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If you’re planning on writing a fanfic/story with a trans character, you might want to read this. If you’re cis and you’re planning on writing a fanfic/story with a trans character, I would quite recommend that you read this. Even if you’re not planning on writing a trans character anytime soon, you could want to read this. These are some things about trans people to keep in mind when you’re writing, brought to you by your local nonbinary emo who is very angry and very desperate for respectful trans representation.

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I Love You for You.

Originally posted by clearlyiloveyou

Author’s Note: First pairing and request. It works due to my username.
Request from Anon: Can you please do a one shot with pre!serum Steve?
Words: 1379
Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader

The body needs its rest, and sleep is extremely important in any health regimen. There should be three main things: eating, exercise and sleep. All three together in the right balance make for a truly healthy lifestyle.

So why the actual fuck are you waking up at this god forsaken hour? You groaned, while using the heels of your palm to rub the sleep out of your eyes. You turned to your side to look at your clock on your nightstand, reading 6:16am. Shaking your head, you turned back to your stomach to go back to sleep.

Knock, knock, knock.

You shot up from your bed to a sitting position. Who the hell would wake you up so early?

“Y/N,” someone whispered from the other side of your door. It took you two seconds for your brain to process that voice came from your boyfriend of 6 months Steve Rogers. You were puzzled as to why he needs you now. Usually, he was on his morning run by now. You would’ve loved to join him, but you hate waking up early and you hate running. So that didn’t really work out.

You pushed the covers off your bed and scrambled to put pajama pants on. You usually slept in a T-shirt, underwear, and knee-high socks. “Hold on,” you responded. You quickly put them on, then walked to your door.

You opened your door to see no one. It was then you looked down and saw Steve. But he was a foot shorter; he was at the same eye level as you now. You blinked hard twice, trying to see if you were still half-asleep. But your boyfriend was still the same size, with a mortified expression.

You grabbed his wrist and pulled him in. “Steve, what happened?” you asked.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He was looking around the room, like he would find the answer somewhere on the wall. He stuttered, “I-I don’t know. I woke up this morning to go on my morning job, when I realized I was a foot shorter than usual. It looks like I’m back to my pre-serum self.”

Unintentionally, the back of your hand went to his forehead, which was now easy to reach. You knew that back in his day, he had the worst medical conditions. “Oh honey,” you said while wrapping your arms around his neck. He arms instinctively went to your waist, using you as comfort. His hands had a more delicate touch, and his fingers were more bony. You pulled back, but your arms still remained around his neck. He was avoiding eye contact with you. “Stevie, look at me. What’s wrong?” you asked.

You looked down and realized his clothes were much too big for him now. His shirt’s length was all the way down to his thigh, and his pants were dragging on the ground. He looked like a lid trying on his father’s shoes on for the first time. “I’m tiny. How am I supposed to lead my team when I’m the size of a peanut?” he babbled nervously. You smacked his arm. “Ow,” he whimpered while rubbing his arm.

“Hey, I’m your height right now. Do I look like a peanut?” you accused. He shook his head shamefully. “And I know that’s not the real reason why you are upset right now. We may have only been dating for 6 months, but I know your tell-signs. What’s really wrong?” you continued. “And why won’t you look at me?” you said while lifting his chin.

“I’m worried that you won’t love me anymore now that I look like how I looked like back in the 40s,” he explained.

You gasped, “Steve, don’t ever think that. I love you for you. You are the most kindest gentleman I’ve ever met.” You made him look at you again. Your hands were smoothly grazing his facial structure. He still had the same beautiful, blue eyes. “I love how your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue I’ve ever seen. I love your genuine smile.” He smiled to this. “I love your soft, tender kisses.” You say while your fingers brush against his two lips. “I love the feeling of my hands in your hair.” Your hands were massaging his scalp, stroking his blonde hair. You looked back down at his eyes. “I love you for you.” Steve looked at you like you were his everything. You smiled at the way he was gazing after you. His eyes immediately looked down at your curved lips and then back to your eyes.  “I love you,” he declared in a gentle voice.

You kissed him softly but compassionately. His grip on your waist tightened, while your hands went back to his hair. You pulled back, removing your hands from his hair. You went to your drawers to grab your big, comfy t-shirt and basketball shorts, both unisex. You turned around to hand them over to Steve. “Here,” you said.

He put them on, and they were the perfect fit on him. You grabbed onto his wrist and turned back to your bed. “Come on,” you demanded. “It’s still 6am. I need sleep.” Steve hear him chuckle behind you but followed you anyways. After laying down, you felt him lay next to you. He pulled the covers over the two of you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You turned to look over your shoulder to see Steve with his eyes closed but a smile on his face. You kissed him one more time, before turning back and falling asleep.

You woke up for the second time this morning to your alarm. This time you were more awakened. You turned off your alarm then faced Steve who was struggling to hold stay asleep. “Come on Steve,” you said, your fingers caressing his left cheek. “Time to get up.” You ripped the covers off your yourself and got up to get ready for the day. When you came back out of your bathroom, Steve was still in bed, but he was awake. “Steeeve,” you whined. “I’m hungry. Let’s go get some breakfast.”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “Y/N,” he said. “I can’t go out there looking like this. They’ll make fun of me.”

“No they won’t,” you comforted. “And if they do, I’ll kick their ass.” It’s true. You can easily take down any of them. You were very much like Natasha, but you had super strength as well. “Please,” you pleaded.

He sighed once again, before getting up to follow you to the kitchen. You walked into the kitchen hand-in-hand. More to comfort him. When you entered, everyone’s eyes were on Steve. But before anyone could make a statement, you stated, “Anyone who makes fun of Steve right now will get their asses kicked by me.”

“What happened?” Bruce asked. He was the first to shake out of the shock.

“Oh my god,” Tony said.

Everyone looked at him. “Tony? Did you do this?” Steve accused.

“In my defense, I didn’t think it would actually work. My dad had these serums that de-soldiered anyone for 24 hours. My curiosity got the best of me.” Tony explained.

Steve sighed, and you tightened your hold on Steve’s hand. Steve looked down at you, while saying “I have a meeting with Fury in 5 minutes. I have to go.”

Clint remarked, “When will you be back from Santa’s workshop?”. Everyone chuckled.

Steve just glared at him, which wasn’t at all terrifying.

“Yeah, we still have training today. Maybe you can teach me in song, my sweet Oompa Loompa,” Pietro added.

Steve asked you, “What’s an Oompa Loompa?”. But before you can answer, Natasha questioned, “What say you, Tyrion Lannister?”

Everyone laughed. Tony interrupted, “Hey, hey, hey. Steve doesn’t understand any of these references. And honestly, I think you guys should stop with the joking. I too want to joke about short people, but you don’t see me stooping to their level.” Everyone was busting up laughing, stomach-grabbing, tear-jerking, red-faced laughing.

Steve stormed out of the room, and you chased after him to comfort him. But not before hearing Sam say, “If I catch you, will I get a bowl of Lucky Charms?” Boy do you have to do some damage control.

Why I Like the Term ‘Treat Day’ Instead of ‘Cheat Day’ #selflove

I don’t like the term ‘Cheat Day’ because it makes it sound like I’m doing something bad or that I’m cheating my healthy lifestyle. I’m here to tell you from my own experiences with days where I eat what I want including super unhealthy and junk food, that I call ‘Treat Days’ :). Some of you might disagree with me the importance I hold in differentiating between these two terms, because you might think they essentially mean the same thing. However, to me, the terms are completely different. 

To me, a ‘Treat Day’ is a day where I can kick-back, relax, and enjoy some junk food with friends, whether this be fondue, chocolate desserts or Christmas baking. A treat day to me looks at this as a positive part of a healthy lifestyle. I live by the 80-20 ratio, where 80% of the time I eat healthy foods and 20% of the time, I eat whatever I want without worrying. This works out to roughly 1:5 days or usually I do once a week where I treat myself. I’m not cheating my lifestyle, nor is this an unsustainable lifestyle, but to me, it is important to sometimes enjoy things and foods in life. Life is too short not to have a treat day in my opinion :) It keeps me motivated to return back to my healthy lifestyle and carry on :)

So instead of viewing it as a ‘cheat day’ and feeling bad after, view it as a ‘treat day’ where you allow yourself to be proud of the hard work you’ve put in, in the week and celebrate that after treat day, you’ll get back into your regular routine and kick some ass, like the bad-ass you are :)

anonymous asked:

After reading your last post I am not surprised Trump won the election. I am from Shenzhen and everything that is seemingly "white" is considered common sense here? Like, you want a good job you try to speak clear, you do well in school and put effort in yourself. Even if your parents were poor every kid here knows you have to work hard and be the best version of yourself. POC in the US seem incredibly lazy. "Whiteness" would help them.

Hi thanks for the message :) I made a post last year which kind of went along these same lines. Many aggrieved black Americans point to education, nuclear families, healthy lifestyles, those who avoid police confrontations etc and they call it whiteness and white privilege. They claim these things are strictly white-only and part of ongoing white supremacy in America. This is the crunch of most sociology and subjects ending with ‘studies’ classrooms.

But what’s important to consider is that these “white” principles are no where more prevalent than in Asian families. Asian Americans earn more than whites, they have greater household income, they are more educated, they live longer, they have more two-parent households, they are involved in less crime, less are homeless. Why? Because education, family, respect and hard work promise anyone success and nobody adheres to these rules more than Asian Americans. Yet these principles are shunned by blacks and liberals as “white things,” so in order to shatter “white supremacy,” we must be more inclusive of those who resent these “white things,” which means resenting success let’s be clear, and instead learn to value and cheer for broken families, welfare dependency, crime and thug culture, delinquency and laziness. These things are cool and diverse!

Here’s the problem with trying to destroy “white supremacy.” When the most successful, educated and prospering Americans in the country aren’t white, does it not make these morons rethink their theory of a white supremacist patriarchy secret network taking care of white people and disadvantaging everyone else? How can whites be poorer, less educated, have fewer nuclear families, be shorter lived and have higher rates of homelessness and incarceration within a white supremacist state? It makes no sense. Destroying what they consider to be white things is destroying the very things that have made Asians the most successful people in the country, which kinda seems a little racist to me.

Could it be success is not derived from one’s skin color but from the way they are raised and the attitude and principles they take on through life? Is it any coincidence those who value their education, value their relationships and marriage, value the laws and hard work tend to lead the most successful, safest and happiest lives? Black Americans have the highest drop out rates, the highest rates of broken families and abortion, the highest rates of crime and homicide while Asians have the lowest rates with whites ranking second lowest. Is it any coincidence these rates accurately reflect the rates of success?

Can we blame white people for this, considering white people do worse than Asian Americans in practically every aspect, or should we be trying to rid black Americans of their tribalist, victimized and paranoid views of the world and drive home the message that education, strong families, respect for the law and hard work aren’t “white things,” they are assurances of success and it’s about time they get on board? Sadly that’s easier said than done.

Today it’s considered oppressive and microagressive against blacks to say “if you work hard enough, you can succeed.” It’s microaggressive for professors to correct a black student’s spelling because we’re actually supposed to believe a fractured, retarded-sounding version of English is perfectly acceptable and good enough. It’s racist to encourage black people to obtain ID, it’s racist to point out the crime and murder epidemic, it’s racist to encourage them to be independent and work rather than rely on welfare. It’s racist to hold them to the same standards as everyone else so we must lower the bar and place skin color over qualifications through affirmative action.

How is black America supposed to prosper when they are constantly fed the idea they are owed success rather than they are free and capable to earn their own success? Whenever a black person raises these concerns and places accountability onto black Americans, they are shunned and accused of betraying the race. They are fed lies that white people are keeping them out, that they’re being gunned down for being black, that their lives are hopeless and in constant need of handouts and reparations from white people. Democrats worked out a long time ago if you convince black Americans their lives are hopeless, you will always get their vote by then promising them free shit and benefits. Those claiming to be the wokest have to be the most blind people in the country.

Education, nuclear families, strong marriage, respect for the law and hard work are not exclusive to one race. Asian Americans and white Americans have simply figured out it works and they are benefiting from following these basic rules. The sooner blacks stop viewing these as white things and trying to destroy it in the hope of destroying their make-believe “white supremacy,” the sooner they can take responsibility for their own lives, drop the race cards and woe-is-me act and achieve the success they’ve for too long expected to be hand fed to them by white people. Thanks again :) xx