we owe it all to you

I can’t believe I forgot how much more I hate men in Ramadan than I do in the rest of the year. @my Muslim guy followers, respect the women in your lives in Ramadan. We don’t owe you anything and yet we carry all of Ramadan’s responsibilities on our shoulders. The very absolute least you can do is respect the work we do, and maybe give us a hand. And that’s the very least you can do. The very damn least. Worry for yourselves, because God is Al-Hakam, The Just & The Giver of Justice, and if the women in your lives choose to forgive you, God may not.

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When a random joins in and you are just a shipper enjoying the view.
I tried to dance with the D.va too, all three in a line, but the game was starting and we were still setting so I cut it.

HELLOOOOO MY LOVELIES

Just letting you know that school is out for the summer now!!!! Yay!!!! All I have to do is get through hosting a Memorial Day get-together, which entails cleaning the entire house and cooking lots of food, before I can get back to my RPs that I owe.

If you have a thread with me and have a minute of free time, I would sure appreciate a link to the thread I need to reply to. Otherwise I will check in with you personally via IM and see if you’re still interested in continuing our thread we had.

Almost there, my lovelies! Just a couple more days and then we’ll be back to our regular schedule of RPs! Thanks for being patient with me!!!! Love you all!!!

Originally posted by rosesloveninjas

Dear girls (yes, all of you),

This is not strictly sapphic, but important nonetheless:

Regardless of the nuances of your identity as a girl/woman/woman aligned individual, there’s an enormous amount of pressure to love, have sex with, and be with men. That does not, of course, mean that this pressure manifests the same way for all girls. However, I think we can all agree that no girl is completely immune to these societal pressures.

You are under no obligation to be with men. You are under no obligation to date, have sex with, marry, kiss, commit to, or hold any kind of relationship with men you do not wish to have. You do not owe specific men this, and you do not owe this to men as a class, either. If you do these things, it should be because you want to, not because you “should”.

It doesn’t matter how many men you’ve been with in the past. It doesn’t matter if you’re attracted to men, even if you’re strongly attracted to them. It doesn’t matter if you want these things in theory. You are in charge of your relationships, and what you want out of them. Ideally, you should not pursue anything unless you are sure you want it, and it should be done at your own pace (and if your own pace is “never”, that’s fine too.)

To lesbians and gay women, only wanting relationships with other women/women aligned folk is great! You are not “close minded” for being disinterested in men. Even if at one point you thought you were attracted to men, there is no issue with leaving this in the past and embracing your identity. I wish you luck in you seeking out relationships with women (at your own pace).

To bi, pan, polysexual, and otherwise multi gender attracted women, you do not need to “prove” that you’re attracted to multiple genders with your dating history. If you’d rather avoid being with men right now (or ever) this is fine, even if you’re attracted to them. You have every right to focus on your relationships with women and/or non-binary people, or to avoid relationships in general if you so choose. Your sexuality should not be defined as “available to men” by anyone - you have autonomy! Even if you pursue men, your “availability” is determined by you rather than inherently implied by your sexuality.

To trans women, gatekeepers might say you’re not “real” unless you are exclusively interested in men and seek out relationships with them. This could not be more false! You are no less trans, and no less of a woman, than trans women who fit under the typical trans narrative. Like cis women, you should feel free to date someone of any gender you choose, or nobody at all if you’d prefer. No doctor should deny you the opportunity to medically transition because your sexuality falls outside what they consider “legitimate”.

To asexual women, despite societal pressure to find a man and be a “good girlfriend” to him by pleasing him sexually, there is nothing wrong with your lack of sexual attraction. Ace or not, no man (or person in general) should pressure you into sexual acts you’re uncomfortable with. There is also nothing wrong with seeking out romantic relationships without a sexual component. Communication is key, and if it’s what you desire, I hope you eventually find a relationship that suits your needs.

To aromantic women, I know it seems that all sorts of media pushes the idea that there is nothing more fulfilling than romantic love with a man. However, if romantic love isn’t your thing, you have every right to avoid it. And if you desire sex but not romance, then there is nothing wrong with seeking that out with partners you’ve communicated your desires to.

To straight women, you are not excluded from this message! You still deserve happiness and fulfillment in your relationships, and more importantly, you should not feel pressured to settle for the first half decent man that comes along. Your relationships with men should be done at your own pace. If this means you hit some milestones late, or never, then there’s nothing wrong with that. Just remember that not all girls are exclusively attracted to men like you are (and some aren’t attracted to men at all)! Respect their choices as well.

To questioning women, I hope you someday find a label that resonates with you, but don’t beat yourself up if it doesn’t happen right away (or ever). The process of questioning should be done at your own pace. Don’t feel like you have to rush to figure out a label, or force yourself to do anything you’re uncomfortable with just to speed along the process of finding yourself. Maybe you’re attracted to men. Maybe you aren’t. Maybe you’ll never be completely sure. You’re valid nonetheless.

To women who fit under more than one of these labels, or another label altogether, there’s nothing wrong with your identity being more complicated than some are used to. Like everyone else, you should be allowed to pursue relationships at your own pace, with whoever you feel comfortable with - and if that includes men, I hope this is because you want to and not because of outside pressure!

Take care of yourself, ladies!

  • Symmetra: *Wakes up in a pool of blood* What... What happened? I thought we all...
  • Mercy: Died? *laughs* Heavens no! ... Well, yes. But only momentarily! Your hearts barely had time to stop beating! After Reaper broke my staff, he merely drained all of your blood. So! I just put it back in! *Pouring blood into Junkrat's chest*
  • Symmetra: I refuse to believe it's that easy.
  • Mercy: I know! Why do people even go to medical school?
  • Symmetra: Wait, how'd you separate out all the blood types?
  • Junkrat: Ha! "Different types of blood"! Sym came back stupid!
  • Mercy: Ha! Yes, what foolishness... *Whispering* Satya, I've been using my own underwear to sponge blood out of puddles. Trust me. The type is the least of your problems.
  • Symmetra: Oh God... Are we going to be okay...?
  • Mercy: I would drink plenty of water. Oh, and blood if you can find any.
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I know you know I hate taupe @thedragonconsumes D:<

Mechanic!AU Hanzo has returned!!! He’s enthusiastic to let the cowboy ride his “motorcycle” (we all know I hc Hanzo topping so y’all know where this is going).

I tried my best, and I also decided to throw in an alternate blue leather version.

anonymous asked:

I'm curious about what procedures you think need to change in the livestock industry?

Practically, or philosophically? There is so much that can be talked about in this field

From a practical standpoint, there are a number of areas where current livestock practices are far from ideal. Farming has a huge history behind it, and many of these practices are ingrained and so difficult to change.

Before I go through the list, I should preface that if you’re not comfortable with the fact that farmed animals die for human benefit, if you just want all farms to stop using animals, then you’re not going to find this list satisfactory. If you’re fundamentally uncomfortable with livestock industries, and you haven’t already questioned why you consume the products it produces or what your alternatives are, then it might be worthwhile.

For now, these industries are not going anywhere. They’re certainly not perfect but we could improve them. Regardless of whether you personally believe all these industries should be ‘just stopped’ you have to agree that will not happen overnight, and that other welfare improvements could happen today.

  • Pain relief being more widely used. There has historically been an aversion to using pain relief medication in livestock due to expense, drug residues and the lack of products made for and tested in the species. This is beginning to change so there are not more options for pain relief at castration and mulesing , for example, but this needs to be more widely used. Another hurdle to this is that they are prescription products, and in order for a veterinarian to prescribe them they must have been out to that farm within the last year and be familiar with their set up and stock. Not every farm will call out a veterinarian on a regular basis.
  • Minimize transport time. Transport, whether by road, train, boat or plane, is incredibly stressful for livestock of all kinds. We can measure their physiological stress, so this is definitely not just anthropomorphism. Livestock are more stressed in transport than they are by witnessing death, which is the opposite to what many people would think. 
  • On-farm slaughter and refrigerated transport. Following on from the previous point, we have the technology to transport chilled carcasses. Performing slaughter on farm removes or eliminates a large percentage of the transport an individual animal needs to be exposed to, and will improve their welfare. Animals don’t perceive death the same way we do, having a mini abattoir at the farm entrance isn’t going to bother them.
  • Using genetics instead of procedures. It astounds me in this modern day that we still have breeders of hereford cattle that breed the horned version, and then de-horn the calves, instead of selecting stock with the polled (no horns) trait. If you want horns then fine, but if you’re going to cut/burn/cauterize them off anyway when why not remove them genetically? The polled gene exists! Similarly there are a small number of merino sheep with a ‘bare breech’ trait, which don’t need mulesing. It would be ideal to spread this trait through the Australian sheep population, but with millions and millions of sheep and a ram only about to impregnate about 60 a month, that will take time.
  • Enrichment. Toys. Something for animals to play with, to investigate, to do. This has been historically neglected for a long time because originally animals weren’t though to have souls, or to be thinking, feeling entities. We know differently now. Enrichment only improves the lives of these animals, and often reduces unwanted or destructive behavior, like piglets biting off each others tails.
  • Dam-neonate bonding in certain industries should be reconsidered. In some situations, the dairy industry in particular, neonates may be taken from their mothers within 24 hours to reduce disease transmission in eradication of certain diseases, like Johnes disease, but in other situations it’s because for some mind boggling reason it is more cost efficient for a farm to sell the mother’s milk and feed the neonate on milk replacer.  
  • In a similar vein, giving sows enough space to nurse their litter would be great. They’re kept in sow stalls (basically a cage that they can stand up or lie down in that the piglets can run through) so that they don’t squash their piglets and kill them. That’s great and all, except you can accomplish the same thing by giving the sow more space to turn around it and slopes on the wall of the pen.

So, the important question I hope you’re asking is why don’t we do these things already?

There are lots and lots of reasons someone could grab, but the short (and I dare say more honest) reason is this: Money.

Granting an animal more space costs you money because it reduces the number of animals you can stock in your space. Using more pain relief medication costs you money. Calling out a vet costs you money. Providing enrichment costs you various amounts of money. On-farm slaughter and refrigerated transport is more expensive than the current system.

So if this is all about money, is it the fault of greedy farmers? Well, generally no.

Most farmers actually like the species of animal they work with. And most of them, especially with recent droughts, the current political climate and monopolization of the companies that buy their products, are not making big buckets of cash. More and more farms are selling up and small producers are not keeping up.

They are under constant pressure to lower the prices of their animal products because there’s only a few big buyers, and right now it’s the buyers that dictate what price they’re willing to pay. Because these animal products are perishable, you can’t save them for a rainy day if you don’t sell them, and these buyers are big enough, they can hold out and only pay what they want to pay. This severe downward pressure means farmers get paid progressively less, and these companies make more profits while claiming it’s good for consumers.

^ Look familiar?

So we get cheaper food, the company makes more profit, and the individual farms get screwed.

Especially with milk, there was a huge crisis recently where one of the big milk buyers suddenly declared it had been overpaying dairies, and that not only was it now going to pay them much less for the season (on contract mind you), but that all their dairies now owed them thousands of dollars. After years of downward price pressure on their product many farms could not, and can not, afford this. You can get an overview here.

The point I’m trying to get to is that if these industries are gong to improve, then we need to value the individual animal and its experience of life more than we currently do. 

If we value the experiences of the individual animal, and consequently put our money where our mouth is when it comes to their products, then there should be both motivation and financial ability to improve their lives. We could progress from mere ‘prevention of cruelty’ and minimum standards towards animal welfare and good welfare states.

Changing consumer patterns is probably the only way to do this, and it’s quite hard when you’re already paycheck to paycheck, but a in depth rant/discussion about politics/policy/economics etc is beyond my scope, though I would happily add veterinary and industry specific detail to a discussion if someone wants to tackle that side of it.

body guard | jughead x reader

Originally posted by kylogue

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anonymous said: hey, i’d like to request a jughead x reader where jughead is like super protective over the reader. like he walks with her in school. sits with her in pop’s. the reader is never out of his sight (only when she’s home). and the reader doesn’t really mind, bc there’s a killer in the town and stuff. and it’s kinda hot thank youu^^

“you do know you don’t have to follow me everywhere i go” you joke as you start your journey from riverdale high to the infamous pop’s chock'lit shoppe, jughead hot on your heels

but let’s face it, when wasn’t he? you’d grown up in neighbouring trailers and he was always so over protective of you, he’d walk you to and from school, to pop’s, to the drive in. everywhere.

you loved it, he was your best friend and essentially one of the only friends you had. jughead had been transferred to southside high but it didn’t stop him for walking you to and from school, no matter what.

“you’re not my bodyguard yanno?” you tease earning an eye roll from the dark and broody raven haired boy.

“there is a killer on the loose yanno” he pokes back stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, a famous jones smile hanging off his lips.

“see that excuse expired a week ago- the killers been found and put away. i don’t need a security detail anymore”

you can see the clogs turning on his head trying to come up with a witty response to your playful banter

“maybe i just like to be sure that a beautiful lady like you gets to her beloved diner in one peace” he smiles sweetly nudging your shoulder with his own

“oo smooth jones, but unfortunately not smooth enough. this girl can look after herself” you smirk spinning around on your hells, the ice seemingly a lot more slippery than you anticipated

next thing you know your put on your ass, the cool snow melting through your jeans. you cuss and let out a muffled groan as you glance up to see a smirking jughead.

“oh i can defiantly see that mrs slick” he jokes offering you a hand up, you hesitantly grab his hand as he pulls you up off the cold ground.

“damn it!” you exclaim feeling the wetness on your butt, “my damn butt is soaking wet now great!” the boy goes red trying to suck in laughter

“it can’t be that bad, turn around” you huff turning letting the boy free range at staring at your butt

damn” he mutters, you spin around quickly trying to get a good look yourself “what! is it that bad? you panic

he licks his lips shaking his head “oh no defiantly not i think it looks rather-” he pauses “peachy”

you turn and smack his chest “stop it you perv”

he places his hands up in defensive, wincing at your contact on his chest “first of all-ouch” he pause and you roll your eyes

“oh please i barley touched you-” he narrows his eyes at you silencing you as you allow him to continue.

“second of all you asked me to look- so i was just admiring what you were so gracefully born with” he argues a smirk etched onto his face.

“you owe me a milkshake jones” you complain

“because i proved you wrong or checked out the goods” he comments as we continue toward the diner

“now that you mention it, milkshake and fires” you smirk batting your lashes at the boy as you use your back to push open the door.

“would you look at that you holding the door open for me, how very twenty first century of you (y/l/n)”

“add a burger to that order, ill grab us a booth” you yell to the beanie boy as you slip into your normal booth waiting for jughead to slide in opposite you

“you’re going to make me go into bankruptcy” he mumbles as he slides in next to you, catching you off guard.

he senses your tense “everything okay?” he asks stretching his arm behind you resting on the booth.

“yeah just you never sit next to me, always opposite” you smile biting your lip as you notice your closeness

“maybe i wanted to sit next to you for once” he beams bringing a hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear

“and maybe since you let me check you out we’ve moved up in our level of friendship” he winks our food being placed in front of us

“what’s that supposed to me” you blush feeling the room growing hotter

“well i was hoping to move from platonic bodyguard to sexy serpent boyfriend” you eyes widen your stomach seemed to flip in your stomach.

“you think with that leather jacket your all slick huh?” you tease picking at your fries

“your bad boy leather jacket facade can’t win me over that easy jones” you smile feeling a little more at ease even though your insides were screaming at you to kiss him.

“oh really? you sure about that?” he smiles playfully, you kept your eyes trained on your fries knowing that one look into his eyes and you’d melt

“mhm” you muse

in one swift movement his beanie is in your hands and he’s running his long fingers through his luscious raven locks, a strand of hair falling infront of his eyes.

you stop breathing your heart hammering in your chest as your ovaries go into overdrive

you open your mouth to report with a snarky remark but you end up opening and closing your mouth at a loss of words, mumbling a inaudible response before your cheeks heat up.

“what was that?” he tease closing the gap between you slowly

“screw it ” you mumble pulling him by the collar of his leather jacket crashing your lips onto his, jughead spends no time kissing back pulling on your legs so they were draped over his lap.

you hands roaming over his chest before working their way up to his neck and hair as his hands stroke your leg, pulling your waist so they was no space between the two of you.

you were broken apart at the sound of pop clearing his throat, you turn red burying your head into his chest “sorry pop” jughead attempts to keep a straight face as the older man leaves our table, shaking his head.

“so was that a yes?” he asks

you bring your brows together “a yes to what?” you tease

“to being your sexy serpent boyfriend” he wiggles his brows placing a kiss on your neck

“i don’t know maybe just boyfriend” you joke cussing him to tickle you, letting out a small squeal gaining the attention of the owner once more. a scowl on his face.

“fine fine!!” you giggle

“fine what?” he argues

“you can be my sexy serpent boyfriend” you admit rolling your eyes as he boy grins helplessly

“only if i can be your sexy serpent princess”

he nods pecking your lips “you’ve always been my sexy serpent princess”

  • Junkrat: Everyone knows that gasoline comes from dinosaurs, and if we're running out of gas, the solution isn't to drive less, it's to kill more dinosaurs!
  • Mei: All the dinosaurs are already dead.
  • Junkrat: It doesn't have to be just dinosaurs, moron, any animal turns into oil when it dies, so remember, if you want to be environmentally friendly, just kill every living thing you see! And bury it!
  • Mei: But that process takes millions of years.
  • Junkrat: I've got time.
  • submitted by anon

ok so i was gonna fic this but it’s been sitting in my drafts half-written for months, so take this bullet point fic instead:

  • the foxes try to have a reunion of sorts every year or so
  • they don’t always make it but everyone puts in some type of effort to come
  • they all get together for real after the US Court announcements go out bc goddamn we need to celebrate this right??
  • everyone is just catching up, sharing news
  • dan and matt are married
  • nicky and eric are married
  • aaron and katelyn are married and expecting a kid
  • dan starts joking around bc ‘looks like everyone’s married except neil and andrew’
  • except it’s not really a joke bc to be honest, no one is quite sure if they are still, in fact dating. bc no paparazzi has caught them together yet which is like. unheard of in the exy world. if two professional players are fucking everyone knows like, instantly
  • and it’s been literally years
  • so there’s no way theyre still dating right?
  • (only Renee knows the truth bc they needed a witness)
  • (she’s the only one who gets a christmas card from them
    • (it’s a phone picture of andrew holding Sir and neil holding King. the cats are trying to escape. no one is smiling. it’s the background on her phone.)
  • anyway, neil when dan says that neil gets a Look in his eye
  • “hey andrew” he says. 
  • “what”
  • “want to get married?”
  • “nah”
  • everyone else: wait, you’re actually still dating?
  • neil internally: oh now we can Really fuck with them now
  • neil externally: no we’re not dating. haven’t been for years
  • nicky freaks out bc “I KNEW IT, IT WAS HATE SEX EVERYONE HERE OWES ME $200″
  • things calm down eventually and the topic moves on
  • that’s when neil goes in for the kill
  • “andrew, sweetheart, get me a beer?”
  • andrew, who knows exactly what’s going on: “sure thing babe” and kisses him on the way out
  • it’s mass chaos
  • as the rest of the foxes are screaming, nicky manages to say “wait you said you weren’t dating!”
  • “we aren’t”
  • andrew returns, handing neil his beer and planting a kiss on his head
  • “we’re married”
  • fin
  • epilogue: rip in peace to nicky who had to give back all that money and live on forever Renee who took all that money + $700 more

Please don’t say you support gay people when you literally treat us like we’re just your fetish. Gay people don’t exist to amuse you with our gayness. We don’t exist to be your flamboyant personal stylist or your gay best friend. We don’t exist to be your walking, talking stereotype. We don’t exist for you to show us off to prove how “accepting” you are. And we definitely don’t owe you shit. If you can’t support the lgbt+ community without fetishizing us and treating us like your silly gay pets, then we don’t need or want you. We’re not going to beg for your support and fulfill every gay stereotype so that we please you enough to allow us to have our basic human rights. Stop dehumanizing us.

NHL!Bitty, Pt. III - Post-Season

Bitty loves Seattle as much as a southerner can love a city that barely sees the sunshine, and he loves his boys, but god bless it if he doesn’t cross his fingers and toes every year hoping to get picked up by a Metropolitan team so he can at least live on the same coast as Jack.

For a few blissful months every year, Bitty gets his husband back; and promptly does none of what he’s planned to do with said husband.

(Also, point-of-order, Jack’s three-year, 1.2 million a year Falconers contract is on the lower end of the spectrum. The average (2016) NHL salary is around 2.9 mil a year, meaning Jack went pretty cheap for someone being scouted by so many teams. Did our beloved Canadian hockey robot turn down mad-money elsewhere to sign with the Falconers? Probably.) 

Part I - Hug Check |  Part II - Chirping

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They’re both snuggled up together in a rare moment of post-season calm. Neither are keen to move any more than the absolutely have to; tucked into lopsided couch cushions while the television plays split-screened between another film missed in theaters and the NHL Network.

It’s been a long, hard-fought season for them both: the Falconers knocked out of the playoffs in the second round, the Schooners barely making a dent in the first. Combine that with their newfound ‘chronic’ injuries and Bitty is happy to just lie here, mindlessly groping any part of Jack he can reach: he’s currently got a handful of pec, while Jack alternates between Bitty’s ass and lower back. It’s not arousing at all, just comfortable; until Jack’s wandering fingers hit a sore spot.  

“You okay?” Jack whispers when Bitty flinches.

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I think all of Harry’s fans, whatever they believe his love life to be like, owe him the decency to listen to his album when it comes out, without preconceptions about what he should be saying, is not allowed to say, or how he wants to express it.

He has made a very personal record, and in my opinion he’s being brave in the way he sends it out into the world. I hope we can all shut up for a minute and listen to it. You know, let the music speak for itself for at least one round, before we all come back here and fight about the lyrics. These guys spent months working on melodies, song structure, drum sounds, tunings, should we add more vocals here or a piano there… Don’t get me wrong, I expect some lyrics that will make me feel disillusioned, but I believe I owe him a few spins of that dramatic white vinyl that I ordered.

It’s a vulnerable thing, music. I feel what we shouldn’t do, is attack this album like a pack of wolves, pulling a piece of bloody meat out of the hands of the makers to rip it to shreds.

Hate is Bad You Guys

I wanna preface this with a quick disclaimer - this isn’t directed at anyone specific, I love all of you guys and I’m posting this out of concern for our community as a whole. If you feel called out or hurt by this post, I’m sorry. *hugs*

Brace yourselves though, because we need to talk about this.

The anti-Butch Hartman spree that’s been going on? Guys, you need to ease off. A lot.

Somewhere along the line it became cool to push the Butch hate as far as possible? It’s treated as some kind of joke or something that’s acceptable because hey, ‘we all think Butch sucks’, when really it isn’t. What’s worse is that these actions have been met with positive responses. It’s becoming socially normalized, and that is not okay. That’s actually scary as crap.

Take a deep breath and step back. Look at what you’re doing. This is bullying. It’s not cool, and it’s not funny.

Even if you feel your dislike is justified, treating another human being in such a way is wrong– and unhealthy. It’s creating an angry atmosphere in the phandom that really saddens me as a long-time member. We all have our criticisms, and criticism is a good and valid part of creative communities, but there’s a distinction between taking issue with someone’s creative work and attacking the person themselves.

You don’t have to like Butch Hartman. Criticize his actions as a creator, have a discussion, even make jokes about it. But please, remember to treat him with basic respect. Don’t get nasty. Don’t be mean. Don’t stalk him looking for weaknesses to pick at. He may be a public figure as a creator and semi-celebrity, but he’s also a person.

Tumblr is a place that likes to talk about safe spaces - rejecting hateful speech, accepting those who are different and flawed, giving people a chance for acceptance – but ironically there’s a real struggle in extending that openness to people outside of the Tumblr subculture.

Come on guys, we’re better than this. You aren’t helping anyone this way. Hate doesn’t erase hate. It never does.

The Phandom has so much creativity and diversity of style and people and topics. We’ve built so much together, had a lot of fun and weathered all kinds of ups and downs over the decade-plus this show has been in existence–an existence, I might add, we owe to Butch Hartman.

So let it go, please. Let’s keep the tag (and our phandom) a positive space!

  • (Jack, Mercy, Reinhardt, and Ana talking)
  • Reaper: HEY! What do you think you’re doing?
  • Jack: Trying to have a team meeting! Thank you very little
  • Reinhardt: Yeah! Team ears only.
  • Reaper: WE’RE IN THE MIDDLE. OF A FIGHT!
  • Jack: AND WE’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A CONVERSATION, WHAT DON’T YOU GET ABOUT THAT?!?!
  • Mercy: Um, Jack?
  • Jack: Yes, Mercy?
  • Mercy: I think he means that we’re all, in the middle of a fight?
  • (Crowd around them cheers)
  • Jack: Uh… (Sighs) …Reinhardt, just. Hit ‘em with the hammer.
  • Reinhardt: Got it
  • Reaper: Wait… WHAT?
  • (Reaper and his team go flying)
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Sure is great when people start sending you emails about how you’d be a happier, healthier person if you forgave the abusive people in your life and learned to “move on”, like wow, how to be a manipulative bugger 101—because that’s not the same thing my emotionally abusive parents said over and over and over to try and excuse their behavior when I became rightfully upset.

Forgiveness in this context, a lot of the time? Is used as another means of control. It’s how people guilt you into enabling their behavior by implying that if you somehow don’t come to terms with the things people have done to you and forgive them for it, you are as bad as the abuser and are responsible for perpetuating the cycle of shit. So please, be aware of that when you start telling other people that the one true way to heal thyself is to forgive people.

Like I get it, for you, forgiveness is part of letting go and moving on. That doesn’t mean we all do. Some of us are quite happy to salt the earth and never look back, and frankly that’s more healthy for me than ever, ever trying to interact with those people in my life ever again.

So please, when a fellow victim is telling you they are not comfortable with the pressure to forgive their abusers to whom they owe nothing, a little respect and consideration would be nice.

  • Shownu: I can’t believe I forgot my phone. I hope Changkyun liked his birthday present yesterday. Oh, he called.
  • Phone: You have 17 new messages.
  • Shownu: What?!
  • Phone: Message 1.
  • Changkyun: Hey Shownu, thanks for the Bazinga t-shirt it's… great. I was just calling because I might need a ride later tonight. Hyungwon can’t drive and I ran Jooheon’s Mazda into that ditch after we watched Fast Five on Netflix together.
  • Jooheon: You still owe me for that.
  • Changkyun: Yeah, yeah, I got you, I got you. Mazdas are really flammable, did you know that? I didn’t know that. Well, I do now.. but anyway I’ll call you later if we need a pick up from the show, alright?
  • Hyungwon: [Snoring]
  • Changkyun: Woo! Hyungwon, you’re up! Peace, Shownu!
  • Phone: End of Message.
  • Shownu: I’m not listening to all of these.
  • [skips to the last message]
  • Phone: Message 17.
  • Changkyun: Oh my god is he dead? Why did you put him in the car?
  • Hyungwon: It’s Minhyuk, you idiot! Just shut up and keep driving to the hospital!
  • Jooheon: Changkyun, when are we getting to Chuck E Cheese?
  • Changkyun: Jooheon, shut up! Shownu, please pick up the phone! We are in so much trouble! The Iggy Azalea show went south, so we decided to make our own, but… Oh man, oh man, pick up your stupid phone! Shownu, go to my desk, open the dark drawer and burn everything inside! But hold your breath while you do it! Use that stupid t-shirt you got me to help the fire, you gotta do this, Shownu!
  • Hyungwon: Changkyun, eyes on the road!
  • Jooheon: Truck!
  • All: [Screaming]
  • Phone: End of message.