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Elsewhere University- Feathers (part 2)

part one   EDIT: part three

Hey there!! Once again, playing in @charminglyantiquated‘s sandbox. the original comic this was inspired by can be found here (go read it!!), and the blog for everything Elsewhere is @elsewhereuniversity


Previously:

(For all that you belong here, have the dirt and salt and scent and feathers to prove it, for all that, Elsewhere has a hold of you now. Time to see which hold is stronger.)

Part 2:

You go through security, board the plane. None of the metals pull at your bones. Just to see if you can, you spin fanciful lies about yourself as you make conversation with your seat mate.

(The words want to stick in your throat, but you’re mostly sure that’s from years (and years and years) of choosing your words ever so carefully with strangers, and not for any less …mundane a reason.)

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LGBT+ MASTERLIST PROJECT BY ROCIO @nuevayor​

Week One: TELEVISION
Week Two: MOVIES
Week Three: BOOKS
Week Four: POETRY
Week Five: MUSIC
Week Six: COMICS
Week Seven: DOCUMENTARIES
Week Eight: PODCASTS
Week Ten: HISTORY
Week Eleven: RESOURCES
Week Twelve: THANK YOU + GOODBI

Week Nine: Hello again and welcome back to the LGBT+ Masterlist Project!

I had originally named this post ‘BLOGS + VLOGS’ but after the overwhelming amount of suggestions specific to YouTube channels, I figured to dedicate this week’s post entirely to YouTubers. Voilà, here we are!

The genres vary this week, as always. We’ve got beauty vlogs, lifestyle vlogs, cooking vlogs, music vlogs, talk show set ups, and a bunch of other types of content! One thing is for sure, and the whole point of this entire project: these are all LGBT+ YouTubers. A lot of them are here on Tumblr too! So I added their @’s for you as well. 

If you think I’ve mislabeled someone (as in, if I have put them in this list or in the gifs above when they aren’t LGBT+), please tell me immediately as there’s nothing I value more than accuracy - I will be sure to follow up. In addition! If you’ve got recs, don’t hesitate to send them my way (particularly LGBT+ YouTubers who are people of color - I was underwhelmed to see the vast yet not so diverse YouTube vlogging landscape when it came to popularity.)

Next week: LGBT+ HISTORY - a compilation of academic journals, articles, autobiographies, YouTube videos, and other types of media that cover the long and too often glossed over history of the vast and diverse LGBT+ community. If you have any recommendations, send them my way!

Enjoy: LGBT+ YOUTUBERS

  • Pero Like - “Pero, like… You know what we mean. Weekly videos of tu vida.” A Latinx-oriented vlog in which one of the YouTubers is Salvadoran and gay, but LGBT topics are not the main thing they vlog about
  • Shannon @now-this-is-living​ & Cammie @the-2nd-star-to-the-right on their channel nowthisisliving - A lesbian couple who are “just sharing [their] story/love/life with anyone who wants to listen”
  • Claudia Boleyn - A bisexual YouTuber who makes videos about mental health and social justice issues
  • Miles Jai  (giffed above) - Posts improv sketches, parodies, “beauty tutorials”, as well as vlogs
  • Kat Blaque @katblaque (giffed above) - “Opinion Vlogger, Children’s Illustrator and Thrift Store Addict”
  • Sara @rnashallah(giffed above) - Totally not putting her up here because we’ve been mutuals on Tumblr for like mad long and I’m just very fond of Sara as a person. She vlogs about her life and tbh that alone is worth a sub in my book!
  • Eileen W. @peeves(giffed above) - Another good friend of mine (let me live). HILARIOUS, sarcastic, honest, and is pretty much always there to Validate You, so support her and subscribe!
  • Marina Watanabe @marinashutup​ (giffed above) - “Part time feminist vlogger, full time sass machine. Biracial, bisexual, bipedal.”
  • Kid Fury @signedfury - “Born in Miami and raising hell in New York City, Kid Fury is a media mouthpiece with a whole lot of nerve. This channel is one of many avenues Fury uses to cover life, pop culture and more with a unique and sharp flare of truth, shade, and fuckery.”
  • AriFitz @itsarifitz - Lifestyle + style vlog

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12x10 - “Pterodactyl Screeching into the void” - Part 1

My title is borrowed from @postmodernmulticoloredcloak comment on my crazy blogging after first watching this episode earlier. I feel like it is a fitting title for how this episode made me feel. To clarify, these are very very happy pterodactyls.

Steve Yokey wrote this episode and he appears to have well and truly taken up the gap left when Robbie Thompson sadly left the show. In fact this episode to me channels the ghost of Robbie in many different ways. From the fanfiction-esque moments of poor suffering third wheel Sam, to the meta nod to Charlie Bradbury, there is much of Robbie to be found here. Basically, it was bloody perfect.

I feel like there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on it for months if not years to come. Yokey has picked up the characterisations brilliantly, and seems to have an understanding of what the fandom desperately craves in terms of Castiel, his character, his personality and his development. I adored his sass in this episode. Some other writers *cough*bucklemming*cough* struggle to really capture Castiel’s sass and humour. Showing their lack of understanding of Castiel’s persona and his intelligence and instead writing him in a way that is jarring and sometimes basically stupid. Castiel is far from stupid. In this episode he was written perfectly, in a way I haven’t seen since Edlund’s time. Is that a sweeping statement? Maybe. But I’m still riding my high so let me have it this time.

This episode gave us three of my favourite things. Badass and Sassy Castiel, Overprotective grumpy husband Dean, and poor long suffering brother Sam. (baring in mind this is how they are usually written in fanfiction nowadays this is exactly my jam and I am so so happy to see it play out on screen. Seriously who sold their soul to Crowley for this episode?)

This review will also be in two parts. Because I have so freaking much to say about it.

The first part will focus on destiel, the second on everything else including Castiel’s emotional arc (as separate from destiel), his relationships with angels, angels and gender and Lily Sunder’s character.

PART 1 - ALL THE DESTIEL

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This Is War [5]
Request: jealous!bucky where he tries to outdo the guy in everything and its just ridiculous and funny (Again, wasn’t sure if this was an ACTUAL request, but I thought it would be fun as one :p)


Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1154

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, some language

A/N: I feel like this part is also a little boring, but I gotta move stuff along somehow! Hopefully y’all enjoy it! Thank you for reading!! Feedback is always appreciated :)

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anonymous asked:

Let him rest? Who the hell do you think you are? Louis is not a helpless child. He's a grown ass man, he's rich, he's got an adorable son, a hot girlfriend. He gets paid to walk around in fancy clothes and sip coffee. Why the fuck do you act like people should feel sorry for him? Aren't you ashamed to act like this when so many people around the world struggle with REAL issues?

Okay, anon. Okay.

Let us imagine for a moment that we are two separate and yet civilised bloggers. 

Let us imagine that we are both fans of Louis Tomlinson, and as such take an interest in his general wellbeing, as well as support him in his work.

Let us imagine, that you, dear blogger, saw a three word tag on a post that I wrote, one made up of nine words.

Let us imagine that you read the words ‘Just a happy hug for Louis. Pass it on’ and then clicked into my original post and saw the tags ‘one less thing to worry about’, ‘let him shine’ and  'let him rest’.

Let us imagine that in seeing this, for reasons best known only to you, you chose to focus on the three words ‘let him rest’.

Let us imagine that without choosing to ask, or to seek context as to why I would have made the post to begin with, let alone used those three particular words, you then instead chose to send me a cowardly anonymous message.

Let us imagine that I attach no shame to what I choose to blog about, and that instead I choose to blog about things that I find positive, or wish to raise awareness of, as well as things I enjoy.

Let us imagine, anon, that you are unaware of the fact that I am a real life activist, and that I have in fact been to parliament to discuss real life issues with real life MPs.

Let us imagine, that you anon, recall before you press send, that you know nothing about me, my life, nor the REAL issues, I, nor anyone around me, face.

Let us imagine, anonymous person who came to my blog with the express purpose of sending me this message, that you cannot in fact imagine what it was like, like I, to be raised in the shadow of sectarianism.

Let us imagine, anonymous grey box of safety you choose to hide behind, that every day of my career, I work assisting people whom I was inspired to support, after my mother lost the vast majority of her hearing and was injured in a bombing when I was five years old.

Let us imagine, person presumably too ashamed of their actions to use their real name, that no, I am not ashamed to act with compassion and empathy, and to have a post reflect those parts of me.

Let us imagine that I, a fan of Louis Tomlinson, used those three words, because I was happy to see that he will not face charges in a case that I feel should never have been brought against him in the first place.

Let us imagine that I used the words ‘let him rest’ because I am happy that instead of having the shadow of the aforementioned case (and the way certain people chose to report it) hanging over him, I hope that he can instead now get some respite, away from this particular kind of exposure.

Let us imagine, that while I understand that everyone experiences and deals with grief in the way that is personal and right for them, that grief is something I sadly understand all too well.

Let us imagine then, that as someone who in the past few years alone, has lost five of my cousins (including one to suicide, the pain of which I talked about in depth here), my aunt (who was like a grandmother to me), my uncle (who was in fact buried today), and my father, who died aged fifty-nine (and whom I didn’t even get to say goodbye to, because he passed away with no warning), knows a little bit about grief and how it can weary you.

Let us imagine that within the scope of my experience, I feel, personally, that while we all handle grief differently, that the one thing you do not need when grieving is more external stressors in your life, because grief is an all consuming experience (tiring in a way that you cannot know until you have lived through it), that no amount of money, sipping coffee, or fancy clothes can assuage.

Let us imagine that I, someone who has experienced the life changing blow that is losing a parent, empathises with Louis Tomlinson in this instance, and that I hope he is able to relax a bit and rest a little more (something that in and of itself is open to interpretation) with one less of those external stressors to worry about.

Let us imagine, anon, that you have not experienced even a fraction of such a monumental emotion (because I would not wish it on anyone), and that you can find it within yourself to understand, to examine context, and to use critical thinking regarding the words of someone who has, and who in turn chose to make a small statement on their own blog regarding it.

Let us imagine, dear anon, that we live in a world where people think before they speak, where someone who is grieving can visit a site they enjoy for some respite from said grief, and where unchecked denigration and spewing vitriol are not the norm. Where people consider their words and how they will carry them with them (because carry them they must), before they send a stranger an anonymous message on the internet.

Imagine THAT.

tw: child sexual abuse, rape, emotional abuse, suicide-baiting, transmisogyny 

I never do call-outs ‘cause they take forever, but this has to stop. 

@sleepdontvisit claims they’re on a campaign to root out “inclusionist pedophiles and pedophile apologists.” 

Instead, they almost exclusively target bi trans sexual abuse survivors, frequently flat-out lying about what those survivors have said. 

(In their whole call-out list, there’s only two people who aren’t trans. And the cis people only get called out for supporting “pedophile apologists,” they aren’t calling the cis people pedophiles.)

They consistently link to receipts that don’t support their statements, knowing that people won’t click through and read all that. 

Many of their call-outs have hundreds of notes, and have goaded exclusionists and even some inclusionists into sending anon hate, suicide-baiting, and death threats to inclusionists who are bi trans sexual abuse survivors

It’s not a coincidence that bi and trans people (especially trans women) are the ones that are most frequently stereotyped as sexual predators, in both the gay and straight communities. 

(DID U KNOW: Part of the reason that the acronym wasn’t “LGB” till the early 90s was that radical lesbians said bi men shouldn’t be allowed at Pride because they were rapists.) 

It might be relevant that sleepdontvisit seems to be very biphobic, saying things like, “Why are literally all of the big bisexual bloggers literally the most cringeworthy people I have ever encountered?”

there are two lesbians on their list, out of all the bi people. 

they’re both trans women. 

And now they’ve begun going around harassing trans inclusionist survivors who haven’t heard of their campaign, by implying that they’re “pedophile apologists” too if they haven’t called out these people yet. Or if they say that it’s not okay to call CSA survivors “pedophile apologists.” 

They guilt-trip and threaten anyone who won’t help them in their smear campaign, even discoursers who are calling out individual people already. They are goading exclusionists to harass these people. One of their victims has already deleted, that I know of. 

When one survivor called them out for things like posting content about pedophilia in the ace positivity tag, their response was to go through that person’s blog and list everyone they’d reblogged from who themselves had ever reblogged from one of the people on the list. Which may have been well-intended but comes off as intensely harassing. 

And then they falsely claimed that "ace/aro minors… are being told by adults that it’s ‘normal’ for children to be sexual, so it’s important for them to identify as asexual.”

(That person even said “If you’d like, I can give you a list of exclusionists that none of you are no-platforming (and one of which went hand-in-hand with discourseprincesa and doing just as much harm but is still being defended)” and instead of taking the information, they ignored it, and instead tagged another post to boast that inclusionists ignore callouts but exclusionists call out all their TERFs. I know for sure that one isn’t true, @allosexisterfs​ is mine and it contains a list of about 250 exclusionist TERFs, that sleepdontvisit hasn’t said a word about that I know of. BUT ANYWAY) 

If you care about survivors, please spread the word to no-platform sleepdontvisit, and to stop spreading their lies. 

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Just Let Him Have This

Warnings: None I think?
Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan, Sister Winchester Reader
Summary: You find it difficult to trust Adam as he becomes part of the family
Reader’s Age: Any
Word Count: 989

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: This took FOREVER but I’m glad I got something out! Enjoy!

Finding out that your dad had another kid was hard enough, but actually meeting the guy was harder. His name was Adam. He had contacted you and your brothers by calling your dad’s old phone. After finding out he was telling the truth- that he was indeed John’s son- Sam was more willing to accept him into the family. You and Dean were a little more weary.

You and your, now three, brothers got a motel.

“They don’t have any rooms with at least three beds so we get two separate rooms,” Dean informed everyone as he approached the Impala.

“So, who bunks up with who?” you asked, crossing your arms over you chest as your eyes darted to Adam.

“Y/N, why don’t you and Adam take a room?” Sam suggested.

You were about to protest until Adam spoke up, “I’m cool with that.” You hesitantly decided not to argue and grabbed your stuff with a groan, heading into the motel room.

“Which bed do you want?” you directed at Adam as you dropped your bag by the door.

He shrugged, “Doesn’t matter.”

Rolling your eyes and with a sigh, you set your bag onto the bed closest to the door. “Fine. I get this one.” You figured if he tried to leave in the middle of the night he’d have to walk pass you.

Adam softly nodded and went to his bed. You laid down on yours and got out your phone to text Sam.

You: Thanks for that…

Sam: You need to get to know him.

You: So you decided the best way to do that was to make us share a room?

Sam: I’m sorry Y/N, but you can’t hate the guy if you don’t know him.

You: Why were you so fast at liking him anyway?

Sam: I guess my instinct isn’t to hate people when I first meet them.

You: I’m just being cautious.

Sam: I know, I’m sorry. Just try to talk to him, please?

You: Fine.

You set your phone down and looked to your right. You easily found Adam, passed out on the bed. You sighed, realizing you weren’t going to be able to fall asleep with a stranger in the bed next to you.

You turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels until you heard your phone buzz. Picking it up, Dean’s name glowed back at you.

Dean: Did you kill him yet?

You: No.
You: I’m gonna kill Sam though.

Dean: Yeah. I gave him a mouthful when we got into our motel room.

You: I’m not gonna be able to sleep with him here.

Dean: I know.

As soon as you read the text there was a faint knock on the door. You got up, grabbing your gun just in case and stepped over to the door.

The gun that you pressed to the back of the door went to the dresser. You sighed when you saw Dean standing there with pie.

“Want some pie?” Dean smiled. You grabbed your jacket and followed Dean over to the Impala.

You hopped onto the hood of Baby. Dean handed you a piece of pie with a fork and you began eating. Dean laid back on the hood and stared at the stars.

“Do I have to share a room with him?” you asked, hoping the answer would be no, but expecting the opposite.

“I don’t like it either but… Sam does have a point. We need to get to know him,” Dean shrugged, taking a swig of his beer.

“I don’t trust him,” you replied and looked over to Dean, seeing him staring at you.

“I know. You don’t have to trust him right away. After all, trust is something you earn, but you have to give him a chance to do that. And then, if you still don’t trust him, you can go stabbing him with a knife,” Dean chuckled. You smiled and nodded in response.

Dean did make a really good point. You don’t have to trust the guy right away. If Adam wants to get to know you and be a real brother, he’ll work to earn your trust.

After talking for a few hours and staring into the sky, you and Dean called it a night. You walked into your motel room and saw Adam still in his bed. To be honest, you thought he would’ve left while you were outside.


The alarm blared in your ears, jolting you awake. Yawning, you rolled over and Adam was gone. You jumped up and raced to the bathroom to find it empty. You were halfway to the motel door when it swung open to reveal Adam carrying a few bags.

“Y'okay?” Adam asked once he saw your frazzled self.

“Where’d you go?” You stepped closer to him.

“To get some food. I got donuts, waffles, pancakes, and a salad… I don’t know what any of you eat…” Adam said, setting the bags onto the table.

You relaxed. “Oh…” You walked over to the bags. “Thanks.”

You grabbed some waffles and sat down at the table. You heard a knock at the door. Behind it was Sam and Dean.

“I smell food,” Dean hummed as he bolted towards the food.


It’s been a few weeks since Adam joined the family. It took a little while, but now you’re comfortable with saying he’s your brother. He’s even become a little protective of you.

“And then I jumped out and chopped the vamps head off!” Dean told the story to Adam.

“You seemed to be confused. I remember me jumping out and saving you two,” you joined the conversation.

“Details,” Dean waved you off and continued to tell the story.

Adam leaned over to you and whispered, “He doesn’t actually think I believe that story, right?”

“Just let him have this,” you replied with a chuckle and Adam nodded with a smile.


Requested by Anonymous
“Hi! I love your blog!! Could you write a sister imagine where the Sister meets Adam with the brothers and she’s a little suspicious of him at first but then they become close?”

A/N: TYSM!💕

I hope y'all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!

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Lesson 7: Demons

By: Admin Vorst

Live class date and time: To Be Determined

Demonologist, demonolator and Satanists.

Demonologist study demons.

Demonolators study demons and worship them as divine beings.

Satanists adhere to Satan and or may not include demons in their religion or practice.

These terms can overlap,but don’t need to.

With this I’d like to quickly introduce myself. Hi, I’m Vorst and I’m both a Satanist and a demonolator, though Satan is my God, above everyone else. I’m also oath-bound to Him, which means I’ve promised to worship Him my entire life.

With this a warning: don’t make oaths for the fun of it. Changing your mind can happen, and in experience: neither gods nor demons will take kindly to oath-breakers.

Where does the word ‘demon’ come from?

The word comes from the Ancient Greek word 'δαιμον’, which the Romans also wrote as 'daemon’ later on in their own literature.

The meaning of the word 'daemon’ is: a spirit between gods and Man. You can see that the Greeks nor the Romans ever saw daemons as malicious spirits.

That changed with the rise of Christianity and Abrahamic religions in general. In contrary to Roman tactics, some of the now newly conquered Christian countries slowly began to forbid and shun any worship of gods and spirits outside of their own pantheon.

To the eyes of the Christian in these places, foreign beliefs were seen to be evil, corrupt and disfigured. Their gods being viewed as evil beings, out there to ruin people’s lives. They were to be portrayed as such that no one would ever want to associate themselves with these deities, and so previously normal words to describe certain entities had now gotten a sinister meaning.

That is the reason why people in modern times have taken it upon themselves to use 'daemon’ again instead of 'demon’, to distinguish themselves from the people who see them as solely malicious.

What are demons?

In modern shows and TV-series most hold on to their favourite stereotypes: terrifying evil creatures constantly possessing humans. In the more obscure films and media forms, they’re starting to slowly get to the truth of demons, usually portraying their wit and intelligence. This is most likely due to Christianity becoming less influential - and the fact that controversy is a great hit in everything.

Darker parts of the human self. Our darker emotions, such as fear, anger and sadness are seen as our personal demons. But also addiction, violent behaviour and sexual acts, as demons themselves are often associated with exactly these. These inner demons, as they are called, are obviously not the demons I will be discussing.

In reality, the entities known as demons are spirits and/or gods from ancient times. Most of the time, however, there is a line between when an entity is considered a demon, and when a god. Satan, per example, is referred to being both “the God of this world” and the king of demons. Some say he is not a demon, and some say he’s a demon but not the leader.

Another example of this is Astarte. Both seen as the female counterpart of the demon Astaroth, but she is also known as the Middle Eastern goddess Ishtar, worshipped from the Bronze Age in the ancient Levant among the Canaanites and Phoenicians.

Another example being Beelzebub, the Lord of Flies, as Biblical scholar Thomas Kelly Cheyne suggested that it might be a corruption of the name Ba‘al Zəbûl, “Lord of the High Place” (i.e., Heaven) or “High Lord” - a god previously worshipped.

The line between whether demons are gods or spirits is fairly vague. It is also worth noting that some have mentioned that some, like Astarte, might take offence to being referred to as a demon, so do be aware when contacting them and ask them what they want to be referred to as.  

Possession.

When people do feel like they’re possessed it’s usually either that they’re not well in touch with their inner selves, or that they’re influenced by negative energy of maybe a spirit. Though it is far more often the first scenario that’s causing the sensation. Of course, this excludes people with mental issues, who I advice to seek professional help in these cases. Also, therapists can help too.

Are demons evil?

Demons are as equally evil as gods are, as demonolators see them as divine beings. We all know gods of war, and yet they were worshipped. We know of gods who have murdered, assaulted and committed various human crimes and were and/or are still worshipped. There are various reasons for this, one being that gods can never be wrong, as they are not bound by human rules and transcend human morality. This, however, is more of a philosophical idea so I will not elaborate on that now.

Because demons are often portrayed as having characteristics similar to humans, one could never fully call a demon solely evil, nor could they ever be solely good.

This will probably make you wonder:

Is it reasonable to fear demons?

Absolutely. Whereas not per se evil, all are capable of acting hostile - this being their one trait everyone agrees on.

Demons are ancient and powerful entities that often care not for human problems. They often view humans as either acceptable or downright worthless to them.

And why would they in any other way?

In most religious practices, a god grants a human their prayer to come true when the human has presented themselves favourable to said god.

In the case of demons? They require no worship. Some gods don’t need worship either, but in the case of demons they appear completely separate from humanity. Despite that, as demons are closer to the raw core of human emotions than the general god would be, demons feed on the strongest of feelings: sadness, anger, fear, love and happiness. Demons are seen as spiritual predators in this regard.

As they require nor seem to desire an active response from humans, they are not inclined to mix themselves with mortals.

This does not mean a demon will never be genuinely kind. They will be. But do note that demons are skilled tricksters in getting what they want through fake promises and sweet lies.

When assured a demon expresses interest, kindness and acceptance a mutual agreement can be agreed on.

Banishing a demon?

So before I go into working with them, I’ll discuss how to get rid of them. First of all: ask them to leave. Be polite. Maybe they’re just simply approaching you.

If that does not work, try salt or spells to make others distance yourself from you.

You could also try and evoke another authority figure, like your god, to protect you.

Don’t engage them in a fight. Antagonized demons are the last you would want.

Working with demons?

Demons are wise teachers and are willing to share their secrets when either politely asked or forced to do so.

Either way seems to work fine, and have different names as well.

Evoking a demon is the act of forcefully conjuring a demon in your space, as in shown and described in the book of the Lesser Key of Solomon.

Invoking a demon is the act of inviting a demon in your space. You leave it up to the demon whether or not they show up.

The latter is obviously far more polite; modern demonolators prefer that one and I will be discussing that one the most.

Invocation differs from person to person. But, I will now state the general idea of doing this safely.

Always go for an invocation and never an evocation. This is personal advice. Demons will not be pleased if you force them. When casting a circle, during invocation the demon will be inside the circle together with you, with positive energy.

During evocation, the demon will be trapped inside the circle, the person outside looking in. Honestly, it’s terrible to start an acquaintanceship like that.

In order to prevent antagonizing the demon, be polite and go for an invocation. An invocation can be as difficult as you want it to be, in its simplest form it can even be as small as a prayer.

In my case, I cleanse my room, surround myself with a mental barrier (or through a smell I associate with Satan) where I invite the demon in. Then I draw a general summoning circle in the air. This can be done with a ritual knife, athame, wand or you hands. When using a sharp object do remember not to stab it in the air as if it’s an attack.

We don’t tend to attempt to knife our guests.

Afterward, or during, I say the Enn for the specific demon I wish to invoke.

Enns are short sentences in an unknown language, claimed to be demonic, of invitation, admiration or requests of protections. There are various theories on how they were found. The first demonolator who wrote them down was Alexander Willit in the 16th century. Later, other demonolators used them in their practice too. We know it is a language, with grammar, but we do not know the grammar itself yet. We do know the meaning of some sentences. Because we know little, we also do not know how to correctly pronounce these enns. Say it how you want.

Some examples of this language and their translation: “Ganic Tasa Fubin Flereous” could be translated as Fire protect the flame, Lord Flereous, per example. Another example is the enn for Barbatos, which is: “Eveta fubin Barabatos”.

After that, I go and meditate until I feel a presence. When I do, I politely try to communicate with the demon, mentally or verbally. There are various ways a demon can show itself depending on your spiritual state. Experienced demonolators reported manifestations so strong they initially thought someone had broken into their house.

When done, I thank the demon and end the invocation. This can be as simple as saying goodbye and as complex as an entire ritual. Do what you feel works best.


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Bullet Journal in a Lined Journal

Many of you have asked me how a lined journal can work for bullet journaling. Well, turns out it works fabulously. I found this cute journal at HomeGoods for $4.00 and I had to get it. (It’s a problem really.) I decided to use it to show you all how to use a lined journal as opposed to graph-grid, dot-grid, or blank pages. 

Like most journals, I began with an index. I embellished this page with washi tape and you will see that I’ve done that with every page in this journal. That blue smudge is actually blue highlighter that leaked through from the other side. 

This is my future log, again with washi embellishments. I split up the year into six months on each page. The spacing was difficult on this, but the lines helped to keep the dates straight. 

Normally, I’d put my icons on the page after my index, but I didn’t. There’s no turning back when you plan in pen. I also have my mood pixel page here. It’s good that I’ve only had four majorly depressing days this year. Improvement! 

I also have a bucketlist and a wishlist. As you can see, I’m not an exciting person. 

My “happy finds” are just things that make me smile or laugh. I thought it would be nice to have my favorite quotes next to the things that make me happy. Although, looking at it, I might run out of room on my quotes page. 

I’m not showing my birthday list, story ideas, or brain dump. The birthday list page isn’t done yet, so I’d rather just make a separate post for that one. I’m not showing my story ideas because I’m always afraid of people stealing my ideas. Especially in the world we live in today. My brain dump page is just for little questions and wonders I have through the day. Not very exciting, and a bit embarrassing. 

Moving on! 

My To-Do List actually has things checked off! It’s like journaling has helped or something  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This isn’t in my index, so bonus for you all! This is my March calendar that I actually cut from my planner that I used in a different tutorial, which you can find [here]. I have a small habit tracker in the notes section. 

For my daily entries, I’ve been trying to go simple. I work too much to make fancy layouts now. This actually helps me find what I did on each day a lot faster. 

My goal is to use this journal all the way through. As someone who has an issue with sticking to one journal, this might be difficult. Let me know if you have any questions or responses to my journal!

i feel like the narrative on women and makeup has become so muddled and confused and misguided. there is honestly an industry at this point based on denying that makeup has anything to do with patriarchy in any way, shape or form. despite the obvious fact that, no, the vast majority of men do not wear makeup–and yes, we still consider many of them beautiful without it, and without even thinking about it. 

the beauty industry has become attuned enough to the change in culture and women’s increasing liberation over time that they can no longer get away with marketing all their products as “fixes” for your “flaws.” no, they’ve actually co-opted feminist/activist rhetoric to sell their products to you. this imbues their product with a significance and a weight that, without this language, it simply does not have. sadly a lot of this language is similarly used by makeup blogs/vlogs/instagrams/etc without understanding that the capitalist machine has pushed this nonsense on us for years to dupe us. let’s actually take a look at some modern advertising in the beauty industry:

wow! it’s almost like “having it all” sounds familiar? hm, where have i heard that?

this is just one of dozens of products that compare their makeup to a revolution.

the beauty industry has been steadily using rhetoric to suggest that cosmetics bring women power and the like, such as:

but when all else fails, don’t convince women that beauty products will empower, change, enliven them, or make them assertive. just tell them it’s a part of who they are!

because how could the real you shine through without the help of some new foundation or lipstick?

there is such an absurdity to these slogans and such a sexism to the idea that these products are going to change women’s lives, bring them confidence, give them power or anything else. these products, nine times out of ten, are going to paint women’s faces in order to make them more appealing to the patriarchy.

it’s even gone far enough that women online have recently created a hashtag #thepowerofmakeup (?) to insist that makeup is not due to insecurities or a desire to please boys, but simply a personal choice and pleasure that exists in a vacuum and has nothing to do with anything else ever. this is the extent of the brainwashing. i don’t condemn these women in any way because their lack of understanding is not their fault and is a product of growing up in the society they have. to make myself perfectly clear, i do not condemn any women who wear makeup in any context. however the hashtag creator’s notion that “nowadays…it’s almost a crime to love doing your makeup” is literally baffling. makeup has never been more popular or beloved than it is right now, and the small group of people criticizing its misogynistic origins are nothing compared to the millions of women who feel compelled to spend hundreds every year on these products. it’s incredible to see women who do wear makeup portrayed as the outcasts, while women who don’t wear makeup know that they’ll have a tougher time getting jobs, be consistently assumed tired/upset/having a bad day, and be generally considered less desirable and inadequately feminine on the whole. 

speaking of the growing prominence of youtube channels, instagrams, tumblrs, etcetcetc centered around makeup and makeup products, i want to make a point. can makeup be art? absolutely! can makeup be fun? absolutely! can makeup exist totally separate from male dominant spaces? i’m not positive, but i think it’s possible. however, it is the dominant culture’s obsession with and need for these products which is harmful to women and girls. many will proclaim that, “i like how i look without makeup too!” and “i can still leave the house without it!” but, as someone who once constantly reiterated these phrases, unfortunately i know them to be denials in many many cases. i felt myself, over the years, insisting that i could leave the house without makeup, yet found myself doing that, at most, five times in an entire year. i told myself i liked how i looked without makeup, yet after two days in the house without a drop, i looked in the mirror and felt ugly, dirty, incomplete. and i know i am not alone. sure makeup makes you feel beautiful, but why?

if we want to talk honestly about makeup and the enormous influence it has on women and girls, we have to rid ourselves of patriarchal notions and delusions that makeup “just makes me feel good!” and embrace the idea that we can feel good, all the time, be beautiful, all the time, no matter what we look like, without makeup in any form. our choices do not exist in a vacuum, and there was a reason i cried hysterically to my mother at 13 for not being allowed to wear mascara. all women are beautiful, all the time. it’s okay that women wear makeup. we just need to start examining why we want to, and patriarchy’s role in that “choice.”

The Valet and The Prince

Today is the amazing and talented @slashyrogue‘s birthday and so I was a little cheeky and stole a prompt from their @hannigramprompts blog for a forbidden love story between Prince Hannibal and his valet, Will (full prompt here). So without further ado, happy birthday, my dear slashy, I hope you enjoy <3<3<3

Also on AO3.


“Hannibal, you can’t!”

“I am the prince, am I not? I can do exactly as I please.”

“That’s why you can’t, princes don’t kneel before their subjects. And they definitely don’t clean their boots for them!”

“You’re not my subject, Will, you’re my friend. I don’t care about what the rules say, I care about you.”

“I… alright, fine then, have it your way. Should be me down there cleaning your shoes, though. Good practice for when I’m somebody’s servant.”

“You could be so much more than that, Will. I could help you.”

“Nothing wrong with being a servant, your highness. We can’t all be the future king.”

“Perhaps I long for something different as well.”

“We all long for things we can’t have, Hannibal, that’s life.”

“Then life is unfair.”

“Yes. Hadn’t you figured that out yet?”

Will couldn’t help but remember that conversation, years past now, on the morning he was to begin his new employment. It wasn’t the first, or the last time the prince had offered to help him rise beyond his station but, looking back now, Will could see it was the beginning of the end for their friendship. He had known, by that point, that he wouldn’t be able to keep Hannibal, that his life would soon diverge from the prince’s in ways that would deny them the closeness they had enjoyed throughout their childhood. The child of the king, the future ruler, could not remain best friends with the child of a mere cook, and much as Will might have wanted to hold Hannibal close – closer even than friends, in his secret heart – he had done his best to accept this inevitability. Hannibal though, it seemed, had not realised, or at least not believed it, until that day and that conversation. After, he seemed to withdraw somewhat, as if he too had begun to build a wall around his heart against their upcoming separation, and gradually the two drifted apart, consumed by the quickly accruing duties of their different destinies. Hannibal learned how to govern, how to lead, how to rule. Will, how to serve, how to bow and scrape and obey.

Now they were both men grown, and it had been at least a year since they had been in each other’s company; longer still since they had exchanged a friendly word. So it had been a shock indeed for Will to receive news of his advancement to this new position, ahead of many other valets who were better qualified for the role. And it was downright unsettling to stand in this room, watching his new master survey him from top to toe.

“Hello, Will.”

“Good morning, your highness.” Will kept his eyes trained on the fireplace, as Hannibal prowled round him in a slow circle, clearly having no wish to put him at his ease. He felt stiff and awkward in his new uniform, provided for him by the prince’s household, and Hannibal’s scrutiny was not helping. It was all Will could do not to squirm under his gaze, only the distinct desire not to give Hannibal such satisfaction holding him in place.

Finally, the prince had apparently looked his fill and came to stand before Will, smiling affably. “You have grown up well, Will, as I always imagined you would.”

Will did his best not to roll his eyes at this. Hannibal was barely two years older than him, yet he spoke as though Will was a child in comparison. He always had been given to patronising everybody around him; when they were younger, Will would simply have smacked him and told him to stop being so annoying. Now though…

“Thank you, your highness, you are very kind. Would you like me to begin my duties?”

Hannibal raised an eyebrow at this, and sought out Will’s eyes, forcing eye contact that he had no choice but to return. “So eager to begin you have no time to catch up, Will?” Hannibal asked, and Will could swear there was something like disappointment in the prince’s eyes. It was gone again a second later though, and while Will usually trusted himself to read people accurately, with Hannibal he’d never found it quite so easy, and so told himself he’d imagined it. “Very well, Mr Graham, you may proceed.”

The title caught Will by surprise. It was, really, exactly as any valet should be addressed by his master, but from Hannibal… Still, Will did not let it faze him, and he moved calmly towards the shaving set to take up his position. The head of the prince’s household had informed him that Hannibal preferred to shave himself, as well as to pick out his own clothing (a fact which Will was greatly relieved by, having little sartorial sense of his own), and so he stood by as Hannibal approached the washstand, ready to hand him the implements as required. He was therefore in the perfect spot to observe as Hannibal dropped his fine, flowing gown to the floor, and could barely contain his gasp.

The prince was utterly, unashamedly naked.

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trimax-na-boken  asked:

But WBC is real with actual documented incidents. What has a real SJW ever actually done besides make stupid people feel uncomfortable on the Internet

There is no such thing as “a real SJW”.  “Social justice warrior” was always a negative label from the beginning, created to designate those that are not representing social justice as it should be (kind of like how the term “weekend warrior” is used to describe someone who’s normally boring from Monday through Friday, but goes out of their way to indulge themselves irresponsibly on the weekends in an attempt to compensate).  Wearing that label unironically is like publicly proclaiming that you’re a bigot.  You’re utilizing the No True Scotsman logical fallacy here.  Also, the fact that you said “make stupid people uncomfortable on the internet” really doesn’t reflect well on you, especially when the majority of anti-SJWs are liberals, LGBTA people, minorities, etc. that are simply “uncomfortable” with how you’re poorly representing what we believe in.  The fact that there even is a divide between people that all desire equality just goes to show that someone is doing it wrong (hint: It’s not the anti-SJWs).  If anything, you’re just showing people exactly the kind of attitude that people hate about SJWs.  It’s the fanaticism.  It’s the extremism.  There are people who simply have faith in a higher power, and then there are people like WBC, who actively use that faith to try to harm others.  This is why they’re really the perfect analogy when discussing what SJWs are to activism.

In any case, are you sure you want me to answer this?  Because I don’t think you’re going to like what you see.

What has tumblr done, you ask?:

    Meanwhile, the sane people of tumblr mocked the shit out of them for intentionally kicking the hornet’s nest, and then whining when they got stung.

    Why?  Because 4chan contributed over $23k to it. 

    I’m sure all of this doesn’t even come CLOSE to what SJWs have done overall.  I could probably spend weeks finding all sorts of bullshit to put on here.  I openly invite others to add onto this, as I’m sure there’s a lot that’s been left out (@takashi0 might have a list on hand).

    This is why people are against “social justice warriors”.  They are NOT representing social justice.  They are NOT supporting equality.  They are only giving liberals, activists, women, minorities, and the LGBTA community a bad name.

    Starry GFX Tutorial

    Hi! This is a requested tutorial on how to make a starry gfx like these.

    I’ll be using Photoshop CC in this and I’ll try to be as specific as I can. I won’t be giving out the PSD or the animation I use in this because I don’t know where exactly I got them from, sorry ^^’

    Resource Blogs I use: @itsphotoshop ; @photoshopbabe ; + my psd tag

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    Weather It With A Distraction

    Request: “Can you do a oneshot where Sirius comforts the reader during a storm cause she’s afraid” + “Can you write another young Sirius? Those are my favorites and I’ve read everything in your blog even though I dont know what half of it is…”

    Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

    Word Count: 946

    Warnings: None

    Originally posted by sensualkisses


    There it was again. Thunder louder than the pulse that shrouded your head in a constant violent thumping. You knew it was childish to be afraid, and that only made you more ashamed as you cowered under the covers of the bed. Normally, the pitter-patter of rain was soothing, something that encouraged you to take a cup of tea and book in hand and relax until the comforting feeling of rapping water droplets lulled you to sleep. But now the rain was vicious, battering on the windows, accompanied by the bright light that lit the night sky intimidatingly.

    “(Y/n)?” Sirius entered the room, his voice sleep laced. “Are you up?”

    You pulled the duvet to your chin, watching the young man stumble in the dark towards you. You felt slightly more at ease as he crawled on top of the bed towards you, coming under the blanket with you. His warm hands sent a jolt through your flesh as he pulled you to him, almost as bold as the lightning itself. Although, you soon relaxed into his touch, his gentle caressing feeling idyllic on this fearful night.

    “I was woken up by the thunder.” He mumbled. “I hope you don’t mind that I snuck in.”

    You smiled, leaning back into his chest as he spoke. The low rumbling of his voice tickled your back. You had been staying with your parents for the week, as they insisted on having you back home for a little while over the Christmas break. They agreed to let you bring your boyfriend with you, but on the condition that he sleeps in a separate room. But, with Sirius being Sirius, he had found a way to spend every night with you in your own bed, disappearing in the early hours of the morning as to not raise suspicions.

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    No Regrets - Second Home

    Not a request but a few of you ( @remybosslika @percywinchester27 @atc74 ) asked about their wedding so I have decided to make a few planning drabbles before actually writing the wedding drabble.

    Pairing: Jensen x Reader

    Warnings: Wedding planning, surprises

    Word Count: 734

    A/N: This is a drabble complication. All drabbles fit into the universe I created for my Jensen x Reader series Living with Regrets. Most can be read as stand alone, but will also very much be part of the series.

    This takes place a few months after part 9 of Living with Regrets. Jensen has asked Y/N to marry him and she has accepted. Finding out how and where the wedding is gonna be will be the next step.

    Unbetaed - all mistakes are mine

    LIVING WITH REGRETS MASTERPOST

    NO REGRETS MASTERPOST

    “Jay this is not the way down town,” Y/N objected as Jensen pulled right out of Jared’s Austin driveway rather than left. They had been staying at the Padalecki’s since yesterday. It was a long weekend and Y/N and Jensen had decided to fly back to Texas to start trying to find a venue for their wedding reception. Jared and Gen had immediately offered their home to them, which also gave Jensen and Y/N some spare time away from their lively 4 year old since she was busy making life interesting for Tom and Shep.

    “I know,” Jensen smirked at her before refocusing on the road. Jensen chuckled as Y/N began scolding him about all the places they had to see and them not having a lot of time. He knew she would forget everything in a few moments. Jensen pulled onto a side street and 3 minutes after leaving Jared’s driveway he stopped. Y/N hadn’t realized yet but he had actually just driven around the Padalecki property. Jared’s backyard and the backyard of the house Jensen had parked in front of was only separated by a fence.

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    REQUESTED: “could I request a fic where Credence is in the tub after a bad day & he’s just kinda curled up in the tub all sad & his s/o comes in w flowers & they talk for a bit (s/o tries to comfort him) but Credence is still kinda melancholy and s/o is like ‘fuck that/it’ takes their jacket & shoes and climbs in & giggles & kisses & possibly smut ensues~ thank you & I love this blog"

    Warnings: Descriptions of a destructive mindset, but nothing too explicit.

    Word Count: 1,508

    A/N: This doesn’t have smut because I’ve had like zero energy lately, I’m sorry :// I hope it’s still okay!! :-)


    It was easy to forget when he was surrounded by friends and loved ones that much of his life had been pretty horrible, to put it mildly, but now, sitting in the bathtub submerged in hot water, Credence couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with it, like every happy moment was just filler time until he was free to remember. Mostly, he was overwhelmed with thoughts of his Ma, so much so that he couldn’t help but fall completely victim to an onslaught of negative thoughts.

    Sitting in this tub for so long, indulging in the warmth of the water and letting himself use frivolously scented soap, well, that certainly must be a sin. He could hear all those times that Mary Lou reprimanded him for standing in the shower for too long, that bodies aren’t meant for relaxing; they’re meant for doing the Lord’s good work.

    Credence let himself slip further under the water, fighting tears at the memory of that seemingly forgotten voice, but then, his hair, grown long now that he didn’t have to sit in that creaking chair every Saturday as Mary Lou lopped off chunks of it to keep it from unruliness, began to swirl around his shoulders, sweeping across them and pressing to his neck and face as the strands separated and floated in the water. Credence couldn’t help but lift a hand to them, yanking with more force than he intended, fighting off the bile that rose with the rising awareness of his sin, the vanity he indulged when he looked in the mirror to style his hair and appreciate it afterward, the pride he fostered when his friends and significant other complimented it, the disorder it caused since it was not easily maintained. Perhaps his hair was his greatest sin of all.

    But no, his greatest sin must be you. You, whom he loved so dearly and with all of his heart. Premarital sex, sex for pleasure, letting you touch him at all, that was sin. The pleasure he got from it, that was sin. Letting you love him when he was so wicked, that was sin. And of course, the fact that he loved you more than he ever loved the Lord that Mary Lou talked about, preached about, fought about… That was his greatest sin. The thought of what Mary Lou would do if she were here to learn of his wickedness, of the sin he had been allowed to succumb to in her absence was enough to have him shaking, crying, pulling his knees to his chest, and closing his eyes as tightly as he could. He should have known he couldn’t forget. A quick glance to his scarred hands would have made sure of it, even if it had been theoretically possible. Mary Lou had made sure her teachings were a part of him forever. Looking at him now, she would have been proud of her work.

    Credence slipped further into the tub, his nose now just above the water, the bath water that was now collecting the tears that had picked up a steady stream down his face, and he couldn’t help but jolt bolt upright when he heard a knock on the bathroom door before it opened.

    There you were, his greatest weakness, the reason he lived in sin. Looking at you, closing the door gently, trying to balance a bouquet of assorted flowers in one hand as you did so, an assortment you must have noticed him admiring earlier that week, and not fully facing him yet, he couldn’t help but cry harder because he wouldn’t give up the sin he lived in—he couldn’t, not when he loved you so completely. Did that mean there was no salvation for him? Did that mean he was damned? Had Mary Lou been right all that time?

    When a cracked sob came from the tub, you turned as quickly as you could and took Credence in: raven black hair plastered to his neck and face, honey brown eyes made glassy with tears, face slightly swollen from crying, lips parted in a deep frown, breaths coming quickly and causing his chest to look slightly sunken with the force of them. It was a bad day.

    You placed the bouquet on the counter by the sink gently before walking over to the tub and sitting gently on the lip of it, gazing down at Credence before cupping his face in your hand. You watched his eyes flutter closed as he released a shaky breath and slipped further under the water. “Do you want to talk about what’s wrong, honey?”

    Credence squeezed his eyes shut tighter at the term of endearment, one that he certainly didn’t deserve. “I’m a sinner.” His voiced rasped and cracked slightly from lack of use and from emotion. “She was…right. All that time, I…”

    Getting up so that you could kneel by the tub instead and be closer to him, you brought your face near to his so that you could kiss his forehead and push his wet hair from his face. “Mary Lou, if she were really doing the work she said she did, would have acknowledged that we’re all sinners in the eyes of her God, Credence.”

    Those beautiful eyes opened slightly so that you could see the color in them, and a tinge of hope too. “I guess… How do you know?”

    You smiled gently at him, continuing to stroke your fingers through his hair. “My mother raised me on that Bible too, Credence. It may not mean so much to me anymore, but I remember the teachings. And we’re all sinners to Him. We just have to try our best. And part of trying our best is enjoying ourselves. Loving his other creations. Appreciating the life he gave us. Your mother just left those parts out to fit her own biases.”

    His eyes were completely open now, looking at you with unhindered adoration and confliction. “It doesn’t mean much to me…anymore…either. Is that bad? I can… My mother’s voice… Am I wicked?”

    You inhaled deeply and scratched lightly at his scalp before answering. “No, Credence. You were taught all the wrong things for a really long time by a really mean woman, and that makes it hard to let go. And there will be bad days like this one, but… You deserve the things you have, Credence. You aren’t wicked.”

    He nodded at you and let his eyes fall closed again. “Thank you, Y/N.”

    You couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness as you realized he was still…low. You knew you couldn’t fix it, but you hated that he still had to go through this. You also knew you wouldn’t let him go through it alone. When you stood, his eyes opened again at the sound of your movements and widened as you kicked off your shoes and removed your jacket. “Do you mind if I join you, Credence?”

    At his slow nod, you began taking off the rest of your clothes, blushing slightly at the pure love in his eyes. You still weren’t used to being loved so completely and reverently, especially by someone you loved just as much. You got in on the other end of the tub so that you could face him and wrapped your legs around his waist so that you could bring yourself closer to him, nearly in his lap. You cradled his face in your hands, stroking your thumbs just under his cheekbones and smiling when he let out a contented breath. “I love you so much, Credence…” You found yourself whispering.

    His eyes opened again at that, just looking at you, taking you in. “I don’t know if I…deserve it.”

    That hit you like a ton of bricks, right to the chest, and you simply shoved yourself forward in the water, not caring that water sloshed over the side of the tub, and pulling him into a hug, letting out a breathy, half-hearted laugh as your wet bodies slipped against one another.

    Credence exhaled sharply too, but a sob followed as he finally moved his hands to clutch desperately at your back. “I love you, Y/N… I’m trying, but I…”

    You pressed sloppy kisses to the slope of his neck and said, “Trying is all you can do, and it’s enough, Credence. I’m here on the bad days too. It’s us, remember?”

    You pulled away as he nodded, resting your foreheads together and moving one hand to stroke his face again. “It’s us. Even… Even on bad days.”

    You smiled broadly at the sound of his voice, more confident than it had been a moment before, despite its constant quiet, and moved back, gesturing for him to lean back against you. You stayed like that, his back pressed to your chest as you stroked patterns across his skin, long after the water had lost its warmth, and he wasn’t all better. Nothing had been fixed, but the more he relaxed against you, the clearer it became that good days would follow.


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    When writing about Team Rocket, A Guide for Headcannons (master post)

    So I am a big fan of Team Rocket from Pokémon and I also read/review and edit fanfiction for my friends. If you are like me, then you have probably noticed that when it comes to writing the Rockets, people tend to go in many different directions. Some people really enjoy AU (Alternate Universe) fics, but this discussion is for those of us who prefer fics that focus on situations that have some continuity with the original anime. These fics are challenging to write because it is really hard to capture Jessie, James, and Meowth’s individual personalities. They have a lot of personality, so knowing how to work with them is difficult at times. I noticed over the years (I am 20) that the vast majority of Team Rocket fanfictions out there depict the TRio way too OOC (out of character). This post is not a rant, rather it is a guide I made for anyone who wants to write about the TRio and keep them in character. I personally watched the English dubbed version up until the start of the diamond and pearl saga, then I switched to Japanese version with English subs, so I am basing these cannons off of my knowledge based on that. If you have objections/amendments, please share them when you reblog. My goal is to organize as much as the cannon information as possible so that future writers can have an easier time trying to write the TRio. I am not trying to offend anyone so sorry if this post sounds rude. If you never wrote a fic, try it out. I don’t have my own, but I assist my friend chipotlepeppers (fanfiction.net) sometimes, and I love to review other peoples’ work.

    **AN: when I say ‘writers’, I am referring to fanfiction writers, not official paid scriptwriters.

    1.    When writing about Jessie:

    ·     BEHAVIOR: Writers often make Jessie either this overly mean dominatrix who bosses the other two around to no mercy, or they make her very, very soft. The truth is that Jessie does have a temper, but this is only one side of her. She isn’t always cruel, and she isn’t always soft. Jessie has triggers for her temper. The most common ones are: having the twerps interrupt her plans, being called old, being called less beautiful/young/nice than some other woman, James and Meowth being overly negative, and lack of food. These things make Jessie very angry and likely to lash out. Otherwise, she is generally pleasant. She is a bit moody but is generally optimistic, being known to say things like “What a beautiful day! Today is our day!” on a regular basis, which most 25 year olds don’t usually do, especially when they are trapped in the wilderness with barely any food. She is dorky, clumsy, and obviously not as bright as many of the other adults in the show, but that doesn’t affect her confidence. She is the leader of the group, which, if you are a leader, than you know can be stressful, and for someone who has been travelling nonstop for years and never has enough to eat, not to mention she is stuck with the same two companions the whole time, she is does a very good job of keeping her cool most of the time. Now for her soft side. Jessie likes cute Pokémon and babies, but dislikes small children that whine a lot and disobedient Pokémon. Not only does she say this herself in both the Japanese and English versions of the anime, but she also shows it from time to time. She also loves shopping, dressing up, performing, love-stories, dolls, and  fashion. She also cannot resist her partners begging, especially when it comes to James, and she will make sacrifices for them occasionally. She is aggressive, but she is also a girly-girl. She also isn’t that smart, even though she claims to be the brains of the group. 

    ·   RELATIONSHIPS WITH TEAM: Jessie is the clear leader of the group, though it is unclear whether or not she does anything other than just tell the other two what to do. Jessie and Meowth have a sibling-like relationship. They are both pretty devious and often times have ideas that are a bit more malicious than those of their lavender-haired partner. I think it is safe to say that Jessie argues with Meowth more than she argues with James, especially in the Japanese version of the anime. That doesn’t mean that Jessie dislike Meowth. Writers sometimes make Meowth go away for some irrelevant reason or treat him like a pet in their fics. Jessie really cares for Meowth, as she has been known to stick up for him and make personal sacrifices for his comfort, safety, and dignity. If she ever did treat him like a pet, it would be in a teasing way, not serious. Same with James. She teases James a lot, but she feels guilty when she triggers something that makes his very upset (like how he shouldn’t cry over lost Pokémon). They always make up after a fight, and it is usually a teary-eyed reunion for all three members of the group (so don’t tell me that Jessie is too strong to cry).

    ·      PAST: Jessie’s past is the most confusing yet elaborate of all (in the TRio, at least). Instead of trying to put it all together in some fabrication, I am just going to list what I know is cannon. Jessie’s mother, Miyamoto, went missing when she was five, and it is implied that she is dead. She was a top team rocket agent and a favorite of the boss’s (Madam Boss at the time, Giovanni’s mother). Jessie grew up in poverty, and her family was so poor that they had to eat snow (we don’t know if this was before or after her mother’s death, or both times, and her father is never mentioned). Jessie met James in Pokémon tech. According to a Team Rocket Radio Drama, they were both going to help a kid who fell and they bumped heads. Jessie said that it hurt but they both laughed anyway. Later they were both searching for the same book by coincidence in the library. Now I am going to assume that this is around the same time Jessie tried out for that  dance audition and got rejected, as in her flashback she looked young and was wearing a school uniform (this is from the episode. This is also the same time that her first crush left her. Later her and James failed out of the school together and at some point joined the bridge bike gang. Jessie earned the nickname “Trainer Jess”. At some point her and James split up, as she has another flashback in which she is training to become a nurse, and James is clearly shocked by this, and the Jessie in the flashback is older. This means that he never knew about that incident. She fails at that and then joins Team Rocket, where she is finally reunited with James in the episode “Training Daze”. They are not very friendly at first (maybe they had some kind of argument, or maybe they were never really that close to begin with). During training they do warm up to one another. This is when they meet Meowth for the first time and the three of them become friends and an official team. Throughout the series, we see them learn more about one another, but at the same time it is clear that they have known each other for a while.

    2.     When writing about James:

    ·    BEHAVIOR: writers have a tendency to make James whiny, submissive, dumb, love-struck, overly softhearted, or too childish. Some writers go the opposite way and give him far too many dominant traits. James, like Jessie, has multiple sides to him. He does act childish, but that doesn’t mean that he is obsessed with donuts and bottle caps ( I think every TR fic mentions these two things). James is a guy, but that doesn’t mean that he has to be the dominant one in a romantic or physical relationship (with Jessie or anyone else). Also, James is not gay. In over 936 episodes, multiple mangas, movies, and specials, not once has James ever shown any interest in a man (I have googled relentlessly on this). Not once. Honestly, I think it would be adorable if he were gay, but he never says it or shows any interest in another man. Poor James has been stereotyped. Why? Because he occasionally likes to wear a dress, has lavender hair, babies his Pokémon, and ran away from marriage like six times throughout the series. Also, in the English dub, he used to have a cute camp British accent, which according to some is the official ‘accent of the gay’.  James does act feminine(he likes fashion, keeping clean, cooking, dancing, decorating, doing hair and makeup), so naturally he is softer than most guys. In addition to that, in the Japanese version of the anime, in the motto, he is called the ‘soft-heart’ of the trio (awe<3), and so yes, he is ‘less evil’ than Jessie and Meowth, this is brought up a lot in the TRio’s arguments. James does have a wicked side though. He does attack people with his Pokémon and hurt them. He still separates Pokémon from their trainers. In the Black and White saga, while Meowth is away with Ash and friends for a while and it is just him and Jessie for a bunch of episodes, James becomes even more wicked. Of course, it is clear that Jessie is still in charge, but they are actually very successful and get on the boss’s good side again, mostly because of James. So, while James prefers to act goofy, childish, and nice, he is still a villain (or he thinks he is anyway). James does have some major issues, it is obvious that he was traumatized by his parents and Jessiebelle. Also, though James is usually depicted as the whiney one,  I noticed that Jessie and Meowth whine just as much. And all together I think their whining is not even that intense, considering their extremely stressful lifestyle.

    ·   RELATIONSHIP WITH TEAMMATES: James seems to be a little bit closer to Jessie than he does Meowth, but it is clear that he cares about both of them very much. He treats Meowth like a human co-worker, and like Jessie treats the feline, as he sticks up for the Pokémon when someone tries to treat him as anything less than a human being. James clearly admires Jessie. In the Japanese version, he calls her Musashi-sama, and always dotes on her. He didn’t like her contests and performances at first, but once she started doing well, he started to really enjoy it too.  James lets himself get bossed around by Jessie because he claims it is ‘easier that way’. It is unclear exactly what he means by this, but he obviously doesn’t want to be on her bad side, and he would rather cross Meowth than cross her. Also, the he and Jessie have a lot in common as far as interests go, which is where their friendship grows. James does keep some secrets from his teammates (like how he didn’t tell them about his wealth until it was forced out of him, or how he sometimes hides food) but he never lies about anything that he thinks would hurt them.

    · PAST: James ran away from his mansion when he was young, probably between the ages of 7-10, as he looks to be about that age in his last appearances at the mansion. He met Jessie at Pokémon tech, later failed and joined the bike gang with her, and after they split up, he eventually joined Team Rocket. James was assigned to work with Jessie because she couldn’t hold on to a partner. James was determined to become her last partner. They were joined with Meowth, and the rest is history.

    3.     When writing about Meowth:

    ·      BEHAVIOR: Meowth is cowardly and greedy, and it is rare that these two instincts are over powered by the feelings of friendship and love. Meowth likes to tease his human companions about their love-hate relationship, but it is unsure whether or not he ever really thinks that much into it, as he makes wisecracks about almost everything. Meowth falls in and out of love easily, though this is more accurately called lust, as he never really sticks with a human/Pokémon for long after ‘falling in love’ with them. Meowth also hates cold or splashing water, dog-type Pokémon, Persians, being cold, and being told it is ‘strange’ or ‘wrong’ for him to act like a human. He would never evolve, unless maybe you can come up with some really good reason that will change his mind, but he seems pretty adamant on the subject, so I would avoid that when writing about him. Meowth is over Meowzie, and although he probably would return to her if she asked, that is most likely to never happen. If she wanted him, she would have joined the TRio 800 episodes ago.

    ·  RELATIONSHIP WITH TEAMMATES: Meowth obviously relies on Jessie and James a lot. Meowth doesn’t do well on his own, and whenever he is alone, he is desperate for company. He is arguably the most intelligent member of the TRio, not only because of his ability to speak like a human, but also because he apparently manages the Team’s finances and also builds many of those huge robots they use to try and steal Pokémon. Meowth likes James more, as he has mentioned several times throughout the series, but he tends to pair Jessie and James as one entity, calling them ‘his humans’ If one of them does something wrong, Meowth naturally blames both of them. Meowth also gets very jealous when Jessie and James do things without him.  He is usually the one to bring them all back together in the end after some kind of argument or disagreement.

    · PAST: Meowth’s backstory is the most straightforward and well known. Meowth was abandoned as a kitten. He raises himself in a city and spends most of his time being hungry. He dreams of going to Hollywood, because he sees ads and there is always lots of food in the ads. In Hollywood he meets Meowzie, who belongs to a wealthy woman. She calls him a ‘dirty street Meowth’, and says that she likes humans more. Meowth takes this to heart and decides to make himself more human-like. He teaches himself to talk and how to walk on two legs. When he returns to Meowzie and shows off his new talents, she rejects him again, this time calling him a freak. Meowth runs away and eventually joins Team Rocket. In the episode “Training Daze”, we see Meowth come to Giovanni’s office. He tells Giovanni that ‘It has always been a dream of mine to become a real Team Rocket field agent’. Giovanni is clearly disturbed by his presence, and assigns him to work with Jessie and James, hoping to keep the strange Pokemon out of his way. Meowth can tell there is tension between Jessie and James, but tries to ignore it and get the three of them to work together. Eventually they end up as friends and promise to stick together forever (awe).

    So that is it for the individual characters, now for some other random Team Rocket stuff:

    ON ROCKETSHIPPING: Rocketshipping is cannon based on who you ask and what you mean by ‘Rocketshipping’. Some writers and shippers mean it to be a very strong platonic friendship between the two, and this is cannon. It has been confirmed several times, mostly in the Japanese version, that James and Jessie share a very special bond. Most people mean it to be something more. According to the Electric Tales of Pikachu Manga, they do get married and have a baby, though the story ends after that. This manga was written and published by someone who did work for the show and helped write a few of the episodes, but that manga did a lot of things that differed from the anime. I honestly believe, just by observance, that Jessie and James have that whole ‘strong platonic friendship’ thing down. I mean, we’ve seen them hug hundreds of times, cry together, share stories of their past, bath in the hot springs together and even sleep in the same bed. And we have seen in the past what happens when one of them almost leaves the group. They fall apart and run crying back into one another’s arms. I think that realistically, they will be together forever, and maybe one day Jessie will realize that the ‘prince charming’ was the same man she spent the last two decades with, and James will realize that marriage isn’t so scary after all, since he has been living with a woman for more than half his life already. Would Meowth support it? It depends, I think. He would no doubt tease them, like he has done in the past, but I think it depends on the situation and how it all works out.

    ·     OTHER RANDOM THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND IF WRITING A TR-CENTRIC  FANFIC:

    ›   Yes, Jessie and James both can dance, they both can cook, and they both can sing (at least in Japanese).

    ›   James did not ALWAYS hate Jessiebelle. He used to love her. Keep in mind they were once friends, and that she wasn’t evil her entire life.

    ›   Twice Jessie supported James getting married to Jessiebelle, and one other time to another girl. She just thought it would be temporary, though.

    ›   Jessie is desperate to find someone to marry. Like really desperate, it just so happens that no one else is as desperate as she is. James on the other hand, has mentioned several times how he would never get married because he wants to stay with Jessie and Meowth in Team Rocket (if only there was a solution to that).

    ›   All three of them love to eat. They will eat just about anything too. Meowth loves fish, and has also been seen eating cans of something suspiciously labeled ‘Cat Food”. I just thought this was weird and worth mentioning. He eats Pokémon food too though, he just doesn’t like it as much.

    ›   Jessie and James actually were successful in the Black and White Series. Why does Giovanni keep them around and not just fire them? In the Japanese veriosn of the anime, it is strongly implied that they used to do good work (before Jari-boy came along with Pikachu). I also noticed how he treats them like his misbehaving children, a little but differently from his other agents.  Maybe he is looking after Jessie. After all, Miyamoto (Jessie’s mother) did help Madam Boss raise Giovanni, and it could be that he is just returning the favor now that she is gone. Or maybe Giovanni really is fooled by them. Team Rocket is a big organization, and maybe he actually believes that the TRio is contributing as much as they claim they are when they send in the progress reports.

    ›   Jessie loves Wobbufet. She used to dislike him, now he is like her favorite Pokémon (except for maybe Gourgeist). She rarely gets mad at him anymore.

    ›   James and Jessie’s other Pokémon, minus the ones they released/traded, are with Giovanni. Giovanni took them, claiming that their new captures (Yamask, Woobat, ect.) were really his and that they caught them for him. They are all still at TR HQ, and the only reason Jessie has Wobbufet still is because he snuck out to be with her, and Giovanni either doesn’t know about this or care enough to try and get Wobbafet back.

    ›   James’ parents aren’t pure evil, as far as we know. They are, however, neglectful and selfish.  James mentions how he was always put down as a child and made miserable by his parents, schoolmates, and Jessiebelle. They really don’t care much about James. Example: despite being superrich, they didn’t really put that much effort into looking for him when he ran away, as his ‘missing’ poster depicted him as a child, and by the time he saw them again, he was already a grown man. When he ran away the second time, he presumably argued with them again, but they didn’t really go after him, Meowth, and Jessie. It is revealed later (like, four or five seasons later) that he snuck away, and that  they were still trying to get him back home that entire time.

    So that about wraps it up. There must be more, so add in those other deets/comments when you reblog. I tagged all the artists, I would like to tgive them credit where credit is due. I also tagged the blogs that I found the artwork on. Thanks to @pokemonfanthings for helping me with Meowth’s headcannons and offering to post this on her blog first, @pokemonshipsblogwithteamrocket for helping me with Jessie and the part about Rocketshipping, @paradoxinyourpantshorse for correcting some of the errors and reminding me that I am not insane for wasting two hours making this post, and my little sister Meg who told me about the Black & White series, which I didn’t watch until last week (with Japanese subs though). Please share and Peace out!

    anonymous asked:

    I have an alternate history where, during the AIDS crisis, mandatory quarantines where put in place for all HIV+ people. I know HIV can be passed from mother to child, but can a baby born the virus pass it to their child and so on? It's in a future setting, so medicine has advanced (they might even be more medicaly/sciencey than the non-quarantined because they came up with all of the life saving/extending stuff). How might "genetic HIV" affect their health and everyday lives?

    Hey nonny! This is really interesting, and I’d be interested in reading your story when it’s done…. but you have some research to do before you get started.

    I hope you’re aware that a lot of the context around HIV is actually homophobia. In fact, HIV wasn’t called HIV at first – it was called Gay Related Immune Deficiency (GRID) in a time when gay was a dirty word. So understand that what you’re calling “quarantining HIV” would amount to a sequestering of, in large part (though far from exclusively), gay men. (And intravenous drug users.)

    ….You see where this is going, right? A majority “quarantines” a vulnerable population because they’re a “threat to the society at large”, complete with “scientific justification”. This is also in a time when the disease was soundly ignored and research was underfunded because the victims were gay men.

    You’re basically looking at some really strong comparisons to Nazism and concentration camps in America in the 1980s. And unless you’re writing something horrifyingly dystopian – in which case go ahead!! – you need to be prepared for that perception from your readers.

    What I am saying is this: spend a lot of time researching the disease and its history. And the social history of gay men in the 70s and 80s through today. And the history of antiretroviral medications. In fact, further down, I’m going to give you a read/watch list. It will be far from complete. But it will be a start.

    I have a good news / bad news moment for you as well. The good news is that HIV isn’t genetic. It’s not carried down from mother to child via DNA transmission or even viral load entering the bloodstream of the fetus in utero.

    So how do babies get HIV? Well, birth is a messy, bloody, poopy business. Neonates become infected when they’re delivered through a bloody  bloody birth canal and the blood enters their mucus membranes (eyes, mouth, etc). Also, babies drink bodily fluids for the first 6 months of life, which is definitely a transmission vector for the disease.

    From a WHO page on mother-to-child transmission:

    The transmission of HIV from a HIV-positive mother to her child during pregnancy, labour, delivery or breastfeeding is called mother-to-child transmission. In the absence of any intervention, transmission rates range from 15% to 45%. This rate can be reduced to below 5% with effective interventions during the periods of pregnancy, labour, delivery and breastfeeding. These interventions primarily involve antiretroviral treatment for the mother and a short course of antiretroviral drugs for the baby. They also include measures to prevent HIV acquisition in the pregnant woman and appropriate breastfeeding practices. 

    So first off, the chance of any child of an HIV-positive mother getting HIV are less than one in two. Second, again, the virus isn’t “genetic” in its transmission. So if a child of an HIV+ mother was infected, the odds of them transmitting the disease to their child is the same as it was for them. It’s not a guarantee.

    Also understand that if medicine is “more advanced” than it is today, and we already have cases of HIV being completely eliminated from people’s bloodstreams with modern medications, your society would likely get to a place where HIV can be, if not eliminated, made far less of a global crisis.

    In fact, you mentioned medicine being “more advanced” inside of the “quarantine” than outside of it. But this isn’t likely, because you have to understand that the “quarantined” area is wholly dependent on the outside. They only get what they’re given (or can monkey-wrench from what they have). And separate but equal is inherently unequal. They’re social pariahs, they’re the underheels of society – they won’t be given the tools to advance beyond the society around them. If anything they’ll be the subjects of unwilling experimentation and get gaslighted into horrendous conditions with the vague and distant promise of a cure.

    Here’s the thing about HIV (that, admittedly, wasn’t well understood at the beginnings of the disease): Without blood to blood or sexual contact it’s almost impossible to contract. You can’t get it from saliva without (drinking a liter of it). You can’t get it from sweat.

    So I’m going to give you some homework to help you understand the background of the story you want to write.

    First, films, because they’re easy and fast and will get you up to date as quickly as possible. There’s a list from Verywell (which, admittedly, I don’t love completely) with a list of films portraying HIV in culture.

    I would start with #9, a movie called And The Band Played On. (It’s even on YouTube if you don’t mind a little piracy). It’s the story of how HIV came to be understood, told from the scientific side, and dealing with all of the prejudices of the Reagan administration. Philadelphia is also amazing and a must-watch. Angels in America was supposed to be phenomenal (I haven’t had the chance to see it yet).

    Also do some searches on HIV and then-president Reagan, and how he dealt with –  or, more accurately, did sweet fuck-all about – HIV. It’s the story of one of the biggest failings in American history (and there have been some whoppers of failures!).

    I also reached out to lovely blogger poztatt, who has commented on this blog in multiple instances about the relationship between medicine as a whole and HIV, and here’s what Pozzy had to say:

    One : Transmission.  Here in BC vertical transmission has been pretty much eliminated due to good regimens.  We can, if we know about it, prevent it by using pre-existing regimens with mothers so they don’t transmit it.  Clinical guidelines are that mothers have to be on the medication (there are actual legal cases of women being charged for reckless endangerment and/or negligence for not informing doctors of their status.  Also all women in Canada that are pregnant are automatically tested.  It’s less thrilling, human rights wise, than I personally like but that’s Canada.

    Second : Well, you’re sort of right about quarantine.  Fun fact : it actually is legally entirely possible to quarantine someone with a public health threat - aka communicable diseases.  Second fun fact in 1987 there was a bill proposed here in BC called Bill C34 that would have sent all people with HIV / AIDS to a leper colony island in the Georgia Straits. 

    It got defeated but it had components cannibalized and put into the health care acts that allows quarantining of people with communicable diseases.

    Though it’s not been enacted as there are no precidents for it outside Ebola.

    So while it’s not presently a thing, it was proposed in multiple jurisdictions across N. America.

    Also location is important. Sidenote: In N. America it landed in the gay male community and hit white gay men hard.  They had influence and power, as well as money, so they made noise.  It ALSO hit injection drug users and other sections of the gay community but they had less social cache to fight for care.Outside of N. America it’s predominantly location dependant. Huge swathes of African countries it’s heterosexual.  When writing about it (for the question) it’s important to note the different history depending on WHERE it’s being written about.

    Poz also recommends the films When We Rise and How to Survive a Plague, as well as reaching out to your local LGBT centers and seeing if your city has an LGBT archive.

    If anyone has additional resources for the Nonny here, leave a comment. I’ll screenshot them in a day or two, or copypaste, and reblog this with additional resources.

    Best of luck,

    xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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