we beat the odds

When We Beat The Odds

Here is part ten to “Our Love Story” 

Pairing: Jared x Reader
Words:   1041

Read When We Met
Read When We Hid Our Feelings
Read When We Admitted Our Feelings
Read When We Fell In Love
Read When We Got Scared
Read When We Got Engaged
Read When We Got Married
Read When We Got The News
Read When We Adopted Our Baby

-Don’t tell me you’re surprised this part happened. I’m obsessed with fluff and happiness-

          Ryker was only a few months old when you got the stomach flu. You threw up two mornings in a row and knew you needed to go to the doctor. You didn’t want to pass it on to the baby.

           “Mrs. Padalecki, I don’t know how to tell you this,” the doctor said, walking into the examination room.

           You immediately feared the worst. Were you dying? You couldn’t leave Jared and Ryker. That wasn’t possible.

           “Okay . . .” you looked at her, waiting to burst into tears at whatever she was about to tell you was wrong.

           “Well, you don’t have the stomach flu,” she started, “but you are definitely experiencing a miracle.”

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Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (Best Friends), Cas x Reader (Friends)

Warnings: like one swear word, fluff

“Y’all better call me when you kill the witch.” you told the boys as they loaded up the Impala. “If you don’t I’ll have to kick both of your asses.”

“Yes ma’am” Sam proclaimed in the most dramatic way possible. Of course you rolled your eyes. You hugged him and pushed him off towards the car. As Dean finished throwing the bag into the backseat he walked over and hugged you.

“I’ll see you when we get back I guess” he said.

“Be careful Winchester” you warned. “You need to come back in one piece.”

“Need I remind you that you’ve broken just about any bone I can think of” he teased. Before you could say anything he hopped in the car and drove off. You waved until you couldn’t see the car anymore, then headed back inside.

You’d been with the Winchesters for almost three years. In that time Sam had become your best friend, you told him everything except about your crush on Dean. You didn’t think you had been that obvious about it but eventually Sam figured it out and Cas had read your thoughts. Ever since he found out, Sam would send you knowing looks anytime you were next to Dean.

He would make sure that you sat beside Dean at diners and when there was only one room available at a motel he made you share with Dean. Not that you minded, it was just that he doesn’t feel the same way. Sam insisted that he did but you just didn’t see it.

“Cas, get down here I’m bored” you prayed. It only took a few seconds for you to hear the sound of wings in the room.

“Hello Y/N” he said.

“Hey, you wanna watch a movie or something?” you asked.

“Okay” he answered.

“I’m gonna go make some popcorn and you can pick a movie.” you told him backing out of the room. When it was done you went back to Cas and sat down on the couch with the bowl in between you. Cas had picked Happy Feet, it was one of his favorites. About half-way through the movie your phone started ringing, it was Dean.

“Hey Y/N we’re on our way home, it’ll be about five hours.” he stated.

“Okay I’ll see you - I mean y’all then.” you stuttered and then quickly hung up, or so you thought.

“Y/N, why won’t you just tell him that you like him already?” Cas asked.

“What am I supposed to say Cas ‘Dean I’m in love with you and I want us to be together’?” you demanded.

“Well typically that is what one would say-”

“Cas I can’t just go up to him and say that, he sees me as a sister or something.” you complained.

“If you would pay attention you would know that he feels the exact same way!” you heard Sam shout, but Sam wasn’t there and that’s when you realized that Dean had heard everything you just said. You hung up quickly and this time you made sure you had ended the call.

Five hours later you heard the bunker door open and you ran to your room. Yes, it was childish but oh well.

“Y/N!” Dean called through the bunker. You didn’t answer. You heard him getting closer to your room when he stopped outside the door. “Y/N, can I please come in” he begged. You didn’t want to hear him reject you so you stayed quiet.

He opened your door and you felt the bed dip under his weight as he sat down.

“Dean go away, I know you don’t feel the same way and it’s okay, really but I don’t want to hear it right now, please.” you pleaded.

“Normally I would leave but if I do then I can’t tell you that I love you too, Y/N.” “I love the way that you bite your lip when you’re doing research or the way that you sing and dance like nobody’s watching. I love the freckles across your nose even though you hate them, I love how you can fight and take care of yourself but when your sick we have to do everything for you. I love those things and so many more. I want us to be together and I know that hunter relationships don’t always work out, but maybe we can beat the odds. I may not know much but I do know that I love you, always have, always will no matter what.”

“So Y/N Y/L/N will you go out with me.” he asked.

“Of course I will, I love you so much Dean.” you croaked out as he wiped away the tears you didn’t know that had formed. As he pulled his hand away, you kissed him gently.

“Finally!” Sam and Cas shouted in unison as they high fived. Sam walked over to pull you into a tight hug and whispered only loud enough for you to hear “Congratulations.”

“Thanks Sammy”.

“You know before I heard your confession, I thought you and Sam were secretly dating and I hate to admit it but I was extremely jealous.” Dean admitted. At that you and Sam busted out laughing.

“Me and him? Gross! He’s like my brother!” you shouted.

“And she’s like my sister!” he exclaimed. After that Dean pulled you into another kiss just to gross Sam out and it worked because he through a pillow at you and Dean as he left the room.

“I love you” he said.

“I know” you whispered and walked off.

“You did not just Han Solo me!” he yelled after you. You laughed loudly and Dean knew that that was the laugh he’d be listening to for the rest of his life and he didn’t mind one bit.

(I hope you liked it)

To Team Chrom

that was fucking hell-

Every time you guys turned the tables on us,I was jumping up and down


tHe sTrEsS you guys are straight up tough,And it was a fucking HONOR fighting against ya’ll

Let’s all join forces in the end to take down Lucina,and beat the odds.

I believed that we could always become friends after war just like Chrom does. And it stands true now.

You made great opponents,so I would love it i we could all be great allies as well.

But let me just say one more thing

SsHiT jESuS I sWeAr i hAvE gRaY hAirS noW-

iT wAs sO goD dAmN iNtEnSe

I had no fucking idea who was gonna come out on top and you guys made it fun and a challenge ((jEsUs))

And Thanks for such a great match Team Chrom!

ourdreams-havenolimits  asked:

Perfect by Ed Sheeran! #yousana i loveee that song❤️🙏🏼

Song: perfect by ed sheeran Ship: yousana

Sana heard the faint melody emanating from the kitchen as she walked down the dark hall. The light from the cracked kitchen door the only thing lighting the way.

She had woken to find the space beside her in bed usually occupied by her husband, Yousef, empty. A thing that seldom happened, especially in the middle of the night. It had been enough to get her out of bed to go find him.

She stopped by the kitchen door and peeked in, a smile forming on her lips as she took in the sight before her. There he was, barefoot and bare chested, wearing only his pyjama trousers. In his strong arms he cradled their first born, a beautiful baby girl. Yousef’s eyes were soft as he stared down at the perfect bundle in his arms, his voice quietly carrying over the song playing. He danced with her around the kitchen, rocking her in his arms as he sang to her. A song Sana recognised. Perfect.

How was it possible this man still gave her butterflies after all this time? Would it always be that way?

Sana was stirred out of her thoughts by Yousef’s voice. He was talking to their daughter now.

“You know, this song reminds me of your mum?” he said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the baby’s head before carrying on. “She was the most perfect woman I’d ever met. I mean, the situation was far from perfect but she was. Maybe a better man would have stayed away but all that beauty and strength, how could I?”

Their daughter gurgled some and Yousef smiled. “Right?”

Sana leaned against the door frame, those butterflies in her stomach almost drunk on the love she felt for this man. A love that had only grown in the time they’d known each other, and tenfold since she’d had the pleasure of watching him navigate fatherhood. She couldn’t have asked for a better partner.

“Not even your uncle Elias could keep me away and boy did he try. I’m so glad we beat the odds stacked against us, got through everything together, else I would never have gotten to meet you, precious lady.” Yousef said, laying another kiss on her head as she reached out and touched her father’s nose. Yousef smiled.

“Elias tried to stop you?” Sana finally spoke, startling Yousef a little but his smile only grew.

“I’m sure I mentioned that before,” he replied, dropping a kiss on Sana’s cheek as she reached him. “I mean, I would have done the same thing.”

Sana rolled her eyes but smiled, taking her daughter’s hand. The small fingers curled around one of her own and Sana still found herself in awe at the tiny perfection. The small being

“You should have woken me. I’d have sorted her,” Sana said, running the fingertips of her free hand over the light dusting of hair on her daughter’s head.

“My turn,” Yousef replied simply. “Plus, father daughter chats are important.”

Sana leaned up and pressed a kiss to Yousef’s lips and he used his free hand to tuck a lock of Sana’s sleep mussed hair behind her ear.


Neither one of us should be here right now. We spent our lives dodging fate and beating the odds. But because we did I got to meet you, the most beautiful, hilarious, and intimidatingly brilliant woman I have ever known. You inspire me. You’ve shown me that happiness is something I can actually have in my life. And so, I promise to be with you and love you and to dodge fate with you for the rest of our lives.

And I think in another life we really could have been something, you know? I think we could have been something beautiful, something magical, something divine. Something more than what we are now. We could have been those people who survived, those people who beat the odds, who overcame everything that life threw at them. We could have been those people who made it, who got married and moved to a house by the beach. We could have been those people who had beautiful children and a house full of love. We could have been those people who sat on rocking chairs and reminisced on a life well lived. I think in another life we could have been something, you know? I think in another life we could have been happy.
—  f.a.w

what they say: i’m fine,
what they mean: (when i first saw you, i saw love
and the first time you touched me, i felt love and
after all this time, you’re still the one i love) looks like we made it look how far we’ve come my baby we mighta took the long way we knew we’d get there someday they said, “i bet they’ll never make it” but just look at us holding on we’re still together still going strong you’re still the one i run to the one that i belong to you’re still the one i want for life (you’re still the one) you’re still the one that i love the only one i dream of you’re still the one i kiss good night ain’t nothin’ better we beat the odds together i’m glad we didn’t listen look at what we would be missin’ they said, “i bet they’ll never make it” but just look at us holding on we’re still together still going strong you’re still the one i run to the one that i belong to you’re still the one i want for life (you’re still the one) you’re still the one that i love the only one i dream of you’re still the one i kiss good night you’re still the one i run to the one that i belong to you’re still the one i want for life (you’re still the one) you’re still the one that i love the only one i dream of you’re still the one i kiss good night

I wish i could sit and watch the universe build stars and galaxies. I want to watch dust swirl and burst into a beautiful dance. I want to watch the embers cool into eternity while void haunts the space between it and all it used to be. I want to see life spring from shadows. I want to watch cells multiple and divide until they screw up the code they emerged from and mutate into what will be you. I want to watch the universe explode so I can watch in slow motion the greatest reminder that we were born from beating the odds and busting the mold. I want to watch it over and over again…because maybe I’ll find my way forward and remember this is not the end
—  2:51am is time for rambling, 2:52 is time for listening
Request: True Love - Part 6

Request: I would like one about Juice and me meeting and falling in love and eventually getting married.

y/b/n - your brother’s name; y/n - your name

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: mentions of OCD, depression, abusive relationship, self-confidence, self-esteem issues

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5

Originally posted by soaimagines


I cuddled with up Juice in bed, breathing his scent in. I felt safe in his embrace, his hand slowly caressing my back. I don’t know why, but I suddenly began to tell him about my childhood and ex-boyfriend. I had thought I would never found love in my life, but then I met Steve, my ex, and I lived for him, tried to be the perfect girlfriend, changed for him, I did everything in my power for him. However, it didn’t seem to be enough, I wasn’t enough. He made sure I knew that, getting frustrated and yelling every time something displeased him. As it wasn’t enough, I found out he was cheating on me and it broke my heart in a million pieces. Y/B/N took me in his apartment and protected me even more from the world. We were alone, bubby and I.

“I’m sorry this happened to you”, Juice whispered, kissing my forehead, “I got you now babe”


I fell asleep, and when I woke up, Juice wasn’t there. I found him in the kitchen, cooking. He made eat and waited as I took a shower and got dressed, and then he drove me to my brother’s office. I assured him I would be fine and watched his bike disappear on the traffic. I entered the office and my brother rushed to meet me.

“How are you?”, Y/B/N asked, watching me closely as I let my purse on my desk.

“I’m fine”, I answered, “Juice just dropped me off here”

“You talked to him”, it wasn’t a question, but I nodded and looked at my brother.

“I appreciate you let him see me”, I squeezed my hands together, trying to calm down, “We’re fine and, as you saw, Juice truly cares about me”

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry if I disappointed you, but-“, my brother walked toward me, “I love you and I will always protect you, want the best for you. I had to talk to him, I had to know if…”

“I know Y/B/N”, I cut him off, “And I know it will be hard for you to accept Juice, but he’s good for me”

“Yeah, I see that”, Y/B/N admitted and opened his arms. I walked into his embrace, feeling him hug me tight, “You’re in love”

“Yes, I’m in love with Juice, bubby”, I smiled, “And he makes me happy”

Months later…

My brother had accepted my relationship; Y/B/N had assured me he would always be there for me and I knew it was true. Him and Juice weren’t best friends, but began to treat each other with respect; my brother had even gone to a Samcro party and reluctantly admitted he had had a good time. I still had my moments of doubt, but Juice was there to take my hand, pull me to his safe embrace and tell me he loved me just the way I was. It was a two way street; Juice needed that assurance too and we were beating the odds together.  

We would celebrate our seventh month together soon and Juice was already planning a romantic night. He said we should go out and have a nice dinner. I couldn’t say no and I thought it was cute; Juice was different from every guy I’ve ever met, he was one of the kind.

Venus thought I should get a new dress for the dinner and though I had said no, she took me with her to the mall, saying it wouldn’t hurt try on a few dresses. Spend time with her was always fun, but I was feeling kinda weird that day and by the time we entered the second store, I was definitely not fine. Venus got worried, made me sit down and brought me water. I hadn’t had a proper breakfast and thought it could be the reason or I was getting sick, but when I mentioned it to Venus she caressed my cheek and whispered, “I don’t think it’s a flu or something darling”

It took me a moment to fully understand what she meant, but then, I couldn’t believe it, “We had been careful Venus, I don’t think…”

“It is possible honey”, she offered me a sympathetic smile, “I think you should do a test, just to be sure”

I nodded, still stunned with the idea of being pregnant and let Venus take me to a pharmacy where we bought a test. We got back to Venus’s house and I held the test on my trembling hands as she closed the bathroom door and said she would be on the kitchen making tea.

I couldn’t wait in the bathroom, so I paced around the kitchen as Venus watched me. I was a coward and she had to look at the stick to tell me the result. I knew what she would say when I looked at her and felt nausea again as the words left her lips, “You’re pregnant Y/N”


I asked Venus to keep the secret. I didn’t know how to tell Juice he would be a father, or my brother he would be a uncle. She also backed me up for a couple days when I decided to avoid Juice because I was too nervous to even look at him, I would cry if I did. However, I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to tell him and face whatever would happen with us.

I saw Jax and Tig busy at the garage and nobody was at the bar when I entered the clubhouse. Juice should be in his bedroom and I walked toward there, but Chibs’ voice made me stop by the door outside.

“Are you sure Juicy?”, the Scot asked, sounding concerned.

“Yes, I am”, Juice answered.

“Good luck boy”, Chibs whistled, “Y/N doesn’t have a clue about this”

“No, she doesn’t”, my boyfriend affirmed, “I hope everything turns out fine”

I didn’t stay to listen more or talk to Juice, I just ran out of that place and drove back to my apartment. I had overheard enough; Juice was hiding something from me, and to me, it sounded like he was planning to break up with me. What else could it be? He hoped everything would be fine, he didn’t actually want to hurt me, but…I felt dizzy and stopped the car, resting my forehead on the steering wheel. My phone started to buzz inside my purse and I growled as I grabbed it. My brother’s photo was on the screen. I couldn’t drive back home and he was the only one that could help me, so I answered the call.

“Y/N, where…”, Y/B/N started and I cut him off, whining on the phone.

“Bubby, can you come and pick me up?”


His office wasn’t far from where I was and my brother met me in a few minutes. “What happened?”, he inquired, noticing I had been crying.

“I’m pregnant”, I blurted.

“What?”, Y/B/N was stunned, staring at me with big eyes and mouth open.

I spoke fast, telling him everything that had happened; shopping with Venus, the test and the conversation I had overheard between my boyfriend and Chibs. My brother was mad, I could see it. He told me to move to the passenger seat and took the place behind the wheel. I thought he would take me home, but when I noticed, we were back at TM.

“Y/B/N”, I begged, knowing he would confront Juice, “Please, let’s go home”

“No Y/N”, my brother barked as he hopped off the car, “He has to know and I won’t let him get out so easily”

Y/B/N marched toward the clubhouse, ignoring my protests as I followed him. Gemma, Jax and Opie were inside, my brother asked them where Juice was.

“Why?”, Gemma narrowed her eyes at Y/B/N who just passed by her, going to the back of the club. We both followed my brother, Jax and Opie behind us. Juice must have heard our voices and stepped outside his bedroom, his eyes lightning up when he saw me.

“Hey babe, what is happ-“, he couldn’t finish the sentence, Y/B/N was jumping on him. Juice took a backward step, escaping from the punch as Opie held my brother and Jax stood between them.

“What the hell is going on?”, the Samcro president demanded to know.

“Do you think you can seduce my sister and then leave her?”, my brother barked, trying to get rid of Opie’s grip, “I warned you before! You hurt her and I will kill you!”

“What are you talking about?”, Juice asked, colliding with Jax as he took a step forward, “I’m not leaving your sister!”

“Y/B/N, please”, I begged as Gemma hugged me and tried to pull me away from them.

“Tell him Y/N!”, my brother hissed, looking at me, “Tell him or I will!”

“What? Tell me what babe?”, Juice’s eyes were big as he stared at me, confused.

“Y/B/N…”, I cried once again. My brother growled and glared at Juice.

“She is pregnant!”, he yelled, “She is pregnant and was coming to tell you, but she heard you talking about leaving her”

“What?”, Juice had never looked away from me as my brother spoke. We were both heaving and Jax let him get closer to me. He squeezed my hands in his, looking for an answer on my eyes, “Is it true babe? Are you pregnant?”

“Yes”, I nodded, looking down at our hands together, “I’m sorry Juice”

“No babe, don’t be sorry”, he wiped the tears from my cheeks with his thumb, “This is great, the best thing you could tell me”

“It is?”, I whispered, suddenly feeling hopeful about us.

“Yes”, Juice gently held my chin, making me look at him. He was tearing up, “I’ve always wanted a family babe and I want it with you. I don’t know what you heard Y/N, but I’m not planning to leave you, never”

“I heard Chibs asking if you were sure”, I confessed, “He said I didn’t have a clue and you told him you hoped everything would be fine”

“Oh babe”, Juice sighed and kissed my hands, “It… It wasn’t supposed to be like this, I was planning to do it at our dinner, ask you…”, suddenly, he pulled back and got something on his pocket, then Juice knelt in front of me.

“Juice”, I whispered, completely astonished.

“I told you once babe, I’ve waited for you my whole life and I have no doubts I want to spend the rest of it with you”, he opened the box, showing me a beautiful ring, “Y/N, will marry me?”

Everybody was watching us, waiting. Opie had let my brother go and he was stunned as Juice proposed to me. I felt the tears running down my face as I nodded.

“Yes! Yes Juice, I will marry you”

Juice’s POV

Juice smiled, feeling his heart pound inside his chest as he slid the engagement ring on Y/N’s finger. She had said yes, the woman he loved would be his wife. Chibs had helped him to get the ring and he was playing to propose at their dinner. His brother thought it was too soon, but Juice couldn’t wait any longer, he wanted a life with Y/N. His heart was breaking when she arrived at the clubhouse, her brother yelling as she cried, but now, he couldn’t describe how happy was. He would marry Y/N and she was pregnant, carrying his child.

“I love you”, Juice whispered, holding Y/N close and resting a hand over her belly, “Both of you”

“I love you too”, she smiled and kissed him. Jax lightened the mood with his whistles and claps, cheering for his friends. Y/N blushed and looked at her brother. Gemma noticed it and told Jax and Opie to move, leaving them alone.

“I… I owe you an apology”, Y/B/N looked from his sister to Juice, holding out a hand for him.

“It’s okay man”, Juice shook his hand, “I would have done the same, but, as I said before, I won’t hurt your sister, ever”

“I know”, Y/N’s brother admitted and opened his arms to her, “Congratulations”

“Bubby!”, Y/N hugged her brother as Juice watched, smiling.

“Hey, let’s celebrate!”, Gemma called them, pulling Y/B/N with her to the bar. Juice and Y/N stayed behind, lovingly looking at each other. He touched her belly again, thinking about the baby growing inside and he couldn’t be more happier, he finally had found his old lady.


Months later…

Y/N wanted to get married before her bump was too big, and though they had planned and tried to make it happen, she was already showing up, bump growing fast. Why? She was pregnant with twins. Juice was excited, already thinking about names and driving his wife to be crazy. They had moved in together, in a house Juice already had his eyes on for a long time; he couldn’t wait to get the nursery ready.

It was their wedding day and Juice was at the altar, waiting for Y/N. He was breathing deeply, trying to calm down, but it wouldn’t happen until the wedding band was on her finger and Y/N was officially Mrs Ortiz. Gemma rushed to her seat and signed for the music to start. Everybody got up and looked at the aisle, Juice held his breath and there she was, beautiful on her wedding dress. Y/B/N walked with his sister on the aisle and they just exchanged a meaningful look as Juice took Y/N’s hand in his.

“You’re so beautiful”, he whispered as Y/N smiled at him and they turned to the altar.


He would remember every detail of that night forever, Juice thought as he slowly danced with his wife, her head resting against his shoulder.

“Is this really happening?”, he whispered, “This isn’t a dream, is it?”

“Yes, this is really happening my love”, Y/N pulled back to look at him, eyes sparkling as she put Juice’s hand over her belly, “It’s true”

Yes, it was and Juice knew the best was yet to come.

The End

@mwesterfeld1985 @cherieann-2001

Dating Bellamy Blake Would Include:

Originally posted by aimless-photographer

  • Goofing around to make each other smile
  • Cuddling
  • Bickering over stupid things
  • “You don’t always have to be the hero Bell”
  • Him making it his duty to keep you safe
  • Him freaking out if you’re home late from a mission
  • “You scared me half to death”
  • Sneaking out at night to get some time alone
  • Clarke and Raven teasing you
  • Loving how caring he is
  • Never leaving each others side
  • “You are such a dork”
  • Forehead kisses
  • Him holding your hand, waist, back, anything to keep contact with you
  • Playing with his hair
  • Becoming really closer with Octavia
  • Octavia threatening you if you ever hurt him
  • “We can do this Bell, we can beat the odds”
  • Arguing over what the group should do next
  • Always making up after the arguments
  • “I’m never going to leave you…”
  • “Promise?”
  • “Promise”

Requests Open 

Expiration Dates

“Bouquets and chocolates
All go bad someday
Like a short lived summer love
Or a simple flirt exchange

Matching shirts that fit no more
Crumpled notes and closed doors
Don’t let that happen to us
Please let this be enough

Calendars with marker stains
Littered with expiration dates
Please just keep in touch
Don’t let this go to dust

A night from forever ago
Dancing to, and fro
I am entranced by your eyes
Your kiss silenced my cries

Lips that are but a ghost
Trailed in memory across my throat
Tip toes to reach your heart
Little did I know what began to start

I don’t understand how a man
Can know exactly who I am
Simple glances
Your cheeky smile
Stay forever, not just awhile

Expiration dates are void and done
I finally found my only one
A possessor of my heart and mind
Together we defy space and time

With simple words like never and always
We beat the odds in this crazy race
It won’t happen to us
This I have learned to trust.”

alliecat-person  asked:

As someone who is a year away from a PhD I'm quite happy to discuss history with anyone who is open to it. But what galls me about mpoc is that they end up saying that academic expertise--which many of us have spent years acquiring--means nothing, all while claiming expertise for themselves on a wide array of subjects. Apparently their manner of acquiring expertise is valid, while those of us who have passed exams, presented our work, etc., are just part of repressive, monolithic academia.

The problem itself is of course, broader than you, or I, or MPOC, but it illustrates some of the current issues rather well. The example of MPOC copying the wikipedia bibliography for muslims in Spain to back their claim that Queen Urraca was a perfect example. You don’t need any training to copy something from wikipedia – but of course, a lot of what they copy is from academics – it is part of that system. 

Same with the databases they use - none of the research is original (and it doesn’t have to be! That’d be far too much work for a hobby) but at the same time, those were all created and researched by academics. 

So the first problem is – academia has terrible PR. It’s associated with class, racial divides, capitalistic loans, and really boring and dry material. And these things are true. Some of the stuff that comes out is dreadfully dull or dense and hard to read and nothing makes those parts less boring or less complex, you just learn to handle those things better. 

But you can’t claim everything is the ivory tower, or that everyone is part of a repressive hierarchy. I tell my friends it’s the bell hooks effect on tumblr – people like radical discourse when it says what they want to say, when they believe that those people are backing up things they believe, and when a punchy quote catches their eye – but if they think something is complex or elitist they disregard it as only for the ivory tower. But bell hooks is an academic, bell hooks is a PhD and a professor, and is a great feminist theorist. Even if bell hooks’s place in academia has been to challenge it, she is a part of that process. The bell hooks popular among people who spurn academia and elitist language is the same bell hooks who writes about feminist theory and teaches classes at a university. 

It can be jarring for me to be accused of things regarding my education as if I had everything handed to me. I worked hard to be the first in my mother’s family to earn a BA. I had two jobs. I paid for school  mostly myself with loans. I had a pell grant. I spent my first year in college in the TRIO government program for first gen and low income students. (Had I stayed at that university, I would have pursued the McNair Program for POC students). I applied to colleges mostly through fee waivers, and only visited the universities that paid to fly me out for diversity recruitment because my mother had no money, and we were going to lose our house.

You don’t accidentally end up a biracial/mexican woman who gets into graduate school. You make a conscious choice to fight tooth and nail against your circumstances, to succeed academically and personally, and pray someone will fund you once you get in. So I got asked “should history be kept only to people with the power and resources to get a degree?” and that I think, shocked me. I’ve spent most of my undergraduate career A.) struggling to pay for it with debt and B.) convincing people to take a chance on my abilities and C.) working for non-profits and public institutions because like most scholars, I’m not in this field for money. If I wanted to play keepaway, I’d get an MBA. 

This goes back to PR – we’re not all people who are fundamentally good at being concise, and learning the language and diction of our disciplines sometimes complicates what we’re saying. People believe they aren’t welcome in those spaces or have a fear of feeling stupid – and we don’t always clear that up properly. We also don’t always tell people that most of us find the freedom of information and knowledge to be a fundamental part of democracy. 

However, it’s easier and easier to access the “languages” if you will – to look up terms on wikipedia, on the plain english wiki, to google something and find answers, and to ask people to “translate”. No one knows everything. 

Neither side will succeed if we blame those who beat stacked odds against them to get a degree, or demean those who can’t, didn’t, or chose not to. 

Connection Chap Seventeen

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Connection.  Read Chap One here. Two. Three Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.  Nine.  Ten.  Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen.  Fifteen. Sixteen.

Sherlock x reader

Summary: an American forensic psychologist hired by Mycroft Holmes. You thought it would be more interesting and fulfilling than your previous job with a law firm in London but you had no idea how much it would change your life. Or really, how much one person would change everything.

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The living room never seemed so small even after you had pushed the couch back and moved the table. The fire was beginning to die causing the ticking of the clock on the other side of the room to grow louder and more grating. You continued to pace back and forth across the room still checking your phone every ten to twelve minutes. It was driving you crazy but you just couldn’t stop.

It had been hours since they left and something was wrong, very wrong. Mycroft had left more than two hours ago and he would’ve called by now if everything was fine. Sherlock and John would’ve called by now. The only thing worse than not knowing what really happened was getting lost in all the scenarios of what could be. Each scene playing out in your head was worse than the last.

Mary suddenly blocked your path and grabbed you by the arms. “You need to stop or I’m going to lose it.” You clenched your jaw but the worry in her brow and the hint of fear in her eyes gave you pause. “I understand, but this isn’t going to do anything. I was drugged by a bum…”

You snapped, “he’s not a bum.”

She took a breath before meeting your gaze again. “I was drugged while pregnant and I have no idea what insane plan they went off with but there’s nothing I can do. Wearing a hole in this carpet isn’t going to change anything but drive me to knock you out.” She released your arms, “I’m sorry but it’s true.”

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Fangirl Challenge: [20/40] Romantic Relationships » Jo and Alaric

“Neither one of us should be here right now. We’ve spent our lives dodging fate, beating the odds. But because we did, I got to meet you. The most beautiful, hilarious, and intimidatingly brilliant woman I have ever known. You inspire me. You’ve shown me that happiness is actually something I can have in my life. And so…I promise to be with you and love you and to dodge fate with you for the rest of our lives.”

We loved statistics. I mean, we hated them, but we loved the thought of beating them. Doesn’t everyone believe that they’re the one percent who will beat the odds? We did, too.
—  g.e // December 1st