggest that he would have requires that we ignore that:

  • Albus Dumbledore was essentially a law unto himself within the wizarding world at the time - for all that he tried to avoid appearing, even to himself, to be seeking power, Dumbledore was one of the most significant political figures in Wizarding Britain and, indeed, Wizarding Europe at the time. In addition to controlling the education of the vast majority of wizards and witches in the British Isles for nearly half a century, he also holds leadership positions in both the Wizengamot and the International Confederation of Wizards for Harry’s entire childhood. It took turning the Minister for Magic against him to even start to erode his power base, and even then, there was a significant majority [edit, because I can’t type apparently:] minority both within the Ministry and in the general populace that remained loyal to Albus Dumbledore over Fudge and his administration. Although it’s most explicitly tied to Slytherin ideals of ambition, there’s an almost feudal factionalism that’s present throughout wizarding British society, and no one seems to have questioned Dumbledore’s right to sponsor an organization like the Order of the Phoenix until he fell thoroughly out of favor with the Ministry. In the aftermath of Voldemort’s first fall, it probably would have been political and social suicide for anyone to question Albus Dumbledore’s right to make choices as to the upbringing of the orphaned child of two of his proteges.
  • Petunia’s status as Harry’s closest blood relative was magically significant, but probably not legally significant - if Dumbledore hadn’t unilaterally decided who got to raise Harry, can you really see any British Wizarding authority favoring the muggle relatives of a wizarding child born into a wizarding family in a custody case? Especially muggle relatives that didn’t want the kid in the first place? Harry was sent to the Dursleys entirely because of the protective blood magic that Lily worked with her death, and Dumbledore clearly overrode whatever the usual process of finding a guardian would have been in order to ensure Harry got that protection. This wasn’t a compromise or a backup plan for if another guardian wasn’t available. If Dumbledore had wished Harry to be raised within the wizarding world, he would have had no trouble finding a guardian that suited his needs. James was a pureblood; Harry is probably related within a few generations to a third of wizarding Britain. For that matter, if he hadn’t had reason to give Harry to someone else, it would have been very much Dumbledore’s style to decide to raise him himself.
  • Dumbledore doesn’t actually seem to like Sirius - he never goes so far as to badmouth the man to Harry, probably because shittalking Sirius would run contrary to his carefully cultivated image of being Wise and Fair and Above Such Pettiness. But Dumbledore seems to be frequently irritated with Sirius and clearly has little concern for his physical or emotional wellbeing, even when they’re nominally allies. Dumbledore couldn’t be bothered to find Sirius accommodations less actively traumatic than Grimmauld Place when Sirius was almost entirely dependent on Dumbledore and the rest of the Order. Would he have honored Sirius’s claim as Harry’s godfather, without really significant outside pressure? Would Sirius have been able to get backup from anyone Dumbledore would actually have listened to? Who’s going to win that battle - a probably-unemployed 21-year-old who has explosively burned bridges with his wealthy and influential family, or the man who is essentially the uncrowned king of magical Britain?

I propose instead: Sirius fails to get custody of Harry, who is sent off to his aunt and uncle as per canon. Sirius then proceeds to do an end-run around Dumbledore, instead focusing his not-inconsiderable charisma on getting into Arabella Figg’s good graces and, from there, insinuating himself into the Dursleys’ social circles. Probably this involves some intensive cramming to catch up on years of muggle studies he may or may not have actually taken but almost certainly didn’t pay attention to at Hogwarts. Depending on how much attention Petunia paid to Lily’s social life, Sirius may need to avoid her and interact only with Vernon; I have little doubt Sirius could pull this off, nor do I think Vernon would necessarily find this suspicious.

Harry grows up with occasional but reliable contact with an adult who tells him he’s neither crazy nor at fault when he starts having magical outbursts, takes an interest in his life, and also sometimes turns into a fluffy doggy when none of the other grown-ups are looking.

Vernon Dursley is utterly outraged when Mr. Black, who up to ‘till now has always seemed perfectly respectable and urbane, intercepts the third owl that tries to bring Harry his acceptance letter and hand delivers it to the kid, who is not actually surprised because Sirius has been teaching him about wizarding culture on the sly since he was like seven.

I hate that there’s a limit to the Gay™ I can reasonably expect from modern media. Even though there are millions of books, movies, and tv shows with purely straight characters I could never hope for a show with more than a few or, god forbid, only queer characters. It’s like there’s an unspoken rule that I can’t hope for more than one, maybe two non-straight characters or relationships because any more would be ‘unrealistic’ or 'pandering’. Fucking pander to me man, to all the other queer people invested in the worlds you create, because it’s not fair that because there’s a lesbian couple there’s an invisible cap and now I’ll never see a bi main character, or that having a trans side character is “enough activism” and that trans character will never have another friend on the show like them. Why do you have to maroon all your gays in this heterosexual world? Why can’t you let us find each other??

anonymous asked:

You seem to imply that SJW's are asking politely for people to stop being offensive when this is simply not the case. The Berkeley riots show that some are attempting to prevent certain types of speech by the use of violence. This is the root of the backlash and whats worse is that a lot of the people in the movement, like myself, used to be quite left until I was threatened with violence by members of the far left for arguing that using violence to silence political opposition was immoral.

Opposition to ideas falls on a spectrum. There are a bunch of people who are like “ALL CIS HET MEN ARE SCUM” and, like, whatever. Sure, if they don’t realize that that perspective is its own kind of bigotry, let’s hope they will someday.

But the majority of the social justice movement just wants recognition that American culture is far from fair, and a continued attempt from humans and government to make it more fair. I have criticized the social justice movement before because I think it focuses too much on riling up the base with attacks and misleading statistics rather than creating messages that can convince others that these problems exist. But all sides are doing that right now, and I think it’s fair to say that the social justice movement does it a fair bit less than its opposition (who basically invented coordinated online bullying and internet “fear and smear” campaigns.)

If anyone is a pioneer of that, it’s Milo, who has an amazing detachment from reality that makes him look and sound remarkably reasonable in one moment, before he turns on a dime into patient zero for hate campaigns. Of course, that doesn’t justify destroying property that had nothing to do with Milo or his event. But the ‘Berkeley Riots’, as you call them pretty clearly resulted from organized shit-bags who’s ideology is more about destruction than progress jumping in on the protest and turning parts of it into a riot. 

I’m sorry and very sad to hear that you’ve been threatened by members of this movement, that’s awful and inexcusable and also just bad activism. Things like that almost always come from a place of fear, and as both sides of this debate have had their fear appealed to so regularly, it is all too common for discourse to break down. 

I will say, additionally, that I am threatened with violence from anti-SJWs and Trump supporters on Twitter pretty much daily. 

Yeah I know this is going back, but a lot of things in this episode always bothered me, and hardly anyone ever seems to mention them. 

One of the things I feel gets totally overlooked or brushed aside both within the episode itself and by fans,is that Amethyst was actively encouraging Peridot to make jabs at the other Gems.  It  started out as a single mildly frustrated comment about “permafusion” from Peridot and her venting about her lack of understanding,  and probably wouldn’t have gone any further, but  then Amethyst started egging her on.   

Also don’t forget Amethyst found Peridot insulting the other Gems, including Steven really funny up until a negative comment was made about her. Then suddenly Peridot was wrong, being mean, and had to apologise to Amethyst and ONLY to Amethyst (Steven got made fun of too, and at Amethyst’s request  "do Steven next!!“ ) . 

Peridot at this stage was still new to Earth social skills and what is and isn’t acceptable behaviour on Earth , so  I can understand why she was confused by Amethysts sudden angry reaction when she was doubled over laughing at similar comments made just moments before.   

 Don’t get me wrong, I like Amethyst, but I feel like she was being a total hypocrite here , and  her own blame and behaviour was never, and has never, even been acknowledged, let alone addressed.

Yes, Peridot was wrong and needed to apologise, and to Steven as well, really, not just to Amethyst,  but it wasn’t exactly unprovoked and Amethyst was in the wrong too. 

I liked the episode overall, just not how all the blame was dumped on Peridot (who by her own admission was still learning, and did feel bad that she upset Amethyst even if she initially didn’t understand how) , yet Amethyst who encouraged her to throw insults around and so escalated the whole thing in the first place , was made out to be the poor innocent victim by everyone including Steven. 

Also, getting away from Amethyst for a moment, the whole leash thing in this episode bothered me too. I can understand why Garnet would find being asked to unfuse  offensive, but Peridot didn’t, and at least tried to be polite in how she asked. Keep in mind that on Homeworld fusion is only done for practical reasons (officially anyway, the off colours prove some Gems break the rule, but its frowned on and they are severely punished if caught), and mostly that practical reason is  fighting. 

Peridot later reveals she understands and is fine with Opal because she can clearly see  and understand the practical reason for them fusing.  Peridot’s  initial discomfort with Garnet was not her objecting to the romantic relationship but her feeling intimidated because, thanks to Homeworld mentality,  she  associated fusion with violence/fighting. She’s actually fine and very quickly accepting when Garnet actually takes the time to talk to her and explain why, and that their fusion is romantic in origin, and doesn’t say another word about it. 

In fairness to Peridot if someone was hanging around me with a sharp knife  drawn and I could see no rational practical reason as to why they needed it in context,  I’d get uncomfortable and nervous too. Ok probably not the best metaphor, but you get the idea, and Peridots are not trained or meant for combat in the first place. She was probably feeling especially vulnerable from the still quite recent loss of her limb enhancers too. and all Garnet had to do was actually talk to Peridot about it. Instead Peridot was simply  tied up and kept on a leash like some disobedient animal, which would be a completely humiliating and degrading punishment for anyone, and again, no one objects  or questions it and she’s even left leashed for most of the episodes remainder. 

Apart from Steven she’s also pretty much excluded from the group for the rest of the episode too.

 This is also hypocrisy, because they are all expecting Peridot to empathise with and understand them and their viewpoint   without taking the time or effort to extend the same courtesy to her. 

 The Gems got better in subsequent episodes, but I feel like their treatment of her in this episode especially was overly harsh and very  unfair in general. 

She was not going to instantly understand or magically just know all the new rules , and confusing her by teaching her the wrong behaviour (Amethyst) was completely unhelpful. 

<sarcasm> But hey, it was all Peridots fault, and humiliation as a punishment is a great teaching tool… </sarcasm>

You Can’t Have It Both Ways

There’s a temptation when writing YA, particularly YA where they are fighting in some sort of war and the main character has a decent amount of power, to dismiss some degree of their responsibility because they’re a child. This happens in stories with young children who, for various reasons, have a lot of power; their culpability is considered limited because they’re not fully grown. They’re shielded from the impact of their actions, as well as the possible risks, by the adults in the story.

And to some degree, that’s fair. There’s a reason children aren’t allowed to sign contracts and aren’t considered adults.

But at the same time, it makes your entire system reek of hypocrisy if children are allowed great power but aren’t made to answer for it. And that might be want you want. It’s an interesting critique of a concept to have a child who is able to do and does to great damage but isn’t actually held responsible or in check for those actions. But then do it as a critique. Because adults have to answer for their actions, and the more power they have the more they’re responsible to answering for. So decide if you’re going to treat your child/teenage characters like children/teenagers or like adults, or acknowledge the inconsistency of it.

anonymous asked:

Okay, but Otabek's family's first impressions of Yuri?

Yesterday I made a post in which I stated I think the Altins would be really chill people. (Because of reasons)

I imagine that after seeing and meeting Yuri they would be highly entertained

Here you have this boy that looks-wise is the polar opposite from their dear Beka. Blond hair, fair skinned, big light eyes, slender build. They have seen his skates, in which he has been beautiful, a fairy dancing on the ice. Then there was that exhibition skate in which Otabek featured and his family got it. Because what they saw, was totally the type of boy their Otabek would be inclined to hang out with. Like one of his street friends (who admittedly look a bit like punks, but are actually kind hearted boys who look up to Otabek) but prettier. They nod. They can see where this is going. 

They have heard stories about Yuri of course. They have seen interviews, in which the blond just answers questions with a morose expression (which is kind of what Otabek does too) and makes grandiose statements (”We only need one Yuri on the ice.” Damn, son!). What a wild little thing.

Then Yuri comes to visit in Almaty and they see how this feisty tiger is more of a sweet cat when it comes to being with Otabek. They see how happy it makes their Beka. How the pretty boy who seemed so angry is trying his best to make Otabek smile. Bless his heart. 

They approve. 

Season 7 and more

Robert’s meeting room was amazing.
I have so much to say.
He wouldn’t let them end the meeting room without everyone getting a question.

He did the Rumple giggle ..

He said that he was annoyed with the inconsistencies and unanswered questions on the show.

For example what Rumple suffered with Zelena, and that Rumple fucking hates her for killing his son. Though he stressed that he adored Bex.

Rumple and Belle talking and him apologizing for everything.

He talked about his next character he’ll play for TV. A hit man that is tired of that way of life. It’s not for a couple of years.

He really really said that the reason viewers left was because of the inconsistencies and the unanswered questions that were important for the characters. And the problem the show had of never ending things. Like the never ending battle between him and Hook. Which wasn’t a fair fight anyway.

He talked about how moving his last moment with Emile was.

He made a joke of not being responsible for what happens in s7. He said that Rumple’s relationship with both Regina and Hook will be different. That it’s entirely new. So the war between Rumple and Hook is over.

He shook all our hands. Was very fun and animated. When the pics come out I’ll post.

There’s more but I can’t recall..lol
Maybe @judymulder will remember what I missed.

He was handsome, blue shirt, beautiful smile. I can’t say enough how amazing he was. Such a sweetheart.

now that the Haters ™ have come out of the woodwork to whine about the batcat proposal, some complaints i keep hearing again and again are that this marriage is bad for selina because she’ll be stuck in some domestic role and that she doesn’t get enough out of their relationship and batcat shippers only care about bruce??? which honestly couldn’t be further from the truth.

so here, my friends, are some reasons batcat is a good pairing for selina and how their relationship has positively affected her growth as a character

first off, as most selina fans know, while our girl talks a big game, she still deals with a fair amount of self-loathing and often talks about herself in a negative way. 

i’m too lazy to flip through my entire comics collection, but suffice it to say, there have also been multiple times when selina has called herself ‘street trash’, ‘not a good person’, or just plain ‘bad’. she sometimes plays it off as part of her bravado, but look at her facial expressions when she says stuff like this. at best, she’s resigned, and at worst, she looks downright heartbroken.

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selina has been looked down on her entire life and used like a tool by others–to the point where at times she feels like the only positive thing about her is that she’s a master thief.

bruce, on the other hand, doesn’t let selina get away with talking about herself like that. bruce is someone who always, always believes the best of her, even when she feels like she doesn’t deserve it. someone who reminds her that she’s actually a compassionate and selfless person capable of great things. 

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Those who choose to change their names, for any reason - to sound more masculine, feminine, neutral, or just because they like that name - are fantastic beans. No matter your reason for choosing a different name, as long as you are happy with it, then it’s perfect. Nothing is too “common” or “boring” or “weird”, not if it fits you. Your name should always be respected, no matter what. It won’t always be, because life isn’t always fair, but keep reminding yourself that no matter what they say, that *is* your name, and you are wonderful.

Flexible BAMF Lance Part 2!!

They should’ve went left. But nooooo. Nobody listens to Lance. His gut told him to go left, but the team ultimately decided to go right. Guess it wasn’t the RIGHT decision (sorry, I’ll stop). To be fair, nobody knew that it would lead them right into Lotor’s trap. The main reason why they invaded the Galra ship is because they had more information about Pidge’s family. And Lance was a family kind of guy. He understood. So he swallowed down his protests and went with the team. Now they were here, handcuffed to a metal post whole Lotor paced in front of the paladins. “You foolish children. You honestly thought you could easily sneak into MY ship and just stroll away with confidential information? If this is what Voltron has become, taking total control will be,how do you earthlings say, a walk in the park.” Lotor laughed menacingly. Alright, Lance had heard enough. While Lotor continued to blab and swish his hair, Lance silently gripped his thumb with his other hand. Wearing a deadpanned expression and with hard and quick twist and tug, he easily dislocated his thumb. He easily slipped his hand out from the cuff. Now to get Lotor into range. “Hey, Lord Fuckboy or whatever your name is, your roots are horrible.” “Lance, what are you doing?!” Keith hissed at him, who was chained right beside him. “Trust me. I know what I’m doing. Yeah, you’re fooling nobody. We all know that’s not your natural color. And look at those split ends. More like divorced ends, am I right?” Lotor quickly marched to Lance, grabbing him by the collar of his suit and putting him right in front of his face. “You dare disrespect me? Say that directly to my face, and see what you get.” “No thanks, I’m done talking now. I’d much rather move on to the park where I kick you in the face.” “Excuse me?? You dare threaten the mighty Prince Loto-” THWACK!! Lotor quickly crumbles to the ground. Lance slowly lowers his leg back to the ground with a pleased grin on his face, and he resets his thumb back into place. “Wow, I never thought he would shut up.” Sirens blared and the thunderous sounds of footsteps fluttered throughout the room. “Sorry guys, I don’t think I’ll have enough time to free y'all before backup comes, but don’t worry.” Lance smirked. “Papi Lance is here to save the day.” Galra guards quickly fled the room and Lance wasted no time. He ran directly toward the mass, ignoring his teammates yells. As he approached the first Galra and before it could shoot, he quickly done a backflip, extending out his leg and kicked the guard under the chin, landing easily on his feet. Lance grabbed the disregarded gun, and somersaulted over the remaining Galra. He scaled part of the wall in order to gain leverage and reach the railings of the low ceiling. Holding the gun in his mouth, he grabbed the rail with both hands, and quickly spun himself until he gained enough momentum to launch himself to the other side of the room. When landed, he quickly drew the gun, and all hell broke lose.
Gun marks scattered all over the floor and walls of the ship, along with the bodies of Galra soldiers. Lance brought the smoking gun to his lips and blew away the remaining smoke. “Now that’s how you get it done.” The team stared at the Blue Paladin in shock. Pidge whispered, “Holy shit.” “Pidge, language.” Was Shiro’s breathy reply as he stared with wide eyes. Hunk started slow clapping, quickly gaining speed and crying while Keith just confirmed that he was, in fact, the gayest person he knew. Lance turned to his team and shrugged. “I’m super flexible. I do yoga two times a day, and I’m the champion of Twister back home. I also wanted to run away and join the carnival when I was younger, so I took gymnastics.” Lance smirked. “It was pretty impressive you gotta admit.” The team comes pack to their senses and shakes their heads and chuckles, getting the information they came for. They then head back to their lions. Before they can get in, however, Lance stops them. “Hey, before we head back to the castle, I just wanted to say something…” The teams waits patiently. Lance takes a deep breath, and with tears beginning to form in his eyes, he quiznaking dabs.

anonymous asked:

I've seen you say a couple times that you don't see or that you're disabled. Do you mind talking about it? I ask because I am an aspiring writer and it is really hard for me. I wanted to know how you managed or what it was like?

I don’t mind talking about it. It’s something that made me who I am.

When I was about 12, my health sort of started to eat itself. I suddenly had a ton of allergies, and there were days I couldn’t get out of bed. I got sick all the time. In freshman year of high school, I suddenly couldn’t see. For a long time a thing had been going on in my eyes, but I guess I didn’t think it was abnormal until it made it impossible for me to see. Basically this hole was kind of growing in my eyes, but it was more like a rainbow.

When I started having trouble with colors and detail vision, my mom freaked out a bit, because at the time, I was an award winning artist who had ideas of going to college for art. Then I started tripping over things, hitting my head, having trouble with depth perception. Then I got sick, and I mean sick.

I spent about 23 hours a day in bed. I had almost constant migraines. I had pain in my entire body. My skin turned yellow. I went to every kind of doctor you can think of and was tested for everything there is. One day, I had about 12 vials of blood drawn. No one knew what was wrong. The eyes weren’t that big a deal at first, because it seemed like I might have something really serious. The first couple of eye doctors I went to kind of looked at me and said “Oh it’s nothing big.” I actually had one guy tell me that my brain was just shutting off my eyes because I wasn’t using them properly. Yeah.

Then finally, my mom took me to a friend of our family who happened to be an eye surgeon. She did a free exam. I’ll never forget it because it was the first time anyone believed me. I’d been told by doctor after doctor that there was nothing wrong with me. I’d been referred to therapists, told I needed depression meds, told I was just going through a phase or needed attention. Then this doctor put on her head gear, looked into my eyes…took off the head gear…got new head gear…looked into my eyes…took off the headgear…got hand held tools…looked into my eyes…and then stared at me with her mouth hanging open.

“I can’t see the back of your eye,” she said. And suddenly the world simultaneously healed itself and flipped upside-fucking-down for me.

Then it was all about my eyes, the one symptom we could see happening. The one that was the most dangerous. But by then it was too late.

What happened is pretty simple: I apparently have some weird recessive DNA. It triggers certain bizarre immune issues at puberty. My immune system decided to attack my body. The eyes are a delicately balanced system. They show symptoms first. My immune system attacked them with a vengeance. They swelled up like balloons. Normal eye pressure is about 14-17. Mine was at a 22 at its best. It put a tremendous amount of pressure on my Retina, specifically my macula, cutting off blood flow like when you sit on your foot. You know those little shadowy things that float across your eyes? They’re called protein floaters. My eyes had produced so many of those that the doctor could not see through them. It was a fog.

They had to find a way to map my eye, to track the damage. Cue the eye exam from hell. I have always been, even before my autoimmune disorder, deathly allergic to melon. Any kind of melon. But now I was allergic to all sorts of shit, fruits vegetables, all kinds of crap. My dad is allergic to contrast dyes. So when the retinologist suggested this dye-based eye exam that is kind of like a CAT scan, my mom said “no”. See, they inject you with this dye and then they flash this weird light in your eyes. It causes the dye to glow, and then they can see the things through the fog. My mom told them I was too sensitive to stuff for that to be safe. The doc assured her they’d put a butterfly in my arm, meaning the vein would be kept open, and a syringe of benedryl was set on the counter. They’d never had anyone react, and they needed the pictures or there was nowhere to go from there.

So they put this dye into me, and it was like I’d been injected with fire, but there was no way around it, and to me, I knew they only had about 90 seconds to get the images they needed. So I sucked it up. finally the burning began to spread. Suddenly my back felt like I was being stabbed, and I suddenly couldn’t speak. I tapped my hands on my mom, then began sneezing spontaneously. My mom lifted my shirt, and I had quarter-sized hives. The nurse said “Stop sneezing on the camera”. Yeah.

My mom went ballistic. The doctor flew up the stairs and gave me the emergency meds. I slid into a dissociation state and nearly out of my chair. They had to prop me against the camera for the next couple minutes and reinject the dye. No other way, you see.

They did this test every few months for a few years.

But then there was treatment. Not much they could do, except try to get the swelling under control. Only way to do that was corticosteroid injections in the eye. Yup. A needle in the eye. No, they don’t knock you out. They numb the surface of the eye with the same numbing drops they give you for the exams and then they come at you with a needle, tell you to look down and to hold still. And you fucking do.

I was 15 when that started.

I went to experimental clinics, labs, and joined studies. I dropped out of those. Why? It’s pretty simple. The first day I came to the exams, I was kept waiting for over two hours. I was taken into a room. I was left there. No information, no talking. Suddenly a man came in followed by a group of people, all in lab coats. He started moving me around like I was a doll and talking like, “The patient presents with…the patient this, the patient that…”

I shoved him back and said, “The patient’s name is Kristina, and she is 16.”

He finished his exam, and when he left, after the students had gone, he took two Q-tips, dipped them in that pink shit your dentist uses to swab your gums before an injection, and SHOVED them under my eyelids with a cocky smirk.

The patient will never be an snotty little bitch again, I guess.

So yeah. Fuck those guys. They gave me two injections in one day, which no one had ever done before, because it was almost impossible to function with two pimple-like bubbles on your eyeballs.

Still my health was bad. Then all of a sudden, when my mom had given up, It just wasn’t anymore. Suddenly, I was fine, and all that was left were the eyes. I went back to school, except now I was blind.

In a few months, I’d lost about 80% of my perfect vision. I was photophobic. I got horrible and constant headaches. I walked with a cane. And not a single fucking teacher believed me, except my civics teacher, who had gone blind at a young age due to some other weird eye disorder, and my physics teacher who was deaf. I had teachers send me to the office for wearing my sunglasses (with a note on file). I had teachers get on my case about having an audio recorder and CD player for my books. I had teachers call me names, make fun of me, make me leave class to photocopy their notes larger, so that I missed the lecture the notes were on. I had teachers take my medications which had to be in my possession because of their time-sensitive nature and constant administration and hide them in their desks as punishment for asking questions or demanding help. I had classmates pick on me, but luckily, I was well-liked, and I was an officer in the ROTC. I even excelled there in spite of my vision, because my Captain believed in my leadership skills.

I always tell this story because I think it is funny. We had this special boot camp we got to go to if we were in the upper ranks of the ROTC. If you joined the military after high school (which I could never do) you got a higher paygrade for having gone through it. Almost like taking a couple JC classes in the military. It was grueling and all physical fitness, obstacle courses, PT, classes, guard duty…fucking blah. Our unit was allowed six participants. I sort of figured that it wasn’t really fair for me to go, even with my high rank (a company XO). To my complete fucking shock, my Captain recommended me to go, cutting out a classmate (and ex) of mine who was higher in rank. The boy went ape-shit. He went on and on about how unfair it was. He even went to the school board. My Captain made his reasons clear; he told them that the academy isn’t about military sponsorship. It’s about skills and quality. He didn’t care if I had a disability. In his eyes I had more innate ability than anyone there because I had worked so hard just to be where I was. The boy was angry. I told my Captain I appreciated the gesture, but honestly, we ought to make it fair. I told him that we should train to meet the PT standards, and that if this kid could make his, but i couldn’t make mine, he should go. I made mine. He didn’t. He complained about that too. At the last minute, we were told one extra person could come because another school had lost one. So he came anyway. The whole time he bitched about me being there. When I got there, the real military officers gave me shit like you wouldn’t believe, because they weren’t used to dealing with disabilities or recognizing that they can’t discriminate against high schoolers by law. The commander of the unit tried to dress me down in front of everybody for wearing sunglasses. I was pretty pleased with myself for telling him off but still sounding respectful. He kept saying “Take off my glasses”. I told him they weren’t his. They were mine, by law, and that if he had a problem with that, he could consult my attorney, the DOJ, and the doctor who prescribed them. He tried to fuck with me. I didn’t say anything except to ask him if he wanted me to have a migraine, because that’s what taking the glasses off means. He was so confused by me he walked away and called my Captain over. There were words. After that, he came up to me once or twice, almost like a test, to ask me if I needed him to slow down or if I was getting around alright. He wasn’t being nice. He was egging me in a condescending tone and with very bullying language. He’s a drill instructor, and you know what, that’s his job. I told him I was fine. But I made a decision: I wasn’t just going to make the female PT marks. I was going to test out of this fucking place at the male PT marks. And I fucking did. That boy…had an asthma attack on the track (I had asthma too, but I worked my ass off while he coasted on his “boyness”) and failed. At the certificate ceremony, the commander came up to me and said I had really impressed him, and that it was a shame I couldn’t enter the Navy. I thanked him, but what I wanted to say was, “Go fuck yourself and take the NAVY with you”. I ended up the Battalion XO Senior year. This would have given me a guaranteed spot in Westpoint if I could have taken it. My Captain cried when he told me he was sorry he had to give it to one of our Company XO’s. I told him that it was best for everyone, because I am not the type of person to enjoy taking orders. I had learned that about myself.

He laughed.

Around Junior year I got people to pay attention. My doctors got the DOJ and the Social Security people involved. A woman came to my school and enforced compliance in a tone of voice I’d never heard anyone but my mother use. She threatened to rain brimstone down on them if they didn’t give me what I needed, and things changed.

My parents wanted me to take a full scholarship to a local school, but I wanted to get away. So I did. I wanted to travel abroad, so i did. And when I was 19, they perfected one of the surgeries they had been working on the entire time I’d been struggling with this.

See, the injections had brought and kept the swelling down, but that meant that the fog was still there (since ocular fluid doesn’t replace), and the structures in the eye had been stretched all to shit, and were laying in my eye like melted plastic wrap. The old surgery was like a blind man hacking with a machete, but the new surgery used fluorescent dyes to track movement. Dyes that wouldn’t kill me. The old surgery had a 50-50 shot at complete loss of vision and made you lay on your face for three weeks. The new was fool proof and took 45 minutes. So, I got one eye done. They swapped out all the fluid and replaced it with saline. They peeled the distorted membrane off the macula. They stitched up my eyeball and gave me a sick metal eye patch. Looked like a fucking space pirate. It was rad.

But the blind spot is still there. The cataracts caused by the steroids are still there. The scars are there.

A few years later I had the other one done too.

My college was great. It took a lot of work getting all my reading done, about 500 pages minimum, per week, done via audio. I used to spend hours at the pool table in our residence hall, listening to my books and practicing. I got pret damn good too, at pool. It was difficult taking notes or working with a note taker. It was scary traveling by myself. It was hard to get people to understand there wasn’t anything WRONG with me. Just that my eyes don’t work even though it seems like I’m normal and fine, and like they should. People always think to be legally blind you have to be completely blind, and they think you’re not going to be able to defend yourself. I’ve been targeted by pickpockets. I’ve been followed by scary dudes. I’ve been treated like shit, laughed at, and accused by full grown adults of faking to get privileges, all because I can look at the place where their head should be and smile at the blank spot there. All because I can walk down a flight of stairs with a few neat tricks I know that have nothing to do with a cane.

But shit…you probably didn’t mean to ask for my life story. I’m going to get back to the point. My writing. What has it done for that? Like how can you be a writer if you can’t fucking see? Technology. It’s been amazing. I can use a computer same as anyone. The Kindle has been a fucking revolution for me because for the first time in a decade and a half I could read without pain and suffering. Just…all the things it does have made life so much easier than it used to be. It got me out of bad relationships with people who used my disability as a control. It gave me a little bit of confidence back. It helped me know I could handle myself.

And really, I think my vision loss had a lot to do with my writing. In some ways it gives me different perspective, sure, but it’s more than that. I was undeclared when I entered college. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I thought about history or sociology. My mom had a degree in that and she was an English teacher. I wanted art history, but what the fuck was the point in that? Couldn’t see a damn thing. And then I had a class in poetry, and shit…That made sense. I’d always loved language and writing. Always been okay at it. Dorte stuff but never thought about doing it for a living. But then it was like yeah…yeah I’m gonna fucking do that. Just like when I decided to meet the male PT standards.

If it is in you. If you love it. If it defines you and possesses you, it does not matter how fucked up you are. You will find a way. You don’t have a choice. You are that thing. And you’ll adapt. You just have to let yourself. You have to keep pushing. You have to learn how to handle frustration. you have to train yourself into stamina. You just keep going. I’m nowhere near as successful as I want to be. I’m still going. I hope I get even better. I hope I can say things that make truth more obvious, or that help people put words to things they have always wanted to say.

I don’t need my eyes to be a fucking firestorm. That’s just me. Eyes don’t mean shit.

So keep going. Keep doing whatever you need to. Do it better and better. Bend yourself around it. People who see you struggle will think they’re lucky, but you and I know the truth: they’re not even close to the kind of strong you are. Not even a little bit.