we-are-the-reason

Eggsy: [to Charlie] We all know the only reason you’re still so classist is that I rejected your advances.
Eggsy: [to the Statesmen] Do you brew your whisky in a toilet? Because it tastes like sh*t. Having said that, I wouldn’t mind more free samples. Talk soon.
Eggsy
: [to Merlin and Harry] I’m calling for a fight to the death between you two. Highlander rules: There can only be one. Survivor becomes my bride. Kiss kiss.
Eggsy
: [to all antagonists] Fuck you. That’s it. That’s the end of the sentence.

i just refreshed the dash and what the fuck happened ????  me,  a white,  at my fellow whites:  what the fuck.  you realize…. slavery in the south was further upheld partially because….. we….  the whites…..  were  Too  Afraid  of people of color…..  too afraid if they were free ??  they’d be fucking livid with us????  while we simultaneously ignored the reason WHY they were angry?  FOR FUCK’S SAKE STOP.  REVERSE RACISM IS ANOTHER BULLSHIT TERM WE TRY TO USE AS LEVERAGE AGAINST PEOPLE WHO DON’T LOOK LIKE US.  we slaughtered them,  beat them,  hanged them,  vilified them.  we stole from them their families and their culture and their freedom all on the basis of  "we are superior.“  that’s it.  that’s why:  our heads are still so far up our asses that slavery and racism were abolished and we still stand here crying that  WE’RE  the ones being ‘mistreated.’  shut the fuck up.  just stop.  i was raised by  a racist who spent over half his life  Doing God’s Work  and encouraging me to  Love  All  God’s  Children….  But  Not  If  They’re  Black,  because  "cassandra,  i told you to roll up your window because you’re a nice young white girl and you’ll get shot when we drive through  This  Part  of downtown”  i used to be racist.  i still am,  sometimes,  without even realizing.  that’s it:  that’s how it goes.  our prejudice is so goddamn ingrained we don’t even realize or we try to pretend we’ve matured when,  BY SAYING SHIT LIKE  'REVERSE RACISM’  and whining that  "A MASTERLIST FOR WRITERS OF COLOR IS WHAT’S DIVIDING THE RP COMMUNITY"  it’s clear as fucking day we haven’t learned a goddamn thing.  the moment,  the fucking MOMENT  we get  Offended  that pocs are angry,  that’s another sign.  once again we’re 'promoting’ equality while fucking bulldozing over everyone else.  

I can barely wait to see the reaction to 2x15. The fandom is gonna go WILD. Good or bad? We will see. But if they did it right, a HUGE positive response is seen and, maybe, a #malec trending more than sure they should be stupid to not understand for who is the biggest part of the fandom watching the show for. With some luck we’ll have a reason to go wild after 2x18 as well and they’ll see Magnus and Alec are not scaring anyone and the screentime distribution’ll improve from now on.

Summoner/Navarre C-S

Written by  tct-psychoticnekomata


C SUPPORT

Navarre: …

(y/n): So… Navarre… I’ve heard quite a bit about you. They say you’re one of the best swordsmen in Archanea.

Navarre: …

(y/n): They did also mention how quiet you are. But nevertheless I would appreciate it if you could respond to me.

Navarre: …

(y/n): Ok. I recall you not being mute, but hey, it’s fine if you don’t want to talk. I just wanted to make something clear… you’re not going to defect on us, are you?

Navarre: … What do you mean?

(y/n): Ahhh, there we are. I know the reason you joined Marth’s army in Archanea is because Princess Caeda was able to convince you to do so. After all, you can’t bring yourself to hurt a woman. Right?

Navarre: And?

(y/n): Our enemy is a woman, Navarre. And I don’t take betrayal well. Consider that before you do anything reckless.

Navarre: …

[(y/n) and Navarre have reached support rank C.]


B SUPPORT

(y/n): You came through for me. Thank you.

Navarre: Tch. You were careless.

(y/n): You’re… not wrong. But at the same time, you weren’t so better yourself. You hesitated and Alfonse had to save us both from that pegasus knight.

Navarre: …

(y/n): I understand you swore never to harm a woman, but Veronica is a serious threat and she has to be stopped. How many villains did you fight against during the War of Shadows that were female?

Navarre: None. The others would handle them.

(y/n): Jeez… I suppose I’ll have to depend on another swordsman then. At the very least, though, I guess you won’t betray us.

Navarre: I too despise traitors.

(y/n): … Fair enough.

[(y/n) and Navarre have reached support rank B.]


A SUPPORT

(y/n): I have to say… it’s commendable how you can keep your promises so thoroughly. I wish I had nearly half the resolve you do.

Navarre: Why do you say that?

(y/n): Maybe then I wouldn’t have been such a mess-up in my world… Ahhh, but that’s neither here nor there. I shouldn’t speak much on that.

Navarre: For what it’s worth, you’re not bad.

(y/n): Oh?

Navarre: You are a fine tactician.

(y/n) Thank you. Are you sure you’re not just saying that to make me feel better though?

Navarre: I don’t lie.

(y/n): Well then… I suppose I’ll just have to take your word for it.

[(y/n) and Navarre have reached support rank A.]


S SUPPORT

(y/n): Navarre! What the hell was that?!

Navarre: …

(y/n): No, I will not allow you to give me the silent treatment now! You jumped in the way of that attack meant for me! How could you be so reckless?!

Navarre: … I couldn’t let you die.

(y/n): And you think I wanted you to die in my stead?!

Navarre: You’re too special.

(y/n): I’m not worth your life! Not even close to that!

Navarre: You are to me.

(y/n): Huh?

Navarre: I’m not the best with words. But I know I’ve come to be sentimental towards you… I couldn’t just watch.

(y/n): Navarre, you… you idiot. How do you think I would’ve felt then? Don’t ever do that again, you… precious treasure, you.

Navarre: D-Don’t call me that.

(y/n): Oh it’s too late now. Now that I’m over the moon for you, I’m going to tease you into a pile of mush~

Navarre: Geez…


Confession Quote

Navarre: I care too much about you now to go back to solitude. Please be my beloved from now on.

Not many gifts redirect the mind
Away from a blade
Away from a needle
Away from your destructive self
The gift you can feel
But not touch
One that is visible
But cannot be seen
Dust gathers on shelves
In cabinets
On mere trinkets of mortality
These too were gifts but
Never wielded power
Only soothed fantasies for a season
Which we always had reasons for receiving
But this one
It falls beyond human spectrum
Boasting becomes nonexistent
In light of the gift of
Grace
—  djspookyrosebud - inspired by Ephesians 2:8-9

anonymous asked:

it really makes me think of why this break started in the first place, like they knew about jay being sick and robin being sick so they decided to take the break and continue to take it (idk if that makes sense) but all i know is that whenever this happens i just think "thank god they're on break right now"

I think the break was necessary from the moment they announced they were going on a hiatus; the boys were so tired and exhausted with being away all the time and they pretty much couldn’t go anywhere in terms of their career because they were already so huge and widely known and incredibly popular. I wouldn’t necessarily say it was because they had sick family members; but we’ll never know the true reason as to why they took a big and lengthy break in the first place.

Either way, I think the break happened and came at the right time, for sure. I’m honestly so glad they’re relaxing and doing their own thing and spending time with family and loved ones - because over the last 6 months, it’s really put into perspective just how we never know when our last days could be. xx

anonymous asked:

Are you loons for real? U actually think G is with PM to get better work or an Oscar? We all know the real reason behind your rage. Gillian is not worth David. Never has been. Your fantasy is ruined & because u have no lives it affects you so. U need medication because you are definitely not stable. An embarrassment to the fandom. Delete your blog.

You are mistaking me for some other loon. Never have I said any such thing. I said I felt PM is a manipulative bastard. Sheesh, get your facts straight you silly sausagekins. ❤

It was a rough day

Today I had to go to this guy’s house with my friend to make sure she was safe. Not going to publicly get in too many details other than the fact that he was 52 years old, and an alcoholic who was drunk while we were there, he kept smoking which triggered my asthma, and to top it all off every charistic about this guy reminded me of my emotionally abusive alcoholic grandfather who I grew up with and still see to this day. We were stuck at his house for an hour and a half he degraded us verbally, he was being borderline inappropriate, I had two panic attacks and then an asthma attack. We were there for a good reason but it got to the point where I felt like my safety and my mental health weren’t going to be okay so I had to leave. I came home and collapsed on the bathroom floor and just cried. I used my nebulizer and took some of my anxiety medicine. I’m finally feeling human again. What I have learned from tonight is that I need to trust my gut instinct and not get myself into a situation like that again. I did not know that my grandfather fucked me up so bad from my childhood. I did not know that I was this terrified of men.

its literally unbelievable how poorly-run tumblr is. like could we get fixes for the TONS of bugs? maybe the app could stop constantly crashing? maybe images could work on mobile?

staff: no how about we block posts for no reason and give users no option to view the post no matter what they do. censorship is awesome and people shouldn’t have to use common sense in order to protect themselves from content that may be inappropriate to a certain demographic. its best to prevent everyone from posting freely in order to protect the 1% of users who want to avoid certain content

i went to private school and was in an expensive children’s theater group so all my friends are super rich but i don’t think they realize that. i’m not??? like i’m better off than a lot of folks but i live in a small duplex. and i go to these people’s houses and they’re just like “yeah here’s our extra smaller house we have for some reason that my parents gave me for getting good grades, but really, we’re just middle class” and im just

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

You will take this ship and Kat Morris’ poster from my cold dead hands.


Inspired by Kat Morris’ poster THE SHOW and featuring a shitty scan.

Today is special.

Why?

Because today is the 4th anniversary of a group of boys who started from the bottom and climb, and are still climbing as high as they can.

These boys are Bangtan Boys also known as BTS.

Originally posted by sannal2054

For me BTS is one of the most special groups to exist.

Because not many groups are willing to tell their stories.

BTS does not have to rely on buying song after song after song. After all, they have the freedom to produce, experiment, write and create the art they want to create. It is amazing to see a group of people who write in an industry where many companies opt out of letting their idols write and create and instead choose to mostly buy songs, giving their artists minimal freedom in many cases. BTS, however, does have that freedom and uses it to their full advantage.

Originally posted by meandmyopinionss

Look at the solo songs or any of their solo work as an example.

Rap monster tackles society, Illness, pressures and so much more in his songs. He shows worry for the new generations and generations to come faced with injustice, anxiety and depression. He worries about his members and shows understanding and compassion. In fact, he uses lyrics as an expression of his inner struggle and philosophical thoughts and in turn opens conversations that are very much needed in society. He works hard to communicate with all the fans and in general, he works hard to communicate with people. He does not just show interest in his fans but in society as a whole.

Originally posted by momo-foam

Suga too wanted his voice to be heard. He said it himself, he was not content with just rapping. He wanted people to listen to what he has to say too. And definitely, Yoongi has a lot to say. At first, he seemed like such a closed person, but his mixtape gave everyone such an amazing insight into his mind. From the depression, to self hate, to allusions to suicide and social anxiety he bears his soul to all, in turn trying to help others realise that they are not the only ones going through a hard time. And if he continues to recover(because I believe that even if one gets better, some demons still remain and always have to be fought)  then hopefully so can we. And also, how can one not love a man who reveals a song called ‘first love’ only to reveal that his first love was his piano, when that is such a beautiful and sincere confession.

Originally posted by junghosyub

J-Hope’s mixtape is one I definitely cannot wait to hear. Because I feel like he is a member who also has a lot he wants to say without any constraints. Hoseok ’s song ‘mama’ just showed how amazing he is as a person. He had a solo song in the Wings album, like all the members and he chose t write a loving and sincere song thanking his mum for all that she has ever done for him. For how she loves and supports him in this difficult path. He seems to struggle with feeling like he is not good enough. As a member or son. I hope that’s not true. He also shows his emotion through his dance.

Originally posted by gdiminyoongi

Not these three members show us the most of what they are feeling through writing and producing. However, the other 4 are also working hard on developing as writers, amazing sure to develop and also express themselves.

Taehyung showed his inner turmoils and  guilt over an unknown action or feeling in stigma as he apologise see to his brother and sister and even worked with Namjoon to produce a new song, showing a different side of him, as well as a different singing technique deciding to tell different stories with his voice and songs. Taehyung is also proving himself to be a very good actor, telling more than than just his story.

Originally posted by pjkook

Jungkook, in my opinion, seems to struggle most with expressing himself. And I believe that that is normal. After all from a young age he has been a trainee with means that most things kids get to experience such as relationships, getting in trouble, love, sex and more this teen was not allowed to have. He was too busy being 'manufactured p’, as some may say, to be the perfect idol. However, since he grew up in the public eye for quite a long time we see how his story is his progress as he tries to gain confidence and express himself asking Namjoon for help with his songs 'Begin’ as well as by releasing amazing covers.

Originally posted by jeonity

Jimin, like Hoseok shows his emotions through dance but also has shown us how he can communicate through his vocal colour and his emotional expression. He worked on 'LIE’ showed confusion, loss and heartbreak as he is 'caught in a lie’ and while we do not know the reason for these emotions we can appreciate them better and can relate them to us and our situations.

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Lastly, Jin is the member, who I believed was the least able to express himself, not because he doesn’t want to but because he doesn’t have the opportunity to showcase his stories as much. However, his solo song 'Awake’ is a true gift. It tells the story of a boy, not a man but a boy, who comes to the heartbreaking belief that yes, he may never be able to reach the top like others but he will continue to work just as hard and give his all to be better and better and better. It shows his loyalty and passion and that is what I love about Jin. But I would really love to see Jin tell other, different stories through acting.

Originally posted by catchsuga

So as you see they all have something to say and they all try their best to say it.
and let’s not forget all the amazing choreographies

And let’s not forget just how close their bond is

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Originally posted by pkjmnie

Originally posted by yoongiski

So thank you Kim Seokjin for always making us laugh, for being so kind and caring.

Thank you Min Yoongi for opening up to us and inspiring  us

Thank you Jung Hoseok for being a true sunshine, giving strength to all

Thank you Kim Namjoon for working so hard to create and for always choosing BTS and freedom of speech

Thank you Park Jimin for being so supportive, always being there for your me,beds, hugging them and making them feel supported and loved

Thank you Kim Taehyung for showing us your different sides and working so hard at writing.

Thank you Jeon Jungkook for showing us all your different talents and inspiring us to try new things.

Thank You BTS for being a part of out loves.

Thank you to all the staff for working so hard for our boys success, be it makeup lighting or anything else.

Thank you to all the managers, the CEO and anyone else helping them on their journey.

Thank you to the parents and family of the members for giving birth to such amazing, kind and talented people.

Originally posted by trashoferverything

Originally posted by lostinbangtan

As always, I hope BTS is healthy both physically and mentally and  that they know we are here for them and that we will always love and support them.

Originally posted by allforbts

BTS is already perfect as is and it is  we, ARMYs that have to keep replaying these boys because they do so much for us. They say and create so much for us. BTS is kind, thoughtful, they love their fans, show respect to all and are extremely humble, not taking what they have for granted but rather strive forward to improve.

Originally posted by jhopeloviu

So thank you BTS for being BTS

I hope you will remain together for very long.

I hope there will be no serious drama between you.

And I hope that we can stand together, BTS and ARMYs for many years to come.

If we can’t understand we will try to understand your problems. So please do not push yourselves and harm yourselves. We do not want that under any circumstances.

Originally posted by fullfangirling27

I’m so proud of being an ARMY.

Originally posted by btstaehyunged

So thank you and happy anniversary

Thank you for reading

To our Sense8 family...

We’ve seen the petitions. 

We’ve read the messages. 

We know you want to #RenewSense8,
and we wish we could #BringBackSense8 for you. 

The reason we’ve taken so long to get back to you is because we’ve thought long and hard here at Netflix to try to make it work but unfortunately we can’t.  

Thank you for watching and hope you’ll stay close with your cluster around the world. 

#SensatesForever

Humans are so strange

And when I say this I’m thinking along the lines of how we sometimes do things for no reason.

Let’s face it, we do things and when someone asks why the answer is always “I dunno… I wanted to?”

For instance: my friends and I would yell, like someone would randomly start ‘aaaaahhh’-ing and it would progress to the point of screaming, just cause.

Another one is the whole 'MINE!’ thing from finding nemo. Any human hearing this will start chanting 'mine’ over and over again to the point of annoying, not only themselves, but everyone else as well.

Just imagine aliens seeing this. What would the aliens think of these 'fearsome’ Terrans chanting or screaming for no reason. Is it a ritual??? A human thing??? Do we do this too??? We just don’t know??? Like??? Why, human??? Why???

hey fellow asians, let’s stop using cultural relativism and post colonial theory to justify antiblackness.

what you’re basically doing is using identity politics to weasel your way out of accountability.

our countries participated in the slave trade. that cannot be justified by cultural relativism. 

white supremacy/colonialism spread its ideology to asian countries. that cannot be justified by post-colonialism. antiblackness exists in our countries, ourselves, our histories. own up to it. 

whether it’s thinking that we can use the n word or other antiblack slurs because some of us have been targeted by misdirected antiblackness, or thinking that we have a claim to black culture because of racialization, or thinking racial relativism theory is an excuse for antiblackness (modern slavery, police brutality, etc)……. we need to stop. lmao. like. we blame black people for their hypervisibility without realizing that it’s white people who made us invisible. we blame affirmative action for the reason we get rejected by employers and universities when in fact we’re rejected because of racism and AA largely benefits white women. we think it’s okay to use the n word or that it’s fine for our people to profit from modern slavery because “uwu slavery is a western phenomenon” or “uwu we don’t have american racial dynamics”. that’s fucking bullshit and you know it’s fucking bullshit. slavery is not exclusive to the west. antiblackness is the foundation of white supremacy; thus it’s no wonder that all asians are antiblack. you can’t fucking simultaneously use post-colonialism/cultural relativism to excuse antiblackness and then at the same time use american racial politics to blame black people for hypervisibility. you’re being a disingenuous asshole when you do that. 

we alienate black asians when we do these things too. 

excusing police brutality just because the cop is asian is disgusting. justifying slavery just because the slaveowners are asian is disgusting. defending assault just because the assaulter is an asian immigrant is disgusting. ignorning the use of slurs and the theft of black culture just because the thief is asian is disgusting. 

don’t ask for support, solidarity, or respect from black people if you don’t want to put in the work or eradicate antiblackness. frankly all of us need to work on this. we are all socialized to be antiblack. you are. i am. our parents are. our friends our. our communities within asia and across the diaspora are. we ALL need to work on it. 

(don’t touch this post if you aren’t black and/or asian). 

anonymous asked:

i know you meant well when you said 30 isnt ancient, but im nb so my life expectancy is actually 30 :(

Hey anon, I’m so sorry that that’s a fear you’ve had to live with. I know that trans people are at greater risk of violence and suicide, and I’ve heard people say many times that the life expectancy of trans people (or trans women, or trans women of color, depending on who you ask) is anywhere from 23 to 35. Your ask troubled me, so I’ve dug deep looking for solid evidence of any of these, and I don’t believe that these statistics are true.

A trans woman, Helen, looked into the “23 years” claim and traced it back to someone’s notes on two workshops at a 2007 conference, which stated that trans people’s life expectancy is “believed to be around 23” (emphasis mine) but cites no actual source. This claim has been presented as fact in many news articles since then, but as far as I can tell, no one seems to know where this figure came from.

Another claim is often sourced to an Argentine psychologist quoted in this NPR article

Psychologist Graciela Balestra, who works closely with the transgender community, says it’s an especially vulnerable population.

“Transgender people have an average life expectancy of about 30 to 32 years,” Balestra says. “They don’t live any longer; I think that statistic alone says so much.”

But again, the article gives no source for this figure

I found an article claiming that a 2014 report by the Inter-American Commission on Human Rights (IACHR) “concludes the average life expectancy of trans people in the Western Hemisphere is between 30-35 years.” However, when I tracked down the report, An Overview of Violence Against LGBTI Persons (pdf), its only reference to this is (emphasis mine): “[T]he IACHR has received information that the life expectancy of trans women in the Americas is between 30 and 35 years of age.” Again, this is no source.

Someone said on my post that these statistics may have come from the NCTE/NGLTF report Injustice at Every Turn (pdf), but I can’t find any reference to any such claim in the report.

Thinking about these claims, they seem unlikely for some basic reasons. Consider that we simply don’t have a long enough span of data on trans people, and that what data we do have is extremely limited because we can’t always know who is trans and who isn’t. Consider also that, although obviously the murder rates for trans people are extremely high, the number of deaths of 20-something trans people would have to be ENORMOUS to offset the existence of older trans people and bring the average down to 30. Especially since, unlike with racial groups for example, the data on trans people would likely include almost no childhood deaths, simply because it would be much more difficult (and in many cases impossible) to identify these children as trans. And since we know that trans women of color are extremely disproportionately affected by violence, statistics that include white people and/or trans men would be especially unlikely to be so low.

And as to your specific situation anon, again given that trans women of color are most at risk, I don’t think we have reason to believe that being non-binary specifically puts a person at anywhere near this level of increased risk of dying young.

I don’t say any of this to question anyone’s experiences or to deny the state of emergency that trans women face with regard to violence. That is very real. But I think it can be harmful, even dangerous to trans people to spread claims like this around, especially without evidence. Expecting to die by 30 would take an extreme emotional toll on anyone, and trans people deserve better.

But don’t take my word for it: FORGE, a national transgender anti-violence organization that works with trans survivors of sexual assault, wrote the following in its 2016 publication “First Do No Harm: 8 Tips for Addressing Violence Against Transgender and Gender Non-Binary People” (pdf) (I have moved two footnotes into the main text and provided links to some endnote sources; italicized emphasis is theirs while bold is mine.): 

Promote Hope for the Future

It certainly is not the same as a murder, but publicizing a low “life expectancy” rate for transwomen of color is another way to steal away their future, a “crime” that has been committed repeatedly by trans, LGBQ, and mainstream press. Think about the people you know or have heard of who have been diagnosed with a fatal illness and given a short time to live: how many of them have enrolled in college, undertaken lengthy training for a new occupation, had a new child, or tried to establish a new non-profit? A few do, certainly, but many more focus on their bucket list, arrange for their good-byes, or simply give up entirely, essentially relinquishing whatever time they have left to depression and regrets. When we tell transwomen of color they cannot expect to live very long, we rob them of hope. We rob them of any motivation to invest in themselves, their relationships, and their communities. We rob them, in short, of their lives even while they are still living. (This statement in no way negates the need to systemically work to improve and increase the life expectancy of trans people through working to end transphobia, racism, poverty, pervasive violence, and health and healthcare inequities, and more.)

One trans woman of color was trying to come to grips with an estimated lifespan figure more than ten years shorter than the one that has been published most often. (We are not repeating any of the (incorrect) estimated lifetime figures that are circulating, to avoid even inadvertent reinforcement.) Faced with the report of yet another attack on another trans woman, she wrote:

These days, I look at the latest reports of stabbed, shot, beaten trans women, search myself for tears, and I cannot find a thing. I want to mourn and rage. I want to honor all of our sisters — the hundreds each year who are ripped, namelessly and without fanfare, from this life — who are taken so young before their time. But the grief and anger — even empathy — do not come. I don’t feel anything but numbness and fatigue, and somewhere far below that, fear.

The terrible irony of the life expectancy “fact” is that it is based on an impossibility. The only ways to determine a given population’s life expectancy are to: examine decades or more of death certificates or census data containing the information being studied, or follow a specific set of individuals for around 100 years and record every single death. There is not and never has been a census of transgender people. Our death certificates do not mark us as transgender. There has been no 100-year-long study of a representative group of trans people. So where are the estimated lifespan figures coming from?

FORGE tracked the most commonly-cited figure back to what was most likely the 2014 Philadelphia Transgender Health Conference, where a workshop presenter gave the figure and explained she had calculated it by averaging the age of death for all of those listed on the Transgender Day of Remembrance (TDOR) website. This means the figure is actually the average age of those trans people who were both murdered and came to the attention of someone who added them to the TDOR list. Interestingly, this average is very close to the average age of everyone who is murdered in the U.S., according to the U.S. Department of Justice statistics. [I’m not seeing an average age given in the cited source but you can see on page 5 of this Bureau of Justice Statistics report (pdf) that the average age of homicide victims in the U.S. was between 30 and 35 from 1980 to 2008.]

But not everyone is murdered.

Despite how many there may appear to be, only a tiny, tiny fraction of transpeople are killed by other people. Most of us, transwomen of color included, live average lifespans and die of the most common U.S. killers — heart disease, cancer, chronic lower respiratory disease, and unintentional injuries (accidents).

Please don’t add to fear and hopelessness by spreading inaccurate and profoundly disempowering data.

Since I can’t respond to everyone directly, I’m @ing some people who’ve brought this up on my post and may be interested: (urls removed after posting for their privacy). I appreciate your thoughtfulness in bringing this to my attention. If you or anyone else has a source on any of these figures that can provide specific methodology, I’d be very grateful to see that.

In closing, here are some resources that provide a more hopeful view of trans aging. They are well known but I hope they will be helpful to someone.

Okay, so like how when sheep/kids baaa at you and you baaa back and they all baaa again?? How would aliens react is if a human on their mission started making the creatures noise back at them until they all doing it.

Well…

The mission was fairly simple in Grutona’s mind: follow the tracks of certain creatures and use environmental clues to discern aspects of the creature’s lifestyle and needs. The group had been following the large, octagonal shaped prints of a swutonaton for the past several standard hours, and up to this point, they still hadn’t actually encountered the beast.

Good. Grutona was not keen on being eaten alive today, which would surely be the result of disturbing the beast. Protocol on the mission was to leave should contact be breached with any species that was not fully documented.

However, there was one member of the team that made Grutona worry. Maria seemed to take things like Protocol as more of a… guideline. Already today Maria had disregarded rules about eating wild tree fruit claiming “they have these on my planet, don’t worry!” Grutona did worry. Especially when Maria added: “Besides, they’re delicious.” Grutona knew what type of treefruit Maria was eating, and xhe was skeptical of the claim. These deadly fruits humans called “lemons” were HIGHLY acidic and sour. On xer home world, a fruit like that would be used by deadly criminals as a poison.

Needless to say, having a human on the crew had been an eye-opening, mind-boggling experience. Grutona was learning more about universal cultures on this mission than ever before, that was for certain.

It was a few more minutes of walking along the path, Grutona taking note of the way the plant life was smashed down to the side of the path of the tracks as if the swutonaton had stopped for a time and rested.

“Ah, so it appears swutonaton are a restful breed, and likely a predator species as evident by their choice location being one leaving them so vulnerable.” Kerip, another member of the team, said this clinically, xis eyes dilating further as his species was wont to do in order to get a magnified look at things. As he was examining he spoke to his partner, Bepin who recorded xis observations on a datapad.

There was a noise further down the trail, strangely like a yawn. Grutona looked over cautiously. Maria was gone. Grutona frowned and made toward the sound hoping it was just Maria doing some sort of human thing xhe was unfamiliar with and not the beast hiding in the plant life beyond planning an attack on the mission crew.

But when had luck ever been on Grutona’s side?

As xhe rounded the bend in the trail xhe was met with the horrifying sight. Xhe would have screamed if it were a characteristic of xer race. Instead, xhe stood there in shock.

Maria stood in front of the creature they were tracking all right. The only thing was, the team was entirely wrong about what they thought they were following here. They had assumed the animal was very large, at least nine or ten times the actual size of the creatures in front of them now. And creatures they were. There were at least fifteen of these creatures and they were all piled atop one another, drooling heavily, spiked tails and trunks laying anywhere. 

“I’d definitely call this a dog-pile.” Maria chuckled, completely unconcerned at the reality that basically everything they had assumed about these creatures was wrong. Maria turned to look at Grutona, eyes gleaming in mischief. “Guess we were wrong about the elephant-sized animal with forty pig-sized feet, huh?” Grutona said nothing, still reeling. They needed to leave, Protocol demanded it, and they needed to go soon before more of the creatures woke up as one was doing now.

“Hey, look! They’re starting to wake up! They’re so cute!” Maria took another step closer to them, making cooing noises as Grutona watched in horror as more of the swutonatons started to rouse. Footsteps behind xer alerted xer to the rest of the team arriving to the scene finally. 

There was a moment of stunned silence before an exasperated sound came from Bepin and Kerip started mumbling in astonishments about all the things they had wrongly ascertained. 

“We should leave,” a voice of reason finally called from the back of the group: Teriwald, the ranked officer from the ship who had been tasked with “protecting the scientists” on the expedition.

Grutona found xer voice again, finally. “You’re–”

There was a sudden, loud sound from the pile of creatures “Meeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrm.”

“Okay, that was the greatest thing I’ve ever heard,” Maria was watching the herd of swutonaton with complete adoration in her gaze. Grutona had been warned to be wary of humans when they assumed a look like this one. There was no telling what kind of things they might do next. 

Whatever Grutona had expected, it was not what Maria did next. Maybe xhe thought she would have started running in circles around the group or walk over and touch one, but xhe certainly did not predict that  Maria would raise her arms in imitation of a swutonaton trunk and repeat the noise back at them in perfect imitation. “Meeeeeeeerrrrrm!”

“What are you doing, we need to go!” Teriwald reminded in an increasingly demanding tone. 

“Calm down, Waldo, we’re fi–” Maria was cut off by several cries of the swutonaton calling back at her.

“Meeeeeerrrm!” 

“Oh, this is too good!” More of the swutonaton had stirred now, and they were climbing off of each other and standing in a herd before Maria who laughed and made the noise again. 

“Meeeerrrm!”

“MEEEEEEEEERRRRRM!!!” The entire herd of seventeen (Grutona had counted in xer moments of horror earlier) swutonaton were now calling back at Maria’s prompting. 

Nobody on the team said anything as they all watched in rapt attention Maria and the herd of swutonaton yell at each other for the next ten standard minutes. 

Humans, Grutona concluded, still half horrified, are weird.

I just called Netflix Germany and asked why Sense8 got cancelled. The guy on the phone told me the official reason they at customer service have to tell people was that the story had been told/come to and end (which is bullshit of course! WTF Netflix???). He himself said that he doesn’t know really, there are lots of factors playing into these decisions (I guess we already know the reasons were not enough viewers - bc Netflix did shitty advertising for s2 - and the show being too expensive, but I thought it wouldn’t hurt asking).

He sent me an email with the link to the suggestion page which I filled out again with 3 times “Sense8 season 3″ (I had already done that, idek if it counts anymore). The guy on the phone said they do listen to this feedback (but idk, what else is he supposed to say).

I told him I cancelled my Netflix subscription yesterday because of the cancellation and that I want them to know that that was the reason.

He said they have been receiving a lot of calls about Sense8 since the cancellation and that he heard that there was some kind of online movement where people get told to call the hotlines. They are noticing! And I’m talking about Germany, where Netflix isn’t even that popular yet.

So if you haven’t called the Netflix hotline yet, please do!

United States: 1 (866) 579-7172

Canada: 866-579-7115

Colombia: 01-800-755-0114

México: 01800-265-0161

España: 900866616

Argentina: 0800-444-2169

Panamá: +1 (408) 600-1721

Brazil: 0-800-086-4041

United Kingdom: 0800-096-6379

Germany: 0800-724-0963

France: +1-800-585-7265

Italy: 800-784-308

The Netherlands: 0800-022-5173

Australia: 1800-071-578

Norway: 800 17 530

@thunderboltsortofapenny said: No no let’s do this! Why would steve need to be fake married. Or why would bucky need to be fake married to Steve. We need a reason. #Viper do the thing #It’ll be fun!

So I did the thing, and it’s stupid and terrible, but here, have it:


Bucky’s an EMT. Normal guy, just living his life, trying to help where he can. And then one day, all of a sudden, the aliens are invading NYC, and Bucky’s out there helping, right in the middle of the danger zone because of course he is.

There’s a fight going on, and a bunch of freaks in weird suits seem to be fighting the aliens, but Bucky doesn’t have much time to focus on anything other than all the people in dire need of medical attention. He does what he can to help, grabs the first metal bar he can find and fights only the aliens getting in his way, and works himself to exhaustion. Then there’s a blast, and it sends a man flying right into the wall next to him.

“Hey, you okay?” Bucky asks, rushing to help him, and though Bucky could’ve sworn the blow was hard enough to crush anyone’s ribs, he’s surprised to see the man–who must’ve been on his way to a costume party–stand up practically unscathed.

He’s got broad shoulders and a strong jaw and eyes of the prettiest shade of blue Bucky’s ever seen, and even with his face covered in soot and grime and blood, Bucky’s heart skips a beat.

For a few seconds the man seems a bit disoriented, then he finally registers Bucky’s presence. “What are you doing here?? Get out of the streets!”

“I was–” Bucky starts, and is cut off by an explosion right above their heads and a bunch of debris raining down on them, and a hand shoving him aside.

When he comes to, which is a surprise in itself, the dust has started to clear, and the man who’s clearly saved his life is carrying him as if he weighed nothing, concern in those beautiful eyes and a big, warm hand pressed tenderly against Bucky’s neck, checking for a pulse.

He locks eyes with Bucky and sighs in relief, the hint of a smile on his plush lips, but the hand remains where it is. “Hi,” he says. “You all right?”

“Y-yeah… Thank you,” Bucky replies, but he doesn’t move to free himself of the man’s arms. His stomach is doing something weird, and the man surely has other people to rescue, but for a few seconds they both just stay there, shell-shocked and staring at each other like the world around them has stopped.

Then something blows up nearby, and the spell is broken.

Carefully, the man helps him to his feet, makes sure Bucky’s in one piece, and then says, “Find shelter, okay? Stay inside.”

Bucky’s not planning to, but he can’t find it in him to tell that to this incredible man, so he slowly licks his lips and nods. Before turning around to leave, the man offers him a small, shy smile.

- - - - -

During the next few weeks after the Chitauri attack on NYC, every single piece of footage of the Avengers fighting against the aliens and helping civilians goes viral. Phone videos, security cameras, blurry pics.

The most popular, by far, is a snapshot of Captain America carrying a guy, who can be seen fighting aliens and helping people in other videos, bridal style, thumb caressing his jaw, and both looking like lovestruck teenagers.

Bucky can’t go to the grocery store or even do his job without being stalked by the paparazzi or Cap’s groupies or just random people wanting to know what his Avenger name is, and for how long he’s been dating Captain America.

- - - - -

“You’ve ruined my life!!” Bucky tells him, because of course, of course Captain America would pick Bucky’s park for his morning run. Of course Bucky’d slip on wet leaves on the pavement precisely this morning, and of fucking course Captain America would just happen to be around to catch him at just the right time. Bucky’s seeing red.

“I’m sorry,” Captain America says, and it’s extremely unfair just how genuine and how much like a kicked puppy he looks.

Christ, Bucky wants to punch him.

- - - - -

Steve’s been living in PR hell.

He’s spent the past weeks “saving” girls and boys alike from getting hit by a bicycle, or fainting, or a fuckton of equally stupid shit.

The second anyone spots Captain America, there’ll suddenly be some kind of dangerous situation going down, and someone hoping Cap will carry them bridal style to safety and maybe fall head over heels in love with them in the process.

Steve is tired and done and ready to get back in the ice for another few decades, and shares Pepper’s worries that someone might actually put themself in real danger soon.

“We should handle this before it gets worse,” Nat says. And Steve agrees, of course, but he just doesn’t know how.

“Just marry the guy,” Clint suggests.

Steve almost chokes to death on his own spit.

“WHAT?”

Clint shrugs. “Why not? Half the world already thinks you’re dating…”

“Clint, he hates me…”

“Only cause people keep pestering him about this. If you two get married it’ll be a circus, but then it’ll blow over. He can’t even do his job right now, right? So you pay the guy for the trouble, yadda yadda, then when this is over you two get a quick divorce, and that’s it. Problem solved.”

For two minutes, no one else opens their mouth. Then:

“He’s got a point…”

“Tony, no,” Steve whines.

“You saw the footage, how he was helping those civilians… If you have to marry someone, he’s not a bad candidate,” Nat says, and then smirks. “Plus, he’s cute.”

Steve already knows he’s lost this battle, but that doesn’t help him feel any better about this. Yes, he’s cute. Yes, he’s a brave and kind and smart guy. Yes, Steve could very easily pretend to be married to him for a while and yes it’d help them both. None of that’s the problem.

The problem is that he kind of really likes the guy.

The problem is that the guy hates him.

This is a really, really bad idea.