who would ever be opposed to that

team australians who hate donald trump

Squad. Gang. Team. Got the shivers and the shudders and the shakes after the election of President Toupee? My Aussie mates, it’s time we channelled that fear and frustration into something at home.

Peter Dutton, Human Brussel Sprout and Minister for Immigration, floated a plan that would leave asylum seekers banned from ever entering Australia. Dutton’s idea is that this will be backdated to people who had tried entering from July 2013. This is a massive dickhead move, and despite Labor and the Greens voting against it, the bill has passed through the Lower House and into the Senate.

That is fucked. We’re going to email all the crossbench Senators who may oppose this bill, and so hold the balance of power, and let them know that this is not on. 

So what we’re going to do is email all these people a nice little note letting them know that this law is appalling and unaustralian. Only email the Senators for your state, because in theory you’ll be voting for them again in three or six years.

This bill cannot pass. It flouts international law and common decency. Let’s do this.

NEW SOUTH WALES

  • Senator David Leyonhjelm (Liberal Democrats) -senator.leyonhjelm@aph.gov.au + (02) 6277 3054

VICTORIA

  • Senator Derryn Hinch (Derryn Hinch’s Justice Party) -  senator.hinch@aph.gov.au + (03) 9820 2222

QUEENSLAND

  • You guys need to consider some minor parties. 

SOUTH AUSTRALIA

  • Senator Stirling Griff (Nick Xenophon Team) - 
    Senator.Griff@aph.gov.au + (08) 8212 1409
  • Senator Skye Kakoschke-Moore (Nick Xenophon Team) - 
    Senator.Kakoschke-Moore@aph.gov.au + (08) 8232 0220
  • Senator Nick Xenophon (Nick Xenophon Team) - 
    nickxenophon.com.au/senator.xenophon@aph.gov.au + (08) 8232 1144

TASMANIA

  • Senator Jacqui Lambie (Jacqui Lambie Network) - 
    senator.lambie@aph.gov.au + (03) 6431 2233

NORTHERN TERRITORY

  • Senator the Honourable Nigel Scullion (Country Liberal Party) - 
    senator.scullion@aph.gov.au + (08) 8948 3555

WESTERN AUSTRALIA

  • You guys really don’t like minor parties, do you. Hope you’re feeling better, Scotty Ludlam.

AUSTRALIAN CAPITAL TERRITORY

  • Oh yeah you only have two senators suck it.

A sample message you can send -

Dear [SENATOR’S NAME],

My name is [YOUR NAME] and I live in [YOUR TOWN] in [YOUR STATE]. Recently I heard that Peter Dutton’s proposal to ban asylum seekers from ever settling or visiting Australia passed the Lower House.

The contents of this bill appall me and many of my friends and family. I feel it is a horrifying, unaustralian idea. If you support this bill you can be sure you will never receive my support as a voter ever again.

Please do not vote in favour of permanently banning asylum seekers from ever settling in Australia.

Thank you,

[YOUR NAME].

Keep it short, sharp and simple. Write your own email if that’s easier for you - the more voices they hear, the better. Go on and do some good in the world. It takes five minutes to send an email - I sent one last week to the Labor MP Shane Neumann, the Shadow Minister for Immigration, who replied and confirmed that Labor would not be supporting the bill. Send an email now. Call them on Monday morning. 

It’s that easy.

docs.google.com
Indivisible: A Practical Guide For Resisting the Trump Agenda
Indivisible: A Practical Guide for Resisting the Trump Agenda Former congressional staffers reveal best practices for making Congress listen

“Donald Trump is the biggest popular vote loser in history to ever to call himself President-Elect. In spite of the fact that he has no mandate, he will attempt to use his congressional majority to reshape America in his own racist, authoritarian, and corrupt image. If progressives are going to stop this, we must stand indivisibly opposed to Trump and the members of Congress who would do his bidding. Together, we have the power to resist - and we have the power to win.

To this end, the following chapters offer a step-by-step guide for individuals, groups, and organizations looking to replicate the Tea Party’s success in getting Congress to listen to a small, vocal, dedicated group of constituents. The guide is intended to be equally useful for stiffening Democratic spines and weakening pro-Trump Republican resolve.

We know this because we’ve seen it before. The authors of this guide are former congressional staffers who witnessed the rise of the Tea Party. We saw these activists take on a popular president with a mandate for change and a supermajority in Congress. We saw them organize locally and convince their own members of Congress to reject President Obama’s agenda. Their ideas were wrong, cruel, and tinged with racism - and they won.

We believe that protecting our values and neighbors will require mounting a similar resistance to the Trump agenda – but a resistance built on the values of inclusion, tolerance, and fairness. Trump is not popular. He does not have a mandate. He does not have large congressional margins. If a small minority in the Tea Party can stop President Barack Obama, then we the majority can stop a petty tyrant named Trump.”

Check out the doc here <– CHECK IT OUT! IMPORTANT RESOURCE ALERT

Character Background Asks

Acolyte: If your character were a deity, what would they be patron of?

Charlatan: Who does your character wish to be, as opposed to who they are now?

Criminal: If your character were to be arrested, what would it be for?

Entertainer: Write a one paragraph drabble heralding your character or their deeds as though a bard had written it.

Folk Hero: What is the most heroic (or villainous) thing your character has ever been a part of?

Guild Artisan: If adventuring were no longer an option, what profession would your character take up? Why?

Hermit: If your character were left alone on a deserted island with all their abilities but no supplies besides the clothes on their back, what measures would they take to leave the island? Or would they leave at all?

Noble: Your character is invited to the equivalent of a red carpet event. What do they wear?

Outlander: What is your character’s dream vacation?

Sage: If your character were to become a teacher, what subject would they teach?

Sailor: Write a log book/journal entry from your character’s perspective.

Soldier: What is your character willing to fight for?

Urchin: Who had the most influence on your character during their childhood?

Penelope & Derek’s Matchmaking Service

Originally posted by theonewiththevows

Prompt: The reader and Reid both have a crush on the other person but are too scared of ruining their friendship to tell the other person. Penelope decided to give them a little push and drags Derek into her mischevious scheme.

A/N: This was an idea that popped into my head because I could definitely see Morgan and Garcia meddling in their coworkers love lives. I’m not opposed to making a part two of this, so let me know if that’s something that you would want. Also, anyone who can catch the subtle F.R.I.E.N.D.S. reference that is in here somewhere is my favorite person ever. Enjoy :)

Note: (Y/F/C) = your favorite candy

Warning: nothing

Word Count: 3k

Rating: PG


Penelope sighed in frustration as she watched you and Spencer alternate staring at each other. It was almost painful the way that neither of you actually caught the other doing so. It was like some form of fate caused you to look away a second before Spencer decided to look up. Derek noticed her standing in the doorway. “Hey Baby Girl,” he called and walked over to her. She muttered a “hello” before huffing and crossing her arms. “Whoa whoa whoa, what’s the matter gorgeous? Those processing systems in that big brain of yours hung up on something?”

“How does it not drive you crazy?” she mumbled and Morgan raised an eyebrow at her. 

“How does what not drive me crazy?”

“The two of them!” she whisper-shouted and spun around walking off toward her lair. Derek rolled his eyes, but obediently followed her down the hall. 

“Gonna need a little more information sweetness,” he told her, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Oh c’mon, do I need to spell it out for you? (Y/N) and Spencer. The way those two are pining after each other it’s both sickening and sweet at the same time. I’m not even a profiler and I can tell that they are head over heels. I mean I know (Y/N) is because she told me one night when I got her super drunk with the intent of forcing the information out of her, but that is beside the point,” Penelope explained as she pulled up the bullpen’s security video feed and maneuvered the cameras so they were facing you and Spencer’s desks. 

“What are you doing?”

“I’m people watching.”

“Do you do this all the time?” Morgan asked standing behind her chair.

“Only when we don’t have a case or anything else to do,” Penelope defended, “You would not believe how boring it gets in here and you people never come visit me!” 

“But why- you know what nevermind. Just please tell me that you don’t mess with the cameras in my office.”

“My vision, you are the object of my affection but for the most part my attentions have been focussed on my current OTP as you never do anything interesting in your office.”

“Forgive me for actually doing work instead of making googly eyes at my coworkers.”

“So you have noticed!”

“Of course I’ve noticed. The whole team has noticed. The only ones in the dark about it are the two of them,” Derek chuckled. Penelope smiled as she watched the two of you. You had gone over to ask Spencer something, but he had been so focused on his work you’d startled him and he’d almost spilled his coffee all over himself. 

“They are so cute,” she sighed, “Derek I want my OTP to be together!”

“Somehow I don’t think we get a vote or have the power to make that happen,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. Penelope suddenly perked up. 

“But what if we did?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked as she spun her chair around. 

“What if there was a way that we could force Reid’s hand and make him admit something or ask her out?”

“Baby Girl, Reid has specifically told me that he doesn’t want me messing with this. You think I haven’t tried to get him to make a move?”

“He told you that, but he never told me,” she chirped, turning back toward her computer and started typing away. She pulled up a website for custom floral arrangements and started clicking on various options. 

“What are you doing?”

“Creating something that all of you men hate. Competition,” she replied, patting the side of his face. A few more minutes of meddling the order had been placed, ready to be delivered tomorrow morning. 

“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be the one he blames for this?” Derek sighed shaking his head. 

“Ha, do not worry my vision. If all goes bad, we pretend like it never happened,” Penelope told him.


You walked into the bullpen the next morning smiling happily as you carried two cups of coffee. You glanced around looking for Spencer, before nonchalantly setting one of the cups down on his desk and arranged the mountain of sugar packets you’d also brought into an orderly pile. You quickly scurried back to your desk and sat down, trying to look casual as you waited for Spencer to arrive. “No coffee for the rest of us, I’m genuinely hurt,” Derek teased, as he sat down on your desk.

“Hey, the only order I remember is Spence’s because it’s the easiest thing ever: a large black coffee and then just bring the whole container of sugar to him,” you replied trying to casually look around him. 

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

“Good morning,” Reid said as he walked over to his desk past the two of you. 

“Hi, Spencer,” you chirped, “I stopped for coffee this morning and brought you some.”

“Thank you so much, you would not believe the morning I’ve had. How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“Well, thank you. Did you know that coffee was banned three times in three different cultures: once in Mecca in the 16th century, once when Charles II in Europe banned the drink in an attempt to quiet an ongoing revolution, and once when Frederick the Great banned coffee in Germany in 1677 because he was concerned people were spending too much money on the drink,” he rambled. You smiled and shoved Morgan off of your desk, so you could actually see Spencer. 

“Well, I didn’t know that, but I do know that banning coffee should be a crime,” you giggled. Reid smiled back at you and opened his mouth to say something but suddenly went pale. “What’s-”

“I have a delivery for a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” a man said cutting you off. 

“That would be me,” you replied, turning around. “What can..I..do..” you stuttered as you came face to face with a huge vase of lilies and red roses. 

“Sign here please,” the delivery man said, handing you a clipboard and setting the vase down on your desk. You scribbled your signature down on the form and handed it back to the man. “Have a nice day,” he said walking away. 

“Yeah, you too,” you muttered still too focussed on your flowers. 

“Oh my god, those are gorgeous,” JJ mentioned as she walked over to your desk. 

“Who are they from?” Emily asked, joining the two of you.

“I have no idea,” you replied, pulling the card off the side of the vase. 

“Read it,” JJ urged leaning in closer. None of you noticed that Spencer had unconsciously leaned closer to the group as well trying to listen. 

“Nothing can ever compare to your beauty, but these flowers are certainly a nice way to compliment it. I hope these make that lovely smile of yours appear on your face, signed your secret admirer,” you read out loud and closed the card. 

“Oooh, this is interesting,” Emily said nudging your shoulder. 

“Any idea who it could be?” JJ asked. 

“Not a clue,” you replied, sitting back down in your chair, “I’m not seeing anyone and no one has asked me out recently.”

“Anyone who you hope it is?” 

“Yeah, but considering he hasn’t shown the slightest sign of interest I’m pretty sure it isn’t him,” you mumbled. Unbeknownst to you, Spencer had wandered away into the break room fuming. This happened every time he’d finally work up the courage to ask you out on a date or flirt with you at all something would happen. Morgan would come interrupt,  Hotch would suddenly announce that you had a case, or in this case, some jerk would write you poetry and send you flowers. He downed the rest of the coffee that you had bought him and started making another cup. 

“You ok, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked watching Spencer stir the coffee quite angrily. 

“Just peachy,” Spencer growled. 

“Ya know, you could just ask her out. (Y/N) has no idea who sent her those flowers,” Derek casually mentioned. 

“Ha yeah right, I’m reasonably certain she’d rather have fancy flower man whoever he is,” he grumbled. 

“Fancy flower man? Really Reid, that’s the best you can come up with?” Derek asked trying not to laugh. 

“I have plenty of other vulgar things I could call him so don’t push it.”

“Hey, I’m not the one encroaching on your girl, but I would recommend you do something about it before you loose her to fancy flower man.”

“You think I should what?”

“Well, you’re her friend. I’m pretty sure you can find a way to top the giant array of flowers that he sent her.”

“I definitely could,” Spencer muttered, deep in thought, “I need to get to work but first I’m going to get Garcia to figure out who sent those to her.”

“Uh,” Derek stuttered, trying to come up with a way to divert him, “Why does it matter who it is? You should be more concerned with your plan to woo her, you can worry about who it was later.”

“You’re right. I’m going to take my lunch early. I need to go get a few things,” Spencer said and quickly rushed back to his desk to grab his wallet. Derek sighed in relief, happy that he’d managed to redirect Reid’s thought process, and made himself a cup of coffee. Your sudden presence in the break room caught his attention. “And where are you going lady of the hour?” he asked sipping his coffee.

“I’m grabbing another sugar for my coffee and then I’m going to get Garcia to find out who this admirer person is.” Derek did a spit take and started coughing. “Whoa, you ok?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. But maybe you should just let this play out? See if he reveals himself to you?”

“Derek, I just want to know who it is so I can tell him I’m not interested. There’s only one guy who’s attention I want and he seems to not really care.”

“Sweetness, Reid is a great guy just a little awkward and shy when it comes to ladies, you might try being a bit more obvious about it,” he teased. You furrowed your brow and slowly turned your head toward him. 

“How did you know I have a crush on Spencer?”

“I’m a profiler and I’m really good at my job.” Derek replied.

“Yeah sometimes I forget what we do for a living.”

“And the fact that Penelope can’t keep her mouth shut,” he muttered quietly to himself. Just not quiet enough.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing!”

“I’m going to kill her!” you growled and stormed off toward Penelope’s office. 

“No no no, wait!” Derek shouted as he chased after you. You tore the door open and walked in. 

“Hello my lovely, what can I do for you today?” Penelope chirped. You narrowed your eyes at her before flicking her on the side of the head. 

“OW!” she shrieked. “What was that for?” 

“I cannot believe you told Derek that I like Spencer. I told you that in confidence and you swore you wouldn’t tell another soul,” you fumed.

“Technically you told me that while you were drunk.”

“Same thing!”

“But you know I tell my chocolate thunder everything, so you should’ve expected this.”

“Ugh, my life is over,” you whined. “Spencer is still acting weird and now some stranger has sent me flowers. Can you make yourself useful and tell me who sent those at least?”

“I take offense to that comment!”

“Who told shared a secret that she swore she would take to the grave?”

“Fine,” she muttered, “but I already know who sent them. I looked it up earlier.”

“Then who is it?”

“It’s uh, Brian in payroll,” 

“Brian in payroll?”

“Mhm,” she mumbled, twisting a piece of hair around her finger.

“Uh huh, does Brian in payroll have a last name?” you asked crossing your arms.

“Yes, yes he definitely does.”

“Yeah? What it is then?”

“Well, I can tell you that it is most certainly not Morgan or Garcia.”

“Penelope,” you groaned. “Why would you do that?”

“I’m just trying to spice it up, you know force our dearest doctor’s hand.”

“Yes and in doing that you’ve managed to scare him. He took off fifteen minutes ago,” you grumbled flopping down in the chair beside her. 

“Aw, sweets it’s gonna be ok.”

“My life is over.”

“Hey look on the bright side, at least you got some bitchin flowers,” she said trying to lighten the mood. You lifted your head and glared at her.

“Not funny.” 

“(Y/N), you need to get back to your desk and take a look at this,” Derek said as he walked into Penelope’s office.

“And you! You knew she was going to do this and you didn’t stop her,” you growled and stalked over to him, poking his chest. 

“As upset as you are right now, I really think you should just go back to your desk. You might like what you find,” Derek replied pushing your hand away. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“If this is another part of this BS plan you two have going on, I’m going to kill you both,” you grumbled, stalking down the hallway. 

“What are you doing?” Penelope whispered at Derek, as they followed you. 

“Just watch,” he replied with a smug look on his face. You were expecting to see yet another bouquet of flowers that the two of them had sent to you, but you certainly weren’t expecting this. Your desk was scattered with various pieces of paper and rose petals. A large white teddy bear was sitting in your chair with a bouquet of gardenias nestled in its arms and a bag of (Y/F/C) tucked in beside it. You stood rooted in place out of surprise until Derek gave you a slight nudge. You walked forward and picked up one of the pieces of paper. You smiled as you recognized Spencer’s handwriting and started reading. It was a poem by Christina Rossetti, one of your favorites actually “I loved you first”. You had talked about this with Spencer months ago, when you both discovered your shared love of poetry. From the looks of it, he had managed to write down all of your favorite poems on these little notes (probably including a few of his own favorites) and put them all over your desk. You plucked the bouquet of gardenias out of the bear’s arms and smelled them. 

“Red roses traditionally symbolize love and passion while gardenias’ symbolize pure, secret love which more accurately displays how I feel about you,” Spencer mumbled from behind you. You immediately spun around and dropped the bouquet back in your chair, before throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips into his. He seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, before kissing you back and wrapping his arms around your waist. Hoots and hollers came from all around the office, mainly from Penelope and Emily. You separated a little breathlessly and rested your forehead against his. The pair of you were smiling from ear to ear. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” he muttered closing his eyes. 

“Nope,” you replied popping the “p”, “I’m real,”

“So I take it you like me too or else I think you’ve been sending some very mixed signals.” You chuckled and kissed him again. 

“Does that answer your question?” you asked, after you’d pulled back. 

“I think it does, and to think I had a whole speech planned out to make you at least go on one date with me,” he replied scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. You just shook your head and smiled at him.

“That’s so sweet, but how on earth did you have time to set this up? I couldn’t have been gone more than fifteen minutes,” you said, turning slightly to look at your desk,

“14 minutes and 23 seconds actually, but I’ve had the notes sitting in my bag for about a week now,” he told you. 

“Ok, that’s enough, back to work all of you,” Hotch said, commotion having finally drawn him out of his office. There was a collective “sorry” muttered from around the office, before Hotch turned his attention to the two of you. “Do we need to have a conversation or can I trust that this isn’t going to affect work?”

“I think we’re good,” you answered. 

“Good, now I need to call Dave and inform him that he owes me twenty bucks as do the two of you,” Hotch chuckled motioning JJ and Emily. The two women groaned slightly before reaching for their purses. 

“Wait, what?” Spencer asked raising an eyebrow, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“To make a long story short, we started a pool going for how long it would take the two of you to get together after three months of watching the two of you flirt. I had yesterday, Hotch had today, Rossi had tomorrow, and JJ had next Monday,” Emily explained as she walked up the stairs and handed the money to Hotch, who gladly pocketed it and went back in his office to presumably call Rossi who was off on vacation time. 

“I cannot believe this! How many people in this office are invloved in our love lives?” you cried in frustration, even though you were smiling. 

“Wait, who else is involved in our love life?” Spencer asked, looking down at you confused. 

“And that’s our cue to run chocolate thunder,” Penelope muttered, as she took off running dragging Derek along behind her. You shook your head and laughed, all irritation suddenly vanishing. 

“Wonder what that was about,” Reid thought out loud, as you unwound from his arms and moved all his gifts out of your chair. 

“Don’t worry about it, just remind me to tell Brian from payroll to send her some flowers,” you told him. He looked very confused but just shrugged and kissed your forehead. You grinned up at him, knowing that this was the start of one of the best times in your life. 

I used to be a feminist

It was awful and I am so ashamed of that time.

I was miserable.

I was isolating my family and friends because I wouldn’t listen to their arguments, instead shutting them down because they were being “sexist.”

I saw everything as a sexist slight against women, and began to hate men as a result.

However, slowly, I started to open myself up to arguments from those who opposed me. And I saw that they made more sense than the emotional arguments that I would make. 

The more I was exposed to these arguments, the more disgusted I became with myself for ever believing the crap that feminism forced down my throat. 

Now? 

I’m a lot happier. 

I treat men as individuals again rather than as a collective. 

I also treat women as individuals rather than as a collective.

My friends and family are willing to engage in discussions with me again. 

So I hope that those feminists who are like I used to be can eventually free themselves from the web of lies that is modern day feminism. Once you stop seeing the world as an enormous danger field that’s out to hurt women, you start enjoying life again.

At least, that’s the truth for me.

huffingtonpost.com
Donald Trump: Women Will 'Have To Go To Another State' For Abortions If Roe V. Wade Is Repealed
Trump pledged to appoint Supreme Court justices who oppose the law that guarantees women the right to have an abortion.

Affirming his campaign pledge to appoint Supreme Court justices who oppose abortion, President-elect Donald Trump on Sunday said that women would “have to go to another state” to get an abortion if the court were to overturn Roe v. Wade.

“Having to do with abortion, if it ever were overturned, it would go back to the states,” he said in his first post-election interview, on CBS’ “60 Minutes.”

“Yeah, but then some women won’t be able to get an abortion?” Lesley Stahl asked.

Trump responded: “Yeah, well, they’ll perhaps have to go, they’ll have to go to another state.”

When Stahl asked if he thought that was acceptable, Trump said to wait and see.

“Well, we’ll see what happens,” he said. “It’s got a long way to go, just so you understand. That has a long, long way to go.”

It is unclear exactly what Trump would do for reproductive rights as president, given that he has held a variety of positions on abortion, but the picture does not look bright.

Completely repealing Roe v. Wade, the landmark 1973 decision that affirmed a woman’s right to an abortion, would take some time because it would likely require several more Supreme Court vacancies to shift the balance of the court.

But as president, Trump could chip away at abortion access. He ran his campaign pledging to appoint “pro-life judges” to the Supreme Court and to allow states to outlaw abortion, frequently saying that the issue “should go back to the states.” In addition, his running mate, Indiana Gov. Mike Pence ®, has a history of opposing abortion and restricting reproductive rights in his state.

In March, Trump suggested that women who seek abortions should punished, though he later walked back his comments.

Interestingly, unlike with abortion, Trump on Sunday said that he would preserve last year’s Supreme Court ruling that legalized marriage equality nationwide, saying that “it’s done” and “settled.”

“It was already settled. It’s law. It was settled in the Supreme Court. I mean, it’s done,” Trump said. “I’m fine with that.”

Trump would not say if he supports marriage equality, but Pence has said that it would lead to “societal collapse,” as well as that he believes being gay is a choice and supports the harmful practice of conversion therapy for LGBT individuals.

Ugh. Looks like Roe v. Wade and abortion access is grave danger.

h/t: Marina Fang at Huffington Post

6(+) Points for the left post election (Feel free to add)

1) Point number one absolutely must be that we must defend ourselves with force if necessary. Without the ability to physically defend with force there is absolutely no point.

2) Oppression of any kind whether based on Race, Gender, or Creed must be opposed by force if necessary.

3) The means of production are owned in common to those that work them. For without those who work them, nothing would be produced.

4)To each should work according to their ability, to each should receive according to their need.

5) The Democratic Party is the graveyard of progress. Without radically changing to the point of being unrecognizable, the Democratic Party must be opposed by force if necessary as it is a bastion of Reaction.

6) Now is absolutely the time to agitate, educate, and organize more than ever.
This means to initiate liberals into leftism, teach said liberals about the key points of leftism, and organize ourselves into systems of self governance

someone, who requested to not be named, asked me to try to convince them in a post as to why Jinbei should join the Straw Hat crew. first, i’d like to start off by saying that i, personally, have been rooting for Jinbei to join the Straw Hats ever since Luffy popped the question back on Fishman Island. and there was no doubt in my mind that Jinbei would eventually be a part of the Straw Hat crew, and it really only became a matter of when will he join since then. 

so… to those who oppose to or express their dislike of Jinbei as the next Straw Hat member for reasons such as, “he’s not ‘straw hat material’!!” or “he’s too serious to be a Straw Hat…” or “Character A, B, or C should join the Straw Hats instead of Jinbei!!” blah blah blah… and to that, my initial reaction is:

but on a more serious note, when some of you say Jinbei’s not ‘straw hat material’, what exactly do you mean by ‘straw hat material’?? last i checked, there was never a specific set of qualities a character had to have in order for them to become a Straw Hat member. literally, and i mean LITERALLY, the only thing that made one a Straw Hat is based on whether Luffy had invited you to join his crew or not (with Robin being a special case, but that’s not the point here). everyone in the crew has very distinct personalities, so i don’t get this whole ‘straw hat material’ reasoning. 

and let me just break this down for those who come up with the reason of not wanting Jinbei to join because he’s “too serious” to be a member of the Straw Hats. so, we were first officially introduced to Jinbei’s character back in Impel Down, and learned that he was imprisoned because he was opposed to the impending war between the Marines and the Whitebeard Pirates. being surrounded in such a grim situation, where you’re trying to prevent a whole damn war from happening, there was no time for Jinbei to even be fooling around. then next, the story delved more deeply into his character during the Fishman Island arc. however, this time he’s found in a sort of similar situation where he’s trying to prevent history from repeating itself. so yes, to some, he may have come across as being a rather serious character up to this point. but if you think about it, there haven’t really been many instances where Jinbei could let loose and show other less serious sides of himself, but that doesn’t mean that his seriousness is all there is to him. in fact, Jinbei has shown that he can be kind of a dork at times too, and his devil-may-care attitude. (***SPOILER ALERT!!!*** for those who haven’t read the manga) we hear from Aladdin that Jinbei has been talking incessantly about Luffy for over the past 2 years since the timeskip, to which Jinbei actually BLUSHED when he realizes he’s been talking about Luffy that often (reminds me of two certain older brothers of Luffy who can’t stop talking about their lil bro either…). and Jinbei also literally laughed in the face of danger while blatantly telling Nami that he’s rebelling against Big Mom. it’s been mentioned time and time again throughout the current arc that no one who ever walked away from Big Mom’s crew has ever lived to tell the tale, and yet here Jinbei is, LAUGHING as he outright declares he’s rebelling against Big Mom. (***END SPOILERS***) so yeah, Jinbei has often showed his serious side when it’s time to be serious, but that’s definitely not all there is to him. and frankly speaking, i think when it comes down to it, if there has to be one absolute requirement to become a Straw Hat, it should be based on whether one is an inherently good person or not; it should go without saying that Jinbei is probably one of the most selfless characters in One Piece.

oh, and let’s not forget how many times Jinbei has saved Luffy’s life too. not once, when he tried to protect an already unconscious Luffy, who just lost Ace, from a direct attack by Akainu… not twice, when he stayed by Luffy’s side during his lowest point and reminded Luffy that he still had reason to live despite just losing Ace in the war… not thrice, when he donated his blood to Luffy, who at the time desperately needed a blood transfusion after losing a large amount of blood back on Fishman Island… and (*SPOILER ALERT*) last but not least, when he saved Luffy from ripping his arms off in a desperate attempt to get out of Mont D’or’s book… (*END SPOILERS*) all in all, Jinbei has saved Luffy 4 times in total… has anyone else saved Luffy from the brink of death more than 4 times, HMMM??? yeah, i didn’t think so.

if you ask me, i honestly think Jinbei is MORE than qualified to be a Straw Hat… like can you just imagine, despite being such a small crew, how much their strength as a whole would multiply with an ex-shichibukai joining them??? what’s more, he can call upon whale sharks too. that’ll surely come in handy with 4 DF users on board, though i’m sure Jinbei is more than capable of easily saving all of them if they were to ever be thrown overboard. and with Jinbei joining, he’ll take over Brook and become the tallest among the crew! Brook will finally have someone to literally look up to. it’ll also be very interesting to see someone like Jinbei being part of the Straw Hat shenanigans!! but most importantly… LARGE FISH UNCLE GIVING HIS TINY (by comparison) CREW MEMBERS A RIDE ON HIS BACK/SHOULDERS!!! 

#JINBEI FOR NAKAMA 2K17!!!!!

And that was how a great scandal threatened to affect the Kingdom of Bohemia, and how the best plans of Mr. Sherlock Holmes were beaten by a woman’s wit. He used to make merry over the cleverness of a woman, but I have not heard him do it of late. And when he speaks of Irene Adler, or when he refers to her photograph, it is always under the honourable title of ‘the’ woman.
— 

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, A Scandal in Bohemia

It is always curious to me that for every adaptation of Sherlock Holmes, not once would they ever fail to mention the existence of Irene Adler. As I am the sort who likes to debunk theories that oppose its’ author’s intentions such as pointing out in the novel that Irene Adler is not Sherlock’s main love interest. I can’t help but understand the sentiment that many Adlockers have towards the chemistry between Sherlock and Adler. And it is a very understandable thing to think of it as such.

In the novels, after the short story of Scandal of Bohemia, his attitude of women changed as persons whom he should not make light of. Even in his pretense of his engagement to Janine (and in the novel, a maid) to get information, he still held a some bearings of respect of a woman’s wit, as they call it. The importance of Irene Alder’s character may not have contributed to the story after SIB, but she bore a great significance to Sherlock as a character because she became the example of what a woman’s wit is capable of. I was by far intrigued by the end of Scandal of Bohemia, of Irene’s character as well as how Holmes reacted when he found out that she had the upper hand in the battle of wits.

It is a pity however, because even in the beginning of the novel, Watson made it clear that by the time Watson wrote of their encounter, she had already passed away.

Correction: Thank you  @ sea-and-thestars and @dinnerxx for letting me know on my mistake. “The late Irene Adler” does not entirely mean that she is by no means deceased, as she is no longer referred to as Irene Adler, but Irene ‘Norton’ nee Adler. 

trans-ahsoka  asked:

Idk if u know the answer to this but uh. Like? Is..Taagnus considered Bad or something? And if so, why???? I get that it's a rarepair,, but I literally don't understand why it would b considered problematique™ Everyone who ships it kinda seems to do so very quietly and like. Some ppl even seem concerned they'd get shit for it so? What's the deal?

theres like…a somewhat vocal number of people who think its Bad to ship 2 of taz’s player characters with each other because theyre played by irl brothers. but its like. thats really the only thing i ever see people say about Why Taagnus Is Bad, and that argument is flimsy at best, considering griffin plays all the npcs and very very very few people are opposed to ALL taz ships

like its whatever i can respect it if people are too yucked out by that to be able to get into taagnus–probably a lot of people just see PCs and NPCs as different things, but i SUPER dont for a lot of reasons–but i just think that the only argument i ever see being posed as to why its Bad And Problematique is a shitty one that holds little to no weight when u think about it for more than 0 seconds. like just say ur not into it and go on w your day

as for why were kind of quiet about it, i think there are a lot of reasons?? like for one thing there ARE people who like to give taagnus shippers crap over it, and it can be anything from the obvious (sending rude and/or confrontational asks) to the innocuous (reblogging taagnus art and tagging it “i dont ship this tho ew” which happens FREQUENTLY AS HELL and gets Very grating Very quickly). plus were in the minority, like, theres a canon taako ship that people love and theres no way we can compare w that, esp when there are people who want to label taagnus discourseworthy or w/e.

nobody wants a fight??? and i wouldnt be surprised if most of us are just trying to avoid fights.

but like…….if u look at the characters themselves–wholly separate from their creators/players–i have a very hard time finding anything legitimately problematic about a relationship between them? i could make a big ol list of all the Good Healthy Things i see in this ship and anything even remotely iffy i think is either sth that just needs to be dealt with in canon (ie their respective traumas–which on another note i think could be dealt with by exploring their relationship w each other!! even nonromantically!!), or is a fuckin big ol example of Reachie Reach & Hellsite comin to say hello

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You had been reading this book all week, ever since Isabelle had recommended it to you. It proposed all kinds of fun and exciting things to do in the bedroom with your partner, and while you blushed your way through a few sections and outright skipped other sections, you weren’t completely opposed to trying out a few things with (or on) Simon. 

“How would you feel about tying me up in bed sometime?” You said one night as you were cleaning up your dinner dishes. 

Simon, who had been casually washing a cup before your sudden admission, dropped the glass and spun around to face you. 

“I wh-what?!” he stuttered.

“Or I could tie you up,” you said casually, “I’m not opposed to either honestly.” 

He stuttered and choked for a few seconds before he settled on a furious blush and wide eyes. 

“Is that something you want?” He said calmly, despite his heated cheeks.

You smiled cheekily, “Yeah.” 

“Alright then.” he said, and began stripping in the middle of the kitchen, “First time for everything, huh?”

“Woah woah put your clothes back on!” you said, “I didn’t mean right now!”

He ignored you and took off shirt and moved toward you, picking you up bridal style and carrying you towards your shared bedroom. Curse his vampire strength.

“Simon!” you yelled, but you were laughing. 

He gave you a shit eating grin, “Are you saying you don’t want to have sex right now?”

“Well I certainly didn’t say that.” 

“Thought so.” he said and proceeded to drop you on the bed. He pushed you onto your back and moved to hover over you, dropping kisses on your neck and shoulder.

“I’ve seen that book you’ve been reading, “he said huskily, “And if I’m gonna let you tie me up, I wanna try a few things out myself.” 

You gasped lightly and he captured your lips in a heated kiss. 


The following week you couldn’t thank Isabelle enough for the recommendation and asked where you could find some comfortable hand cuffs. 

The Shared Song

MASTERLIST

Soulmates share a song that supposedly brings them together, but when the song is so commonly known it can be difficult for y/n to find her match. 

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Ever since I was a kid there would be this song, this one song that was always on my mind. I don’t know when it started, all I know is that it’s always been around. At first I was freaked out, not knowing where I had heard the song and kept mumbling the words or humming the tune. Eventually I told my parents who seemed delighted by the fact, as opposed to freaking out which I assumed they would, being told their daughter was hearing voices and music all day long.

The song in question is called ‘Come on Eileen’ by Dexys Midnight Runners. It’s not a bad song to get stuck with but everyone has their limits to how often they can listen to the same song.

My parents explained to me how the song you have in your head is the song that you will hear when you meet your soulmate, that they too have the same song on repeat and it is only you two who share that song. Everyone has a different song, not everyone talks about the song in fear of judgement, how someone could end up with Barbie girl and someone else could end up with Adele. Luck has nothing to do with this soulmate business, it was just a matter of time and place where you meet them.

Unfortunately for me in 2012 the popular novel, Perks Of Being A Wallflower was produced into a film, where my song was featured and instantly everyone knew it and everyone played it. For over a year I heard that song aloud everywhere I went, initially I had hoped it would be a sign that my soulmate was close, that he was in sight. But eventually I gave up on that idea, that the song was simply popular and he couldn’t have been in every place I was and my hope of finding him diminished.

Four years later and there is no sign of him, part of me wishes I had more perseverance to locate him through this song, but no instead I am just living my life, alone. When ever I go to sleep now I hear him, I get to hear a single thought before I drift out of consciousness. Apparently it is to encourage those unfortunate souls who have yet to meet their soul mate a better idea of what they sound like, or an to tell them where to meet them and when. The entire concept is stupid, considering my last thoughts are usually stressful or of food, I doubt that that’ll give my soulmate a clear understanding of who I am.

Usually his last thoughts are about music, about his own music or some lyrics he comes up with. Sometimes he thinks about me, about who I am, what I might look like and when we will meet.

His accent differs to my own which makes me wonder if we’ll ever meet some time soon. Of late whilst I try to sleep I try to make my thoughts relevant to him, try and send some form of a message to him about the fact that I exist, I am real and where I am. Yet that’s all I’ve been doing for a month now and I haven’t had any luck so far.

As I wake up I desperately try to remember whatever he said last, I try to write it down but it usually slips my mind, the things I do remember tend to be pointless unfortunately. Tonight I have to get the train to visit my family for my aunts birthday, the rest of my family left a few days ago but I had to finish some work off which postponed my travel, meaning I had to get the train alone. I had already packed and went down to get breakfast, humming the all too familiar tune to myself. The day went by fairly quickly as I double checked everything over and sang to myself, the song not wanting to disconnect for more than five minutes before playing once again. Before I knew it I was out of the door and got the bus to the station, once I arrived at the station I saw how busy it was. I looked down to my tickets and information to the platform I was supposed to be at and ran in that direction. As I arrived I immediately felt under pressure seeing the compressed bodies that were there as the train approached. Couples and parents with children held onto them, others began to push forwards and I took one last look to my ticket, seeing I was assigned a seat that I booked in the last cabin. Moving fairly quickly towards the end of the train I saw how spacious it seemed, everyone was cramming into the first few cabins and down the end they were close to empty. As I boarded I looked around, seeing there was only one other person in this cabin besides me. Taking another glance around I looked for any signs to say this was a quiet cabin so fewer people wanted a space here but there was nothing.

“Phew, I’m not the only one then.” I put my bag on a chair next to me and turned to see someone addressing me from behind a book.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I nervously joked, hating to make small talk or any form of conversation with someone I didn’t know very well, strangers being my biggest issue.

“Thought I would be in complete silence for the next four hours, do you think anyone else will board?” I shifted in my seat starting to feel uncomfortable about this guy and his almost familiar voice.

I turned my head around to see he was still hiding in a book, “Do I know you? Or your voice?” I asked and he slowly lowered the book, as he did so I wanted to quickly wind my neck in to take a breath.

His hazel eyes stared at me, examining my face as I picked out his features, he had circular glasses covering his eyes and a small smile emerging on his face, causing dimples to appear either side. He swept his golden curls back and placed his book down, allowing all of his attention to be on me.

“I feel like I should know you. I know how weird that sounds, it’s odd.” He spoke up and I nodded, not taking my eyes off of him.

Eventually I broke eye contact, turning away and opening my bag pulling out my book and earphones. Before I had the opportunity to put my music on the train started to play something quietly, at first I was convinced I had been imagining it that it was in my head as per usual. That was when it had become louder, the upbeat intro, the singers starting to announce. I groaned and slammed my head into my arms that folded across the table in front of me.

“You alright.” I heard him ask, lifting my head up I saw he was gone from his seat, now sat opposite me.

“This song.” I said motioning to it, “Will be the death of me.” I groaned, “Stupid soulmate.” I muttered under my breath.

“Wait, did you say soul mate?” He asked and I looked at him and saw a fascinated look written across his face. I slowly nodded and he shuffled with excitement, or it could be constipation. “So, this song is your soul mates?” He asked and I nodded, feeling like an idiot.

He let out a dry laugh and now I shifted in my seat, feeling uncomfortable. I glanced around as the song continued to play, coming to the chorus. “What’s wrong with that? I still have to meet them first.” I explained and he rubbed his hands together a smile forming on his face as he did so.

“Last night, before you fell asleep did you think of flying pizza and the little mermaid?” He asked, his expression now changing to a look of seriousness, he wasn’t joking around despite his ridiculous question.

I thought for a moment but slowly nodded, feeling rather confused. “Oh god.” He mumbled holding his head in his hands.

“Oh god, what?” I asked, feeling nervous to be within this close of a proximity of this guy who seems to be on the verge of breaking down.

“It’s you.” He said, releasing his head from his hands. “I found you.” He said with a bright smile.

“You’re, you’re my soul mate?!” I ask completely shocked and my mouth goes wide, not believing this is true and that the man of my dreams literally looks like someone who exists in a dream.

Pinching myself hard to see if this was a reality I squirm, confirming it was true. “You’re real.”

anonymous asked:

What about Zarkon/Alfor though? Cause I was watching season 2 with a friend of mine and we started theorizing about relationships between the Galra and the Alteans pre-war and we somehow ended up that Zarkon/Alfor would be a good ship for angst, drama etc. Lots of Theramenes/Critias dynamics (Ancient Greek political figures who used to be close friends but one turned to a tyrant and when the other opposed him, he condemned him to the death penalty and he died saying the saltiest last words ever)

Yes!! Yesyesyesss

Especially after season 2 with all those flashbacks we get from Black that show clearly that Alfor and Zarkon used to be very close. Pair that with Allura’s comment about the “dark history of Voltron” (or whatever I don’t remember the exact quote) and you have the perfect recipe for an absolutely heart wrenching ship *eyeball emoji*

Also “and he died saying the saltiest last words ever” omg now I want to know about Theramenes and Critias

What I find particularly interesting is how those of us in fandom know exactly how bad 50 Shades of Grey is and how problematic it is as opposed to a large number of women who read it and love it.

This is interesting because, though I’m not any kind of expert or psychologist or sociologist or what-have-you, I’d posit this is because those women have never experienced any sexually explicit media directed almost completely towards females. It wasn’t so much that 50 Shades of Grey was particularly good or particularly sexy, but it was instead that this was the first sexual fantasy catered to women that a lot of these women had ever read. Romance novels would be the closest alternative, and those are considerably stigmatized in American culture and probably not as wide spread whereas 50 Shades of Grey had taken over the mainstream and thus was ‘okay’ for people to read.

Juxtapose that experience with those of us in fandom who read and write fanfiction. Fanfiction is created by largely (though not completely, hi fandom boys!!) female writers and so is, either by default because the speaker is female or directly because most of us know our audience, tailored to women. Again, I am not an expert of any kind, but I have read more fanfiction than probably even your average fandom person over the course of almost 15 years so I feel comfortable in saying that more than half of fanfiction stories contain sexually explicit scenes. Because of that exposure and that variety of sexualized media catered to women, women in fandom have the experience to determine what is, pardon my French, the good shit and what is the bull shit.

To close, I think it’s hilarious that the often belittled and target of condescension world of fandom is apparently the group immune to the abuse-glorifying clusterfuck that so many ironically claim has sexually liberated women.

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Cartoon: Amusing Ourselves to Death by Stuart McMillen. “What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information. Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism. Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us. Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance. Orwell feared we would become a captive culture. Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture, preoccupied with some equivalent of the feelies, the orgy porgy, and the centrifugal bumblepuppy. As Huxley remarked in Brave New World Revisited, the civil libertarians and rationalists who are ever on the alert to oppose tyranny ‘failed to take into account man’s almost infinite appetite for distractions’. In 1984, people are controlled by inflicting pain. In Brave New World, they are controlled by inflicting pleasure. In short, Orwell feared that what we hate will ruin us. Huxley feared that what we love will ruin us.” All words from “Amusing Ourselves to Death” by Neil Postman… …A book about the possibility that Huxley, not Orwell, was right.

anonymous asked:

How would it feel if I took, say, Phoenix and put my claws through her spark? How would you feel then?

I would feel a lot better then you, since your whole world would become wall to wall pain.

And since you’re apparently so interested in drawing moral distinctions, consider that not having a war makes a difference. Phoenix is a noncombatant, in peacetime. You’re talking about murder. Now I’m not opposed to murder, but that’s not what it was with Cliffjumper. Arcee is ridiculous, acting as though she’s the only one who ever lost someone in the war. Frankly it got very tiresome.

anonymous asked:

Do you ever feel weird about non native people making posts that go viral about native issues? Like I appreciate that some people are just trying to bring in awareness through their large following but I feel like it would be better if they just reblogged the posts that native people are making already talking about what's going on instead of them just making their own.

I think you have a valid point, and I’ll add that it is always 100% better to amplify the voices of people who aren’t often heard as opposed to attempting to speak on their behalf. And that there are some things that *must* specifically come from a Native voice (such as discussions of what *isn’t* considered cultural appropriation.)

That said, we might consider that Natives make up the smallest recognized race category in the U.S. If Natives are the only ones bringing attention to Native issues, we might never be heard. Yes, it’s ideal to amplify Native voices and put them at the forefront when it comes to said issues, but realistically I don’t know if they would receive as much attention if we were the only ones speaking up about them. Would Seattle be divesting from Wells Fargo if non-Natives hadn’t spoken up about Standing Rock? I don’t know that. Add to that, is it fair to put the entirety of the education burden on Native peoples?

I hadn’t really thought too much about this, so I appreciate you bringing it up. The only things I can say I feel conclusively at this time are that it’s always more appropriate to amplify a Native voice rather than speak for a Native, but if it’s a matter of non-Natives calling each other out on anti-Native action/sentiment, I think that’s a necessity.

I invite other Native Tumblrs to add their thoughts on this. Obviously I can’t speak for all of us, and this really is more appropriately a community discussion.

“I wonder if Disney will ever do another movie like Brother Bear, where there was no clear villain. Almost every character who was set in some antagonistic role did not fill that role for very long. While every movie must have some opposing force for the protagonist to overcome, it would be just as great to see a movie deal with some wrong in the world without having them be embodied by an identifiable villain.”

anonymous asked:

just cause your parents are like finnrey that doesn't give you the right to essentially ignore stormpilot. it doesn't matter if you ship it, by preferring finnrey you are erasing stormpilot because both can't happen. i think it's just really hypocritical that you oppose reyno cause it's racist but then get out of shipping a healthy interracial gay ship (w/ 2 poc unlike finnrey which is half-white ugh) with the lamest excuse ever (which is negated by the fact that stormpilot is also interracial)

Me, a gay POC who ships two interracial ships and would be okay with either becoming canon: Shut the fuck up

There’s a part of the coat fanning out in the back, and Jensen can’t help but reach forward and smooth it out.

Misha turns and raises an eyebrow at Jensen’s hand. “What are you doing?”

“Coat. Fixing it.”

“It’s been like that for the last four takes.”

“Yeah, well, whatever.”

Misha sighs and turns back around.

Jensen eyes the A.D. standing off to their right before reaching forward again, but this time he pinches Misha’s ass. The A.D. doesn’t react.

“Jensen,” Misha hisses without turning again.

“Food after this?”

“I would love to if I could ever get out of here today. If only I worked with people who didn’t make it impossible to–”

Jensen crowds up behind him and hooks his chin over Misha’s shoulder as he slides a hand down to his crotch, making sure the coat is blocking the view.

Misha makes a guttural humming sound like he’s annoyed but not opposed to what Jensen’s doing. He even goes ahead and covers Jensen’s hand with his own to get the right pressure.

“Think they’re wondering why we can’t get this shot down?” 

“I think they know exactly why we can’t get this shot down, Jensen. There is really no other viable excuse for why we can’t walk through a door.”

Jensen kisses the spot behind his ear and moves his free hand up to Misha’s other shoulder to knead the muscles there.

Misha works deliberately on Jensen’s other hand, knowing there’s no way he can get off right now but doing his damnedest in the meantime.

“And, action!” 

“Shit,” Misha groans, shoving Jensen away from him and scrambling to make sure they hit their mark.

Jensen just laughs as they push through the door.

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