what have we gained

okay let’s make this clear: elizabeth swann didn’t do shit for will in potc3. first, she was there to save jack and then she was there to avenge her father’s death. will wasn’t her motivation, she didn’t become pirate king to save him, she didn’t trade jack with will thinking of some past offence done to will. she was there to fight a war against the man WHO KILLED HER OWN FATHER. she was there to fight for freedom and for piracy. those are things that literally happened. saying that all elizabeth ever wanted was to be with will is just plain ridiculous seeing how they spent the entirety of potc3 with other priorities and hiding shit from each other. and that trend didn’t even start in awe, mind you.

hell if you want to bring dmc into this, let’s have it. the entirety of that movie is ABOUT their desires and being a good man vs a pirate. that movie represents a huge step for elizabeth in terms of character development and she spent the majority of the time away from will.

so what are we left with? cotbp? sure, elizabeth started it out looking for will, trying to save will, but as her character development progressed, she found out she was a pirate, then a pirate lord and finally a pirate king and all those titles happened FAR AWAY from will.

Forever at Odds: Part 2~Forever out of Place

So after some encouragement from @wherethereissmoak and @tdgal1 I’ve chosen to take the weekly Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon prompts and, use them to continue this fic. It should be fun challenge so thanks again to @thebookjumper for organizing this weekly event! 

So here’s my entry for this week’s prompt Out of place! 

Read it here or on AO3

Part 2~ Forever out of place

“I can’t believe you sold me like a common whore,” Felicity roared as the doors behind her slammed darkly.

Her mother’s ice cold eyes sneered at her daughter’s chosen defiance. She crossed the room and, reached for the only book Felicity had ever bothered to read more than once from cover to cover. The aged leather binding cracked beneath her mother’s skillful hands. “We have a job to do or have you forgotten the vow you took when you turned eighteen?” her mother warned almost somberly as she threw the book towards the center of the oval shaped room. The red and, black curtains whipped about the walls while the elder witch used the still air of the stale room to create a funnel at the base of the dome shaped ceiling. 

Felicity watched unimpressed while her mother swept her hands wildly until the funnel cloud began to take it’s cylindrical shape. The book remained frozen at the center of the cyclone hovering innocently while a foolish woman used her gifts to throw a tantrum.

“If you think I’m going to be scared into agreeing you’ve forgotten I’m next in line,” Felicity snarled as her own fingers flew towards the raging storm.

Her mother’s eyes darkened, “Yes next…” she growled before she forced the invented storm to rage outwards towards her daughter’s waiting form.

Felicity blocked the deadly lightning strike with a flick of her beautiful blue eyes. Donna’s lips fell in shock when Felicity then raised her outstretched palms and cried darkly towards the turbulence above their hands, “ENOUGH!” The roaring thunder and drizzling rain vanished. The dark hardwood boards of the ceiling returned to view as the elder blonde stood before her daughter flummoxed.

“How?” she mouthed a bit proudly.

Felicity tilted her head towards her outstretched hand, the hovering book flew towards her waiting fingers. Her satisfied smile grew when she innocently replied, “Some books I didn’t need to read more than once…”

Donna’s frozen eyes began beaming with un-caged pride. “You do understand what we have to gain don’t you? You’ll be apart of history if I succeed.”

Felicity shrugged while she calmly flipped through the aged pages of a book that had been around since the first union between a vampire and, a witch was ever used as a tactic to protect human life. “You and I are the last of the original bloodline mother. We’re the only ones who remember the original pact that the Queen’s made when they first ventured towards our sleepy little hamlet. I’m also the only one that knows you’ve secretly been killing off the other clans for hundreds of years.”

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Don’t RB: To My Followers, On An Anniversary

Today is the anniversary of the Pulse shooting, and I know a lot of you are going to spend the day scrolling through your dashes, reminded of it over and over, and some of you will get caught up in the idea that you will never be safe, that someone will always want you dead for who you are, and the oppressing weight of that will sit on you like a boulder.

Remembering the dead, and what they died for, is important and essential.

But as your Old Grumpy Lesbian, I am here to tell you some other things, that I want you to keep in mind, before you spend too much time dwelling in this fear. The world is a better place to be and of the acronym than it was ten years ago. Many of you are young enough you don’t really remember that. There’s no fault in that.

Ten years ago I was twenty years old, and I had no hope of ever being married. A state I never desired to live in might pass it, one day, but the country? Unthinkable. Impossible. The idea of walking down the aisle to be legally married in the place that I have always called my heart and my home was unthinkable.

Anyway, I’ve been legally married under the laws of the state of Montana for three years.

Ten years ago, gay characters were to the side, when they were allowed to exist at all, outside of subtext, intertwined fingers and declarations of enduring friendship, that left so many of us feeling ashamed. Why could we not just be friends with girls we loved? Why did it we have to make it that way? Ten years ago, the first positive depiction of lesbian couple on TV ended with a gunshot, and though the universe made copious and annoying use of resurrection, strangely it never came to Tara. One of three characters only.

Now there are lesbians on children’s TV, kissing softly under one another’s hair. 2 gay men are part of the main cast of a boring sitcom that appeals to mass America. An out lesbian is the face of the Game of the Year. The bar for representation is growing ever higher, and some of the discourse that crosses my dash makes me chuckle, for all the dreams we never even though to have, ten years ago.

Ten years ago, hate crimes weren’t even called that, half the time, they were mostly called ‘an incident’ and everyone swept them under the rug. Ten years ago, I could not have told you what my risk was, of being hurt. Who reported it? Who studied it? Who could ever know.

Now long studies are published on such matters, the reports calling things as they are, for once putting a name to what we always knew was true. Enough studies have been done that I can tell my DFAB followers the truth: Your risk of violence for your identity is nearly nil. I know the reporting is irresponsible, I know the New York Times puts things in your face like “LGBT people most likely group to endure hate crimes” without mentioning to you that hate crimes have fallen overall in the last ten years, even with more consistent reporting. I know if it bleeds, it leads, and there is no profit in telling you that there is ever more rapid acceptance of you, that you are unlikely to ever be hurt for what you are, that this last gasp of fear and hatred will not dominate anyone.

Ten years ago, Pride was a protest, and now it’s a party, and everyone wants to come.

There’s a tendency, I think, on here, to believe that if we are not suffering, we are not enough of our identity. If we cannot point to our own oppression, how can we truly have the experience? There’s no points in being happy, is there, Doc?

There are all the points in being happy. To be happy, to be content, and to be a member of the community—that’s fighting back against fear. I wake up every morning in my bed in my impossible marriage next to my impossible wife, and play my impossible video game with its impossible lead, and go to my impossible job where I outed myself at my interview, because I wanted to live honestly. All of these things are true. My miseries are human miseries, my babies, and I live a normal, happy, domestic life.

I will not tell you that everything will be easy, and looking ten years from now, I’m sure the world will be yet different. But I am here to tell you: Don’t be afraid. Fight. Laugh. Live your life. Remember what we have lost, but also remember what we have gained, and don’t let despair keep you from being the rainbow that we are all meant to be. We throw glitter on sorrow, and make it our own.

We have a thing we say, when someone dies, in Judaism: May their memory be a blessing, and I believe in that. 

Don’t let their memories trap you. Let them bless you. Let them free you.

I believe in you, and I believe in the world, and I believe in what you can do for it. 

Finn Balor - Prompt #2

Prompt: “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
Requested: by @ambrosegirlforever
Warnings: Body issue
Words: 1400+
y/d/n: your daughter’s name

“You nervous?” your husband Finn asked as you pulled up to the arena for Monday night Raw. You were returning to in-ring competition after nearly 3 years. You fell pregnant just before your wedding to Finn when you were at the height of your career. WWE kept you while you were pregnant getting you to be an ambassador and a commentator on NXT and 205. After you had y/d/n, you had 6 months off tv before you took over Talking Smack, Raw Talk and Pay-per-view kick off shows. 

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Gem Resources and a Brave New World

Warning: long theory post ahead

I have this theory that Homeworld isn’t actually lacking for resources, but they purposefully make lower quality gems as a way to keep their population docile and out of revolution. Gems are told they are not made to the standard of prerevolutionary gems, and that it’s the revolution’s fault. We know status is everything to Homeworld gems. So by depriving gems of their status and telling them it’s the revolution’s fault, the Diamonds can be sure the gems will hate and resent the very idea of revolting again the Diamonds.

Ok so how did I get here?

Peridot was told that dwindling resources are the reason she has no powers. Peridot is only her brain and her knowledge, nothing else. She is physically weak and has to rely on on Homeworld tech just to function. What other newly made gems have we met? The Rubies. We’ve gained the impression that rubies are not smart gems, they’re soldiers, and frankly, their lack of wit is used as comic relief. But when you look at our Ruby, and Eyeball, another pre-revolution Ruby, they aren’t dumb! They’re not smart like Peridot or Pearl, but they are way more conscious and self-actualized than the other Rubies. So for a Ruby, “dwindling resources” means no smarts. The band of new Rubies we met lack the critical thought to understand why they’re fighting, but they fight because that is their purpose. Because Rubies are foot soldiers, and don’t need to be anything else.

All this got me thinking about a Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. In this book, we are introduced to a perfect utopia – aka totally terrifying and creepy Dystopia. Like the gems, humans in the book are created, not born. Status is determined before humans are born, by manipulating them in utero. Alpha status humans are tall, beautiful and intelligent, and get to enjoy all the wonderful things in life. They spend their lives lounging around, going to parties and having orgies. Similar to how Bismuth described that the spires she built were for important philosophers to think in. It seems that high status gems don’t need to work, they have nobel jobs like philosopher, or Sapphire, the fortune telling princess. Betas, Gammas, Deltas, and Epsilons in the book, have less and less from the moment they’re born. With each class, humans are further disabled, and given jobs and lives that fit their abilities. An Epsilon has hardly any higher functioning, and operates an elevator for their entire life. They will be content there because they are mentally incapable of doing more or imagining more. This is how you keep people happy. Each person is a cog that fits perfectly in the machine and the whole world runs smoothly. Except of course, that isn’t the case. Like Homeworld, it is a perfectly oiled machine without any love or emotion. Without chaos, you lack passion. The world is sad and monochrome. Similarly, from what we’ve heard from Peridot, she only started living when she came to earth. Nobody lived on Homeworld. You had your place and that was your entire purpose. Gems are not made extraneously, they are made to serve. Anyways, It’s a really fucked up book, but also a very important one.

SO, how do you keep a gem out of revolution? You take away theyre ability to do so. Bismuth showed us that the foundation of Rose’s philosophy was that you can be what you want to be. Bismuth could make swords and Pearl could swordfight. Beautiful. The Diamond’s prevent the gems from coming up with these revolutionary ideas by disabling them. A Ruby will not be upset with being a foot soldier if she doesn’t have the cognition to form the thought. A Peridot will not be upset by only being a Kindergardener if she lacks the strength or powers to do anything else. And to top it all off, it isn’t the Diamonds fault that gems are one dimensional. By saying the revolution was the cause of no resources, every gem who wishes they were stronger or smarter or capable of more, has the revolution to blame. Not their evil overlords. It’s genius.

end rant.

“In life, one day is for you and the other is against you.” -Imam Ali (a)

If these days have been against you, find your heart. Find what state it is in. Find what saddens your heart and what brings it joy. Know the fuel of your happiness and sorrow. For if your happiness is reliant on something that is temporary, sadness will soon follow. But if it is reliant on something permanent, sorrow will be a gift and not a burden. I knew a woman, who placed her trust in God and never knew of anything else. She had patience through struggle, she had wealth in poverty, she had courage when others deemed to be afraid. This woman, who surrendered herself to her Lord in times of ease and hardship, witnessed the murder of her brothers, her family, and yet still uttered the words, “O’ Lord, take until you are satisfied.” And yes, let us be like her. For when sorrow does honor us with its presence, we too can tell Allah (swt), “take until you are satisfied.” Surely sorrow may ridicule our joy, but there are more lessons to be learned in times of loss than gain. Because what we have lost, was never ours to attain.

السلام عليك يا زينب الكبرى

Will You Listen To Me?

I don’t want you to think;
those neurons firing
nervous thoughts
looking for crevices to infiltrate.
Thinking, thinking, overthinking
what good has that done?
What have we gained? What
have we become?
Thinkers? Philosophers?
Have we solved any problems yet?
Have we saved the world?
Forget the world, have we saved ourselves?
Don’t interrupt me.
Don’t argue that thoughts feed
the mind as food feeds the body.
You’re not meditating,
there’s nothing purposeful
nor positive about those thoughts.
You do not seek to examine
the thoughts you have.
You’re simply multiplying them
like rapscallion rabbits
overrun a moor of mulling
stripping the green
and shitting it out.
You’re doing that thing again–
interrupting with nothing but arguments.
I just want you to stop
thinking those nervous thoughts:
What if? What if not?
What what what and how how how -
It doesn’t matter
until it does
sometime in the future
but we aren’t there yet.
We’re here, in the present,
wasting it for a tomorrow
we have no guarantee will come.
That’s like building a raft
in the desert
in preparation for a river
to flow past.
Don’t think; just feel.
Put your fingers
to your pulse and feel.
Just feel.

Sometimes it screams to me in the nighttime
When the dark cloudy sky
Seems to stretch out for days instead of hours
Those things that we’ve lost.
In childish days,
Before I knew that happiness cannot be sought
Only found
By those who for an instant allow themselves to be distracted by the joy of unexpected moments.
We once were innocent.
We have lost that now.
No longer inside my heart
Is the hope of a happy future
Because instead I hope for a future with happy moments imbedded in it
And that is freeing.
Happiness is essential
But it is not the same as oxygen
I do not need to hold my breath.
You used to remind me of those days
When I felt like I was gasping
You were my sovieneer friend
A bittersweet reminder of what I’d lost.
And I could hardly stand to look at you.
So for a while I’d lost you too.
But now your voice sounds like the here and the now
And our friendship has more recent happy memories too.
You are so much more than a relic
You are unconditional support
And a fair few quality memes
And patience for my turbulence.
And I am proud of you.
We have both grown
And become something more
And I am glad
Because what we’ve lost
Is nothing
Next to what we have gained.

إِنَّ الَّذِينَ يَتْلُونَ كِتَابَ اللَّهِ وَأَقَامُوا الصَّلَاةَ وَأَنفَقُوا مِمَّا رَزَقْنَاهُمْ سِرًّا وَعَلَانِيَةً يَرْجُونَ تِجَارَةً لَّن تَبُورَ

Surely they who recite the Book of Allah and keep up prayer and spend out of what We have given them secretly and openly, hope for a gain which will not perish.

-Quran [35:29]

bed-of-stone  asked:

I looked through the resources and faq and couldn't find anything, so: Do you have a good basic introduction article to butch/femme, historically and currently? I know just-butch-things had a few in their faq, but they don't seem to exist anymore.

It does seem like just-butch-things deleted. Does anyone know what happened?
Also, we dont have anything like that. As I gain more knowledge on the subject I’ll add those things.
I think mod p knows about this stuff though.
-Mod Q

They say we are no longer human.

That we are things meant to be feared.

We are outcasts, traitors and cretins.

Our humanity has long disappeared.

But what does it mean to be human?

To breathe air? To walk on the ground?

What of those who seek freedom.

From the bodies to which we’re all bound?

.An end to the suffering; and end to the pain.

How does these things all make us insane?

What if we just seek the truth?

What if we just seek power?

When we show the world what we have found.

You run to your corners and cower.

Perhaps we are not monsters.

Perhaps we are more than you thought.

Perhaps we have gained what all mortals.

Since the beginning of time, have sought.

We are not the corrupt.

Look closer, and you will see

That we are not monsters.

Rather, we are free.

I was feeling poetic, OK?))

It was White Diamond

Now I’m on tumblr mobile(no pictures) so please stick with me on this.

Thanks to the information given to us by our lovely new episode(s) we know that it must have been impossible for Rose to kill that diamond all by herself. She of course needed help from a larger power, one who ‘could keep things quiet’ so to speak. However, I do not think it was Yellow diamond.

It seemed too easy to end things at 'it’s Yellow diamonds fault’. What would have been there to gain? She had no motive. Could it have been to loose a sister? A leader? A friend? None are likely nor make any sense. Yet White diamond could have gained what we should suspect every diamond would want, more power.

Before I get into that I would like to give a brief summary of another theory I have on the diamond ranks. Pink diamond I can safely assume is the weakest, her gem is in her stomach, the lowest placement out of the other four. Yellow and Blue seem to have the same level of power judging by gem placement yet seeing how other gems talk about the two Yellow has far more power. Even Blue Agate spoke of how much stronger Yellow was during her little rant. White diamond is the only one we haven’t seen. Looking at past episodes there is a mural that shows her gem being on her head. She’s most likely the oldest Diamond and over all superior to the other diamonds.

Why does this matter? Power is important to Home world, power is important to White diamond. Pink was fighting against common gems for thousands of years, most likely ruining the diamonds up hold. A weak link had to be cut and White diamond cut it using Rose as a mere pawn to take the blame.

Rest in Peace Robin Williams (1951-2014)

Today we lost a great man.  He was a big part of my childhood, as I’m sure he was a part of yours as well.  He is and always will be a true icon. Although he is no longer alive, everything he has achieved still is.  We should remorse for what we have lost, but also feel joy for what we have gained.  He has made his mark on so many people and will be truly missed.

Robin Williams, you will never be forgotten xx

Yup, this is a marriage related post.

Are you one who seeks marriage? Finding it hard in the worldly part of it? You know the luxury, lavish and money stuff.

Read on if you please (and if you want something to use to convince your parents to go on the Islamic view of marriage)

Sharing this story because as much as I get marriage related questions on my inbox, I get it also in real life. May Allah make it easy for each and everyone of us. Amin

Since most of those are financial/money related queries, regarding the mahr or anything related to the expensive wedding stuff. Here’s a story that would make you realize how a believer should be in regards to money to his family.

Muslim Ibn Sabih Kufi says that he heard his father saying, “Mughira Ibn Sho’ba RA and an arab youth both sent proposal for marriage to a woman at the same time. That Arab youth was quite handsome and beautiful as compared to Mughira Ibn Sho’ba RA. The woman replied to the proposals to both of them saying, “You both have sought to marry me. I cannot give a final verdict to any of you till I meet and talk to you both. Therefore, if any of you wants to marry me, he must come to me at such and such time so that I can reach a conclusion and select my life partner.”

Upon receiving the message, both the men went to meet the woman. She made them sit at a place where she could not see them but hear both of them.

Mughira RA got impressed when he witnessed the Arab’s youngster’s beautiful body, excellent youthfulness, good shape and soft-speech, losing hope of any success in the presence of such a competitor. He told himself not to pin any hope as every woman wanted a handsome, beautiful and attractive husband, and his competitor possessed all such qualities which he did not. He thought to himself, “When the woman will see me, she will definitely select the Arab youth, and I will only face defeat.”

Mughira RA was thinking all this as he suddenly asked the Arab youngster, “Brother, you have been gifted with beauty and soft-speech. Do you have any other qualities?” The youngster boasted, “Why not, I have such and such qualities.” Thus he mentioned several qualities, counting them on his fingers. Then he fell silent.

Mughira RA asked, “Okay, tell me how do you conduct your financial dealings?” The youngster replied, “It is excellent, I do not miscalculate even a single penny as I minutely maitain my accounts in detail.”

Now, Mughira RA began to say about himself, “But I am different from you. I leave an unattended pouch containing thousands of dirhams in a corner of my house. My family members continue to spend as much as they require from this pouch and I do not know how much money has been spent and how much is left behind. I come to know of the exhaustion of the money only when they demand more from me.”

The woman was attentively listening to the conversation between the two candidates. When she listened to what Mughira RA was saying she said, “I swear by Allah! This man deserves the most to marry me, and is more acceptable to me as he will not torment me while getting confused with his finances, and I do not like this Arab youth who will hold me accountable for every penny.”

Afterwards, the woman married Mughira Ibn Sho’ba Radiyallahu Anhu.


Subhan’Allah, let this story reach families who are so keen on the financial stuff in marriages, sisters who are so keen on the physical attributes of their suitors and brothers who are so worried with their finances that they live as if they do not want to part from their worldly gains. 

Let us take a moment and understand that Mughira RA makes his family spend out for charity and spend what is just needed for them, as let us remember that his family are also practising Muslims who abide to the rules and regulations accordingly to Islam. 

Remember that the Prophet Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam said that “Without a doubt, when a Muslim spends money on his family while considering (the action as worship), it is an act of charity”. [Ahmad, Bukhari and Muslim]

There is a big difference to a person who is generous and are too keen on his finances, being too keen on your finances shows too much attachment to the worldly life. - and this is the point that the woman raised when she said that the arab youth would held her accountable for every penny.

Spending for the sake of Allah should be so sincere that the left hand doesnt know how much the right hand has given and vice versa, for all that they intend is to spend for the sake of Allah, and indeed Allah said in a Hadith Qudsi that Spend on charity, O son of Adam and I will spend on you.

But spending too much in weddings is wasting too much money, when such big amount of money can be given to charity, let us all think twice on how we should spend what we have earned or gained for such actions will be for sure asked by Allah on the Day Promised. 

My dear brothers and sisters, take a moment and reflect from this story. Ponder hard.

And we pray that Allah blesses us with such good understanding when it comes to worldly things and our acts of worship.




Story was taken from Kitab Al Azkiya: 38; Nisa’ Zakiyyat Jiddan: 63

Day 3: People and Races

“Dear EVA,

lately the sirens warned from attacks from the surface. Can you tell me more about the people living up there?” — a curious Biology student

Dear student,

We are happy to see young people take an interest in science and biology. We hope you will be helpful in creating better crops for our community in the future.

First of all, the beings on the surface are not people. They have not been fully sentient humans for the longest time. While we can´t say for certain how the surface evolved in the last 176 years, we can share, what we have surmised from samples and gained from scientific work.

When the Virus broke out, the affected lost their ability of empathy and emotions. They only knew hunger and rage and started attacking every unaffected person in sight. Some were seen trying to eat their spouses and children. Those who had been bitten but gotten away with their life soon changed into the same senseless rage-fueled state.

After a time even bigger animals started carrying the disease. While it did not break out in them, they could still infect us. Thus animals are strictly forbidden in our Vault. We have perfected to live a healthy vegan lifestyle.

The sirens warn us from animals trying to get into our air pipes or find another way into the vault. We can assure you, none ever actually entered inhabited spaces.

So far we still don´t know how or why the virus broke out, but the most likely theory is a biological weapon that had been released by either terrorists or accident and had unexpected consequences.

The disease could not be stopped, we never found a cure. Offspring of infected beings all carried the same virus in their blood. While they acted like actual persons in their youth, the Virus would invariably break out.

Rumors about EVA leaving unconfirmed toddlers for dead during the evacuation are not to be believed. We diligently tested every person before moving into the vault.

Thanks to our timely escape we made sure to save as many people as possible.

The Vault, built in 1913, had been updated to our modern standards of 1928. We led every unaffected person to their nearest vault.

Suddenly everyone was living in the same conditions. Many people had to overthink their prejudices, Humanity could not afford to snob other survivors based on their former social standing. We are all the same. We are all survivors. And we all carry the responsibility on our shoulders to work towards our continued survival.

Living closer or farther away from the turbine does not determine your social status. While people in the hot zones are doing hard physical labour, they are essential for our survival. The outer rings are cold and harsh, but without them, the walls would someday crumble upon us. Those people are just as essential, as the administration in the middle rings.

We are a community of equal survivors, waiting for a time when our children can return to their rightful places.


your Evaluation Virus Association.