with this woman like i cannot go on

anonymous asked:

I need the story of the Underground Shakespearian Ring

Okay, so the school I went to for 9th grade had this really bizarre grading setup that I still don’t understand- for some reason, instead of the teachers writing up and grading tests and exams and the like, all the work was sent to an unknown third party for them to grade??? It made no sense.

Now, for the most part, the school had decent teachers, and they would just teach the curriculum correctly and then you wouldn’t run into problems with the grading. My English teacher was not one of those teachers.

So like, she hated me pretty early on- she was my homeroom teacher and thought it was disrespectful that I slept in homeroom in the mornings (I was on sleeping pills and they never wore off completely until around 10am), I never had the vocab homework in on time (someone kept breaking into my locker and stealing my vocab books I had to buy a new one like five times), she thought it was “inherently pessimistic and stuck up” when she caught me reading a book called ‘Ninth Grade Slays’ (it was about vampires, not her?), and during our Greek Mythology unit I kept correcting her about the name pronunciations of the gods (she pronounced Hephaestus as Hepatitis one time holy shit). 

Anyway, her feelings on me aside, her teaching skills were shoddy at best. But I had had way worse teachers, so had the rest of the class, and Greek myths are pretty straight-up in what’s going on, so no one really had trouble with the third-party tests.

Then we get to the Romeo and Juliet unit.

Now, fun fact: Shakespeare has always come pretty easily to me. Like, to the point where I sometimes forget/fail to understand that other people have an incredibly hard time translating his works. (I told this whole story to my friends in the school I went to for 10th/11th/12th grade and when the drama department put on ‘Midsummers Night Dream’ one year, more than half the cast tried to get me to translate their scripts and monologues for them lmao).

So, anyway, I’m just a girl, reading Romeo and Juliet and digging how it’s going…and then the teacher starts ‘translating’ it.


I cannot sift through all the bullshit this woman was spewing, but let’s just say that my favorite part is during Romeo’s spew about Rosaline, there’s one part where he says something like ‘with cupid’s arrow/she hath diane’s will’, and the teacher was taking this to mean Rosaline was a Super Lesbian who was breaking the law or something and running away with her lover Diane, which would be a rad storyline, sure, but like…I’m just raising my hand like “Um Ma’am, Diana is the Roman goddess of chastity. What Romeo meant is that she told him she’s sworn off love and is probably becoming a nun?” and this woman just got. So angry. Like, excuse me, you are a student, you’re here to learn, so you clearly don’t know anything about this (I read Romeo and Juliet for the first time in like preschool whoops). Anyway, she continues on making up her own plot to the play, and I…well I was basically Hermione Fucking Granger at this point I couldn’t just sit there and listen to someone be this wrong about something omfg??? She just got angrier and angrier and stopped calling on me after a while.

So for a couple lessons I’m just left to seethe quietly, but one day after class this girl I knew since grade school came up to me and was like “Could you…? Tell me what the hell we’re supposed to be learning?” and I didn’t even like her but I liked the validation of being someone’s Chosen Teacher so I wrote out a summary for her of everything we had covered so far so she could actually write a comprehendible essay for our homework that night.

But THEN the during the class when we got our essays back, she made a HUGE DEAL, like ‘oh Molly, it wasn’t bad enough that you’ve been failing this course material, now you have to drag your friends into it by trying to re-write the play?’ (l m a o). Like this bitch had literally tried to fight me on ‘Paris is the guy Juliet’s father wants her to marry’ and she didn’t even put a grade on my essay where I said the play only ended in tragedy because of how young and naïve the kids were, that if they had taken a breather and thought things through it probably would’ve been fine (it was a damn good essay and I stand by it). But anyway, she’s trying to make me out to my classmate’s as someone who’s trying to sabotage their education for laughs.

This backfired on her.

See, it dawned on people one by one, that she was only teaching the wrong material -> so they wouldn’t know the right material -> so when they eventually would take the exams they would only have her crazy answers -> which the third party graders wouldn’t know about -> everyone fails this course that’s like half the overall grade of the year.

Most students consider that a problem.

So suddenly the class has decided I’m the fucking Shakespeare Whisperer or something, and one by one start begging me for help. At first I was confused, because as I said, it’s so easy for me that I didn’t realize literally the entire class was lost out of their asses here. omfg. So I was really getting hassled here but I didn’t want my entire class to fail you know???? So I started meeting with people during study halls or texting them after school so they knew what was going on. And then they started telling people in this teacher’s other classes, including upperclassmen who were lost as fuck, so this was quickly spiraling out of control on my end, but overall people were really starting to understand the plays better!! So I was feeling really great.

But then, the teacher noticed that none of the homework getting handed in to her matched up with her crazy translations, and knew I was the sole person to blame (naturally). She literally tried to get me suspended over this, she went to the school’s disciplinarian!

Note: This guy, Mr. C, knew I was a God damn angel- my science class was off the charts, inappropriately awful, so every time one of our science teacher’s wanted to give the entire class detention, instead of calling Mr. C up to the class room as was the rule, they’d send me down to get him so he’d know to write up every student except for me. So when my English teacher dragged me in there he was looking her like “What on Earth could this girl have possibly done to piss you off?” 😂😂

And when she explained he looked at her for a very long moment, glanced at me with a signature ‘Office’ Reaction Face™ , turned back to her and was like “You want her suspended…for starting a study group?” and I was CHOKING.

So that really pissed her off and they started fighting and this was a very overworked and Done man so at some point he gave up and was like “I’m not suspending her but fine we can put a ban on the study group if you leave my office” omfg. So all the other students get notified and now they’re back to freaking out about the upcoming exams.

So like two days later, I’m at lunch, complaining about this to one of my friends who had a different English teacher and thus no problem, and I’m on this whole angry rant (Because I’m pissed, a bunch of kid’s grades are gonna get fucked up because of this! They just wanted to do well! I just wanted to help them!) and my friends staring at me quietly the whole time and when I finish I’m like “What?” and she’s just like “…Molly did you literally start up Dumbledore’s Army in our fucking school?” and I died on scene.

But then I started thinking about the comparison and I was like? You know fucking what? If Harry Potter can get those kids to pass their fucking DADA test I can help kids pass their fucking English Exam. Bring it the fuck on, Umbridge.

So I started Spreading The Word that anyone who needs help with their Shakespeare course can still get help, we just all need to meet up once to hash out the details. After some back and forth notes and deliberations, we ended up meeting in the school library, which was hilarious for a few reasons:

1) It was directly across the hall from this teacher’s classroom.

2) It was actually a converted janitors closet, way smaller than all the other classrooms, and there were like 50 people shoved in there; Not exactly an ideal Room of Requirement

3) The library carried no Shakespeare texts, but had the entire Harry Potter series on display to see when you first walked in

But anyway, despite the fact that we were literally three feet away from her door while we were doing this, our teacher was none the wiser of the meeting. We worked out a game plan- everyone writes out bullshit essays that align with what the teacher’s expecting. After she grades those and gives them back, they get them to me- slipping them in my locker, handing it to me discreetly in the halls or in another class, what have you. I then try to power through the dizzying amount of confusion radiating out of the teacher’s mouth and onto these papers, and more or less write out better translation of what was going on in whatever scene they covered, what the highlights they needed to know were, stuff like that, and then slip it back to them in similar discreet fashion (so the teacher/disciplinarian wouldn’t see me and get suspicious ; also because I was like 15 and wanted to feel like a super cool secret agent). They would then keep my copies and use them as study guides for the upcoming exams, where they would then answer all the questions correctly, the way the third party graders would mark correctly, and pass the exams + the bullshit essays would get them high marks in the teacher’s homework grades. The teacher never caught on to what was happening, just thought her students finally started paying attention to her.

All in all, it was a complicated mess, but it fucking worked. I don’t think anyone failed their exams that year. Will I ever be cooler? No. I think I fucking peaked when I was 15.

people talk about the danger of violence or overt sexuality in children’s entertainment, but i swear that nothing, nothing fucked me up as badly as the totally family-friendly, g-rated trope of “woman who is not traditionally attractive flirts with our male lead; aren’t her romantic and/or sexual desires inherently disgusting, and thus hilarious?”

and like, at least when i was growing up, it was everywhere: disney movies, saturday morning cartoons–i think it was maybe even more common in stuff aimed at kids, because when you’re not allowed to go blue, there are fewer ways to get a lazy, cheap laugh.

i was freckle-faced and chubby as a kid (both, of course, common cartoon shorthand for “this girl is hideous”), and i literally cannot remember being too young to feel bad about how i looked. i’m sure my baby fat didn’t bother me when i was an actual baby, but my body issues are at least as old as my conscious memory. thank god i had access to feminism and cultural criticism from a comically young age; it rarely protected me from pain but at least i’d heard that it was wrong to send a message that beautiful princesses are protagonists and ugly girls are punchlines.

(as if we have to earn the right to even just want romantic love, to even just feel something for somebody else, as if we have to cash in tiny noses and perfect lips and tiny bodies like fucking arcade tokens before our heartsong is anything but a mean joke)

and granted, there were other issues at play; i’m not pinning all my baggage on, say, that part in aladdin where the fat lady with a gap in her teeth catches him while he’s running for his life and sings that she thinks he’s “rather tasty” and aladdin’s face is all “UGH, OH NOOO,” but i swear i didn’t start to internalize “no decent human being would be grossed out by your romantic interest, or even just find it so ludicrous as to be funny” until about six years ago

and i am five fucking days away from turning thirty


  • ❝ …Bang… ❞
  • ❝ This could be a trap. ❞
  • ❝ This is strictly business. ❞
  • ❝ Whatever happens, happens. ❞
  • ❝ Life is but a dream. ❞
  • ❝ You’re in a good mood today. ❞
  • ❝ Tell me what you’re doing here. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t try anything. ❞
  • ❝ Why don’t you shoot? ❞
  • ❝ Go on, pull the trigger. ❞
  • ❝ What’s wrong? Lose your nerve? ❞
  • ❝ You’re an original, aren’t you? ❞
  • ❝ Could you be a little quieter please? ❞
  • ❝ Great, a wannabe preacher with a gun… ❞
  • ❝ Guess you’ll have to chalk it up to bad luck. ❞
  • ❝ You’re gonna carry that weight. ❞
  • ❝ The one that’s insane is this world. ❞
  • ❝ Hey there, having a little trouble? ❞
  • ❝ Are you living in the real world? ❞ 
  • ❝ Even if you play by the rules, nothing gets solved. ❞
  • ❝ The more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❞
  • ❝ I’m just a humble bounty hunter, ma’am/sir. ❞
  • ❝ Pretending to be senile won’t get you out of this. ❞
  • ❝ I’m just watching a bad dream I never wake up from. ❞
  • ❝ Are you pleading for your life? ❞
  • ❝ You should see yourself right now. ❞
  • ❝ Do you have any idea what you look like? A ravenous beast. ❞
  • ❝ The same blood runs through both of us. ❞
  • ❝ I’ve bleed all that kind of blood away. ❞
  • ❝ Why are you still alive? ❞
  • ❝ Don’t give me that art of war crap. ❞
  • ❝ Time never stands still. ❞  
  • ❝ If you don’t work, you don’t eat. ❞
  • ❝ These Earthlings are weird. ❞ 
  • ❝ I’ll take care of this, you can go back. ❞
  • ❝ I love the kind of woman that can kick my ass. ❞
  • ❝ A star just fell from the sky. ❞
  • ❝ Cold climates don’t concern me. ❞
  • ❝ Your heart is colder than any planet. ❞
  • ❝ Remember, a snake cannot eat a dragon. ❞
  • ❝ We should’ve never taken such a risk. ❞
  • ❝ I’m fully aware of the danger. ❞
  • ❝ How long were you in there listening, [ name ]? ❞ 
  • ❝ And this time, I hope you have sweet dreams. ❞
  • ❝ I’ll meet you at the end of this world. ❞
  • ❝ Belonging is the very best thing there is. ❞
  • ❝ There is nothing more innocent and cruel than a child.❞
  • ❝ Man shouldn’t have to live on carbohydrates alone, complex or otherwise. ❞
  • ❝ I have no fear of death. It just means dreaming in silence. A dream that lasts for an eternity. ❞
  • ❝ Of the days that I have lived, only those I spent with you seemed real. ❞
  • ❝ My memory…finally came back…but nothing good came from it. ❞
  • ❝ There was no place for me to return to; this was the only place I could go. ❞
  • ❝ Why do you have to go? Where are you going?! ❞
  • ❝ What are you going to do, throw away your life like it was nothing?! ❞
  • ❝ What’s your price to keep this from leaking to the press? ❞
  • ❝ Either you give me the money or I put a bullet through your brain. ❞    
  • ❝ I’m not the type to be led around by a woman/man. ❞
  • ❝ You can’t tell the age of a woman by looking at her. ❞
  • ❝ You’re kidding yourself if you think every woman/man is like you. They’re not.❞
  • ❝ Why did you do all of this? For money? Some sort of revenge? Or perhaps just for fun?❞
  • ❝ Come on, hang in there, you hear me? ❞ 
  • ❝ When angels are forced out of heaven, they become devils. ❞
  • ❝ Tell me, if we had met earlier in life, would we have been friends? ❞
  • ❝ You know the first rule of combat? Shoot them before they shoot you. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not a criminal. Woah, that makes me sound more like a criminal, doesn’t it. ❞
  • ❝ You took all the money you stole from us and lost it in a gambling casino? ❞
  • ❝ This is real mystic and all, but uh, do you have anything to eat here? ❞
  • ❝ You know what they say, cowboy, easy come easy go. ❞ 
  • ❝ You told me once, to forget the past, cause it doesn’t matter, but you’re the one still tied to the past, [ name ]!  ❞
  • ❝ Don’t tell me things like that; you’ve never told me anything about yourself, so don’t tell me now! ❞
  • ❝ I felt like I was watching a dream I’d never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over. ❞
  • ❝ Do not fear death. Death is always at our side. When we show fear, it jumps at us faster than light, but if we do not show fear, it casts its eye upon us gently and then guides us into infinity…  ❞
  • ❝ Men only think about their past right before death, as if they were searching frantically for proof they were alive. ❞
  • ❝ No one can draw a clear line between sane and insane. You move that line as you see fit for yourself. No one else can.  ❞
Day One Hundred and Eight

-I heard a child’s voice shout, “Cowabunga!” They were not within my field of vision, so I cannot confirm the type of gnarly stunts that they have just pulled, but I am certain that they were suitably sick.

-Readers of these stories will know that I place a great deal of value in returning shopping carts to their rightful place post-purchase, but I would like now to add a stipulation to this rule. You are more than welcome to abandon motorized carts anywhere you may please. I will never complain about being paid to drive a go-kart through the store.

-A woman waved a Lego Batman backpack at me, asking if it was a good size for a four year-old. I was unsure whether she meant for one to carry or for carrying one. I nodded either way.

-A child demanded a toy despite his mother saying no and having to wrench it out of his hands. I placed it in a bin behind my register and continued the transaction, only to find the child behind the register with me, stealing the toy back. As his mother caught him, he threw himself to the floor and tried to crawl his way back to the toy, wailing and clawing as his mother held him by the ankle. His passion and perseverance will carry him far in life, and if he learns that shrieking and sneaking do not go hand in hand, and that he, more often than not, will lose in a battle of brawn with an opponent who can pick him up in one arm, nothing will be able to stop him.

-A three year old grew very concerned as I handed them a sticker, explaining that they weren’t sure if they could leave the store with it. Never has a face been filled with such a combination of ecstasy and disbelief as theirs when I told them that they could.

-A kind man purchases a few toys for his granddaughter. I slipped a handful of stickers into her bag as I handed it to her, and he slipped something to me in turn as I handed his receipt to him. It was not until they had already left that I looked down to see that if was an origami ring fashioned out of a dollar bill. I firmly believe this to be how all transactions should be carried out.

-My understanding of my luck has been reaffirmed today. Despite months of being perfectly cognizant and present for guests that will likely never give me a second thought, it was today that, in a state well beyond cold-induced delirium and incoherency, three readers recognized me and chatted with me for a while. I appreciate their kindness, but I hope their first impression is not one that will last.


can you say cute??

like…i mean…automatic win. cat ears. you cannot go wrong. even meredith is in fact #shook


no words needed

she just looks so powerful??? RADIATING?? 


@tree-paine i’m a fan. hold your own secret session please. 

let’s just talk for a moment here. 

I’m gonna say itLena Luthor loves Kara Danvers. loves her. and there are soooo many reasons why. 

first, let’s just list the reasons off the bat, then I’ll explain my reasonings. 

  • donuts
  • lip bites/glances/looks
  • the thirst factor
  • food dates
  • meeting Alex
  • gala
  • flowers
  • her heroics
  • “I’ve never stood behind a man” 
  • “I’m here for you, if you still want that”
  • “I miss you”
  • “I didn’t see your name on the by line”/ “unquit”
  • “I trust you”/Catco
  • heart emoji

ok let’s get started:

first, the doughnuts.

 lena is known for eating healthy. she drinks kombucha. she gets kara to probably eat vegetables. y’know the regular. probably is on a no carb diet. we never see her eating anything bad, because she’s probably been preened all her life to be picture perfect and eat only what’s good for you. but here comes her bff, her gal pal kara danvers, traipsing in with a bag of doughnuts. this happened a couple times, actually. lena indulged in a doughnut for kara. 

the lip bites, holy fuck. I’m going to tie this in with the glances too. because holy mother of god. 

lena is always checking kara out, biting her lip (most likely surprising moans bc hot damn she’s in love with this woman) and the looks. the looks of. pure. unadulterated. love. 

I mean you cannot tell me the look on lena’s face is anything but love? come on. even a blind man could tell. 

next, lena’s thirst factor. 

girl, she is always, always, (almost) always seen with a drink when around kara! 

exhibit A: their first meeting, lena has to pause and get herself a damn glass of water

exhibit B: granted, yes they’re at a restaurant, but lena’s got an almost empty glass, bc hot damnvers kara is something. (lets take in account that kara’s glass is empty)

exhibit C: in the most recent episode 3.01, lena is yet again, shown pouring herself some water bc girl is thirsty af 

exhibit D: oh looky here, Lena’s getting a drink. I am pretty sure Kara just makes her speechless and she needs water to talk

exhibit E: y’all see where I’m going with this, right?

their brunch/lunch/dinner/kombucha dates

lena always seems to have a food date with kara. always. I mean it’s one thing to have one on occasion but they’re known to have these? and I know damn well that kara isn’t always the one to initiate them. lena is probably the one to invite her because she’s rich and offers to feed kara’s immense appetite. 

what about the first time lena was introduced to Alex properly?

this. this is the face of jealousy. she shows up unannounced at kara’s apartment (where’d she even get kara’s address?) and sees this beautiful woman in kara’s apartment and she’s jealous af, and Alex doesn’t let on anything. doesn’t, for a split second, let on that she’s kara’s sister, because I’m pretty sure she knew what Lena’s thoughts were. she knew for a flash of a second, lena was actually jealous, but ew gross, kara is her sister, and that’s when kara finally speaks up, and Lena’s face softens, and she remembers what she actually came over for… 

the gala

she invites, not only kara and supergirl to the gala, but kara’s man friend, mike of the interns, because she doesn’t care. if kara’s friends with this person, she figures she can trust this person too, who tf cares if you met them five seconds ago and could’ve easily told him “It’s an elite party, and I’m inviting kara as my plus one, sorry” but no, she extends an invitation to mike of the interns…

the flowers: plumerias

these are plumerias, for anyone who hasn’t seen them before. they come in all different colors, ranging from blues, pinks, purples, melon, peach, yellow and white. they are an exotic flower, and a bit hard to come by. they have to be imported, usually from Hawaii. they have a few different meanings, but in Chinese, they symbolize love. they mean “I love you” and “you are special” 

and kara’s office, just so happens to be overflown with flowers, most likely plumerias because she mentioned they remind her of her mother, and lena would totally import those flowers and fill her office as a thank you to saving her just because she loves kara. and you know damn well she knows what those flowers mean. she’s smart, we’ll touch on this fact later.

lena being a hero

she is.. its a fact. whether it’s supergirl or kara danvers’s hero, national city’s hero, or anyone’s hero, lena is a hero. 

lena chooses kara and being the hero and will always choose kara and being the hero. when it came to saving jack or saving supergirl, she chose kara over her ex-lover. and we can probably assume that because a) lena is young and b) lena is a luthor, jack was probably her only real relationship. she did love him, you could tell with the emotion from the kiss and even the relaxed-ness of her date with him, they were friends. and she did miss is company, though she wouldn’t date him again. yet then it comes to kara, as supergirl, and she has to choose whether to save jack or end his life to save national city’s hero. she chooses to let jack go, therefore ultimately killing him so she can save kara. she also saves kara’s man child boyfriend from the evil daxamite guard. by shooting him with an alien gun. and she and Winn made whatever that thing was under the table at the gala and it stopped those evildoers from attacking supergirl, and the kicker, my favorite, saving the whole population of national city, not once, but fucking twice.

in s2e8 lena, after finding out her mother is the ringleader of CADMUS, and kara ultimately yells at her and accuses her of knowing what her mother did, etc, still saves national city. she undermines her mother, weasels her way onto her mother’s good side, double-crosses her and makes the medusa virus inert, therefore saving national city’s population of aliens when the only friend she had hated her for the moment. she could’ve easily just given in and killed all the aliens, but she didn’t. she chose to save them because she loves kara and her pro-alien bleeding heart views, even when they sometimes disagree and fight. 

and then again in s2e22, lena, and with the help of Lillian, build a device to rid the planet of the daxamites invading earth. a device that sends out lead into the atmosphere. and she knows what it’ll do. she knows that it’s going to send Mon-el away, and you know she was lowkey happy about that, but she knows it’ll put kara through hell, yet she let’s kara make the ultimate decision to choose whether to go on with it, and kara does. supergirl tells them to use the device. and lena yet again, saves everyone, all because she loves kara and kara is her hero.

and let’s not forget the best time lena was a hero and shot Corbin, therefore saving none other than Special Agent Alex Danvers with the DEO… hot damn, she’s my hero.

lena’s never stood behind a man

*eh hem* I’ll just leave these here. two examples of lena never standing behind a man, because she’s independent and fierce, but Kara is always protecting her and she lets kara/supergirl. we know damn well lena can hold her own, she is a Luthor after all, but she lets kara take the forefront and she stands behind her with grace and poise and love and admiration. 

“I’m here for you, if you still want that”

Lena knows the hell kara is going through. she knows that kara lost her man child thing of a boyfriend she liked for five days. and kara is going through hell. and yet, she’s still cautious. I think this is one of the most significant things ever and we’re going to dissect for a second here. in the second image: kara tells lena “I’m right here” letting lena know she can talk to her and she wants her to, she’s almost willing her to. 

yet in the top image, lena adds the “if you still want that”. she is letting kara know a few things here. a) that she feels guilty over the lead being released in the atmosphere b) she doesn’t want to use kara, because she’s not a talker herself. her walls are always built up so sturdy until kara breaks them down with her super strength and c) she doesn’t want to lose kara. she’s letting her know she’s there if kara wants her because its kara’s choice. she’s not going to force kara into being her friend just because kara is the only friend she has in national city and she will be ready to help kara any way she needs when the time comes. 

“I miss you” 

this also follows with the “if you still want that” because she’s telling kara that she’s being ignored, but she’s not pushing. she knows that kara is distancing herself. but she still lets kara know in a subtle way that she’s still here, she still loves her and that she truly misses her best friend. she just misses her. she misses Kara Danvers, the girl she’s falling in love with more and more as each day passes.

“I didn’t see your name on the by line”/”unquit”

now, first off, kara does anything lena suggests. Lena suggests, she become a reporter and guess who becomes one? Kara. lena tells her in such an unprofessional manner to “unquit” her job. and according to my laptop, unquit isn’t even a word, yet it came out of poised, perfect, prestined Lena Luthor’s mouth. “unquit” 

so kara unquits, and lena sends a heart emoji

a red heart emoji. man, do I have some words about this. Lena, you little lesbian in love with your bestie, damn. lena could’ve easily replied back with a “okay” or “sounds great” or even a “see you tomorrow!” or if we’re going the emoji route: a smiley face, a thumbs up, or fuck idk, a yellow heart? because lena is very, very, very smart. and we all know she knows the meanings that colors represent. like how yellow means happiness, friendship, sunshine, and energy, yet miss luthor sent kara a red heart. red meaning love, passion, heat. you can’t tell me she doesn’t know what they meant. she could’ve replied with so many different ways, yet she chooses a red heart.

and lets not forget the last points: lena buys fricken catco–– “I trust you”

lena “I bought your job for you and I have no fucking idea how to run catco” luthor bought a multimillion dollar corporation so a sexist bottle of cheap cologne couldn’t and she has literally no idea how to run the company, yet she’s enlisting and trusting her best friend and the woman she likes to run it with her. she bought kara a company. because kara asked and she 

lena just dropped everything, and potentially could ruin her career for this woman, and she did it all out of love. 

she even admits to not even knowing how to run the place! yet, just because kara asked, she did it. kara says “jump” and lena asks “how high”. the girl will do anything for the woman she loves. 

anyway, so those are my thoughts and reasonings as to why I believe lena is in love with kara. you can agree or disagree, leave your opinions if you like, but if you’re anti-supercorp please do not leave your opinion. 

*please note: gifs and pictures are NOT mine and I will not take credit for them, I simply borrowed them from the internet. also I stg if the gifs don’t load I will cry, I don’t know if they actually will, let’s hope.

edit: none of the gifs loaded I hate everything… oh fucking well, you get my point and y’all probably know what each gif is a scene of anyway… fml


Ever since the first trailer came out, I could not stop waiting for this movie. Finally, on June 1st, it arrived in cinemas.

And even without a night of sleep, I pulled my closest friends to the theater to go see it. What I found? A movie that did not disappoint. Most people always disagree with me when I say I am a DC fan. Seriously? Why do they always have to compare to Marvel? Can’t we all just appreciate the superhero movies equally?

 With that being said, let’s take a look at everything I loved about Wonder Woman.

*Warning: Spoilers ahead. *


Bless this beautiful, beautiful child. She did a great job of playing a young Diana. I think the audience gave a collective, “Awww” when she appeared. With her doing cute little kicks and punches, it just added to the overall cuteness. But then she gives you this smirk and you know that the Princess of the Amazons is also a stubborn, sassy little girl who knows what she wants and goes after it.


The trailer alone showed some great potential in the fight department, but actually seeing everything on the big screen gives you this whole new feeling! It’s the “holy-shit- I- can’t- breathe” feeling. The kind where you stare with eyes wide open because you’re afraid that if you blink, you’re gonna miss something cool. The first few minutes of the movie, with the amazon warriors fighting off Germans on the shores of Themyscira (thank you, Steve) was amazing! We also see Queen Hippolyta and Antiope in action. (side note: my fave part would have to be her jumping onto a make shift shield that Steve grabbed and killing a sniper, taking down the whole top of the church doing so).

Bruce got nothing on that lasso.

3. Steve Trevor

I love Chris Pine. I have loved him ever since he came out in “Princess Diaries 2” and “Just My Luck”, when I was still a teenager in high school. And then he went and became Captain Kirk in Star Trek, and my fangirl heart could not help but love him more. Now, he has proven again how great he is by playing the charming, fearless, and disobedient Captain Steve Trevor. 

I’m so glad he chose to do this over Green Lantern! He was great when they were using the Lasso of Truth on him, but the funniest part for me was when Diana dropped by while he was taking a bath.

Diana: Are you a prime example of the average man? (or something like that)

Steve: No, I’m above average.

4. Gal Gadot

Unlike most people, I had nothing against Gal (or her allegedly small boobs *insert snort*) when she was first cast as Wonder Woman. Honestly, I was more concerned with how the story would go, but damn. She proved everyone wrong. She played the role perfectly. Perfectly. I am not joking. I cannot imagine anyone else who would’ve done a spectacular job as her. (And take note, she was pregnant whilst shooting this).

She could be fierce, emotional, humorous. She lighted up the screen, man. Figuratively and literally. And yes, she rocked that costume! Ugh that costume! At first, I was skeptical. After all, I am a big fun of the comics, and I sometimes hate it when they change these iconic things about characters (e.g. Barry Allen not being blonde in the TV series or the movie). But I came to love it. It showed more of her Amazonian roots than her iconic outfit in the animated series before.

5. No Man’s Land

This was the best scene/ segment of the movie for me. I had goosebumps watching her climb up to No Man’s Land. Add that to the fact that Steve tells her the soldiers have been there for nearly a year and haven’t gain an inch, yet she just strolls up there like is a fcking field of lilies and is dodging bullets better than The Matrix. My heart. My fangirl heart.

 Everything about it was so right. You have these bleak, grey landscape and yet Wonder Woman is wearing such vibrant colors. Then there are these slow- motion sequence where she’s blocking the bullets like some sort of freaking Jedi. And her shield seems to like glow while she’s getting hit with a machine gun and and and she’s dodging those bombs like they’re nothing. Nothingggggg. Then everyone else follows her and charges at the enemies. And I’m just sitting there like:

Up to now, my feels are still overwhelming. The story was great, the cast was great AND THE DIRECTOR, PATTY JENKINS. YOU ARE A BLESSING FROM GOD. I cannot wait for the Justice League movie. DC got this right, and hopefully, they keep getting it right.

you guys!!! i was just listening to my local radio station and suddenly the DJ just starts talking about going to nashville and how he just got back from there and he had gone to listen to Taylor’s album either yesterday or i think the day before i was like OMG WOW WHAT okay here is everything i remember it was like a solid five or more minutes on the radio which is like an eternity 

ok so the dj is named Ray. he says he goes to nashville and he is at her moms house and he is like omg you guys this house is huge its so beautiful and he’s like i think it was her mom’s house, the pool house is bigger than my house, and then the other dj is googling it and is like this one? and he says yes and he’s all you dont understand it’s like the taj mahal of nashville lmfao it’s freaking gorgeous and the other one is like oh yeah she bought that for her parents and they are all !!!!! omg she did thats so nice  ok so he’s like i get there and i’m greeted by taylor’s mom’s dog who is literally named kitty and they all laugh. and the other dj is like what kind of dog and he says its a cross between (two breeds i forget) and it’s huge and literally a giant but also sweet. And he says the dog must have immediately smelled his dog on him because kitty would not stop smelling him and he was like ajsifojsdlf and so he greets her mom and he’s like taylors mom. is. so. nice. you. guys. And he makes his way to the kitchen where taylor was. immediately the other dj’s are screaming WHAT WAS SHE WEARING lmfao i cackled. And he is like she was wearing a tan top (his words) that laced up the sleeves to the top and she was drop dead gorgeous just as i remembered her. and they are all awww.  

and so he is all i made my way up to her and he says she turns to him and is like HI RAY and he’s like holy shit she remembers my name and the other dj is like did she have flash cards lmao and he’s like no dudes i’ve met her four times before she remembers me because she loves me and they were all ajsfkjds about that too and so then he is all, the first thing she says to me is ‘i love your shirt’ and he’s all you guys i was wearing a SEAFOAM GREEN shirt who likes seafoam green lmao?? they all laugh. and so then he tells her that kitty can smell his dog on him and taylor asked him what kind of dog he has and he says a pug, and she’s all oh i used to have a pug!! and that they talked about pugs for a while and how they snore. And ok thats all i remember from the kitchen. . 

then he is all so we got to listen to the whole album start to finish (he literally said nothing about it) and then says when it was done taylor grabbed a bottle of white wine and announced “okay!! Who wants wine” and everyone was all 😲 😂 except him and the woman he was with (or maybe just sitting by) and they raised their hands right away like hell yeah lets have some wine and he’s all “you guys The Taylor Swift poured me a Glass of Wine.” and then the other dj is like omg you guys are practically dating. and he’s like omg lol but seriously i cannot believe that i was poured a glass of wine from taylor swift and this was so funny he was really !!!! about that… .and then the other one is like did you go to the bathroom when you were there? and they are all laughing like aiosfjsd why are you asking him that. And he’s like no i had to go So Bad but i didnt go. And the other dj is all thats because you dont pee at a lady’s house. and they are all is that a rule lmao ? and he’s like ajsdijfoaso they are all laughing then they go back to the whole he’s practically dating her but they decide Not Yet hahahahha it was funny anyway so then he is all so then it was time to go, i was there like two hours, and they took pictures and then taylor was thanking people for coming at the door. And he says i told her i loved the album it’s so good and he says she just high fives me and says yasss tell everyone you know! and he’s like i will! and then he left. 

and then the other dj this one i dont really loves shes kinda snarky shes like oh so you all love taylor swift now dont you and he’s like are you joking me i have always loved her bc she is literally the NICEST PERSON ON THE PLANET lsajdkfja he was all mad she was even implying he hasnt always loved her and he goes on about how lovely and gracious and pretty she is and has always been and how she remembers him (he was like srsly stoked about her remembering him like i cannot explain he was so happy awww) and how she’s so good at what she does and the other dj’s are teasing him that he’s saying this bc he wants to be her bf and he’s like NO SHES JUST REALLY AWESOME SHUT UP and finally they are like oh we’re just teasing you man we love her too. hahhahhaa

omg i cant believe i was flipping the channels and this was on anyway i hope you liked the story im sure i forgot things 

anyway i think I’m a DC stan now so that’s what Wonder Woman did to me

anonymous asked:

Hi! So i saw on your other blog that you think the danish girl is transmisogynistic. I don't really agree so i went looking for your reasons but could only find a couple of posts that mentioned it so i was wondering if you could elaborate? i'm not trying to argue about it I would just be interested in hearing your reasons since I'm cis gendered and probably don't see the problems in it that trans people do. If you don't feel like explaining that's perfectly alright too of course ^^

like this is all really easily googlable, and all over other trans women’s blogs, including the other blog you came here from, but i’ll lay it out one final time.

1. Lili Elbe, a trans woman, is portrayed by Eddie Redmayne (a cis man who cannot act). This is transphobic for a multitude of reasons, but I’m going to narrow it down to the two basic examples everybody should now. Firstly, it implies that trans women are just men in dresses and makeup, by virtue of paying a man to wear dresses and makeup in an attempt to emulate the transition of a trans woman. Secondly, it takes away the already tiny amounts of roles from real trans people. As an actress, I can tell you how frustrating it is – hardly ever are trans women hired unless we are specifically meant to BE trans women, and even usually then we are portrayed degradingly.

Furthermore, no trans women were even ever considered for the job, which has been admitted by the director on several occasions.

2. The film is based on a real trans woman (Lili Elbe) who was one of the first to undergo reassignment surgery. Not only does it really rub salt in the wound to have her played by a man after all the time and money in her life she dedicated to separating herself from the gender she was assigned, but the movie is a complete bastardization of her life in many other ways. It completely destroys the real story of how she transitioned and turns it into a disgusting dislodged version that pretty much portrays her as selfish for transitioning.

3. It portrays gender dysphoria as a forced feminization kink – it implies that Lili was just being egged on by her then-wife as some kind of fetish or something, which is ridiculously transmisogynistic, and is a train of thought that leads to trans women being barred from transitioning even today, and is also a core part of TERF ideology. Look up “autogynophilia” for more information.

So there you have it. The Danish Girl is transmisogynistic, and Eddie Redmayne is a piece of shit for taking the job.

i love taylor swift. i love her music and her poise and grace and all that, and you know what, i understand the narrative she’s trying to take back, the reputation that has been stacked against her for the past 18 months, and her just standing up and taking control. i’m glad she’s trying out something new and kudos to her for being brave enough to step out and call out the bullshit against her 


“look what you made me do”

is exactly the phrase my mom would use when she beat me with a spatula straight off the stove because i messed up the order of books in the shelf. the exact phrase my dad would say when he sent me to bed without lunch or dinner after hitting me for getting a b+ instead of an a+. the exact kinda phrase my childhood bully would say before he pulled my hair after i talked back to him.

it’s just such a toxic statement and the only kinda people who say that phrase are people who do shitty things and then act like the victims who pretend that the people they have hurt have somehow forced them to act like the bad guy. “this is your fault. you’re making me do this, you’re making me act this way” and you know what, that’s complete and utter bullshit. no matter what kinda narrative you wanna portray and what you mean, saying “look what you made me do” especially in that kinda aggressive way is saying, “i didn’t do anything wrong at all and this is your fault” when everyone knows that taylor can be a bit problematic at times and she hates being portrayed as that.

idk pls don’t message me saying i’m reading too much into this because well it seems like she released a song like this and an album cover like this so that people would read into it and i for one cannot handle a revenge pity party tracklist where a grown ass woman would act so petty as to not be the bigger person, accept her share of the blame, grow from it, and not stoop to the level her haters have been at her whole life. I wish Taylor was better at accepting her own faults and this is just proof that she has so far to go and I hope the rest of her album shows a better side of her

I always see the best in people. I hope for the best, and I always look for that little bit of good, that potential, and I wait for it to blossom. You want them to feel good being a man, but now men are afraid to be men. They think being a real man is actually being a pussy, that if you take a chair out for a lady, or you’re nice or even affectionate to your girl in front of your boys, you’re less of a man. It’s so sick. They won’t be a gentleman because that makes them appear soft. That’s what we’re dealing with now, a hundred percent, and girls are settling for that, but I won’t. I will wait forever if I have to … but that’s ok. You have to be screwed over enough times to know, but now I’m hoping for more than these guys can actually give. 
That’s why I haven’t been having sex or even really seeing anybody, because I don’t want to wake up the next day feeling guilty. I mean I get horny, I’m human, I’m a woman, I want to have sex. But what am I going to do—just find the first random cute dude that I think is going to be a great ride for the night and then tomorrow I wake up feeling empty and hollow? He has a great story and I’m like… what am I doing? I can’t do it to myself. I cannot. It has a little bit to do with fame and a lot to do with the woman that I am. And that saves me.
Content- An Ivar Drabble

Originally posted by thefacesofdeath

A little while ago I posted some headcanons of Ivar with only daughters, and i thought I’d just write a cute little ditty to go along with that. So please, enjoy some fluffier than fluffy Ivar on this dreary Tuesday morning!

TW: none, just cuteness

Read my Only Daughters headcanons here 


“We’re going to have another sister.”

Ivar looks at his daughter, curled up against his side. Her wooden runestones are scattered in front of them in the mud, a jumble of symbols he knows but cannot interpret. He does not have his late mother’s gift. Inga does.

“Do the runes tell you that?” He asks, tucking the furs around the sleeping little one in his arms carefully. Katla makes a soft cooing noise, but does not wake. She is barely 2 winters old, and sleep comes easy. 

“I dreamt it,” Inga informs him, gathering the runes back up in her leather pouch. “Just last night. These runes are telling me we will have good fishing this year. You should tell the fishermen, they will be happy.”

Ivar cannot help but laugh softly. Inga may only be a child of 8 winters, but she is heavy with the gift of the seer. It makes her speak like a grown woman. His little old woman, he calls her. She hates it.

“I wish I could go in,” Jorunn sighs, looking wistfully behind her at the Great Hall. “I want to help!”

“Maybe next time, min elske,” Ivar says, trying pointedly to ignore the pout Jorunn sends his way. “Your mother did not want you to see, in case it was hard, like with Katla.”

“I am a big girl,” his healer child grumbles, and Ivar laughs again. The sound never fails to feel foreign, even after all these happy years.

“Papa! Eidunn refuses to give me back my axe!”

His oldest two children barrel towards him, clothes muddy and cheeks red from the chilly spring wind. Eidunn is grinning widely, Alfdis looks distraught.

“I won it fair. I knocked her down and took it while she tried to catch her breath,” Eidunn skids to a halt in front of him. “She did not keep her shield up.”

“Good work, Eidunn,” Ivar praises his flourishing shieldmaiden, and she practically vibrates with pride. “Alfdis, what have I told you about keeping your shield up? You will have your head taken off, and who will then be Queen after me?”

His eldest hangs her head in shame. “I know, Papa. Uncle Hvitserk has been yelling at me all morning. I will do better, I swear to Thor!”

“You must, and he will hold you to that,” Ivar’s voice is stern. His wife tells him he is too firm with his heir. He tells her she needs to be ready. The world does not accept soft rulers, and he will not have a daughter of his be unprepared. “Eidunn will keep your axe until you can win it back.”

“Yes, Papa,” her voice is somber, defeated. His heart gives a little pang. He used to be so much harder, he thinks. Then he had daughters, and he feels as soft and tender as freshly spun wool.

“Come here, ducklings,” he commands, and all his treasures flock to him like birds to a tree. “Shall we have a story while we wait?”

“Oh yes!” They all scramble to sit as close to him as possible. Katla stirs and opens her eyes, but does not move, content to listen from her warm cocoon. He begins one of their favourite tales: How the Serpent Defeated the Bear and the Dogs and Won Back His Kingdom. 

He is only halfway through when the doors to the Hall burst open behind him. His children jump up, excitement spreading on their eager young faces. His heart pounds suddenly in his chest. 

“Well? Out with it!”

“King Ivar, all is well,” the slave girl says breathlessly. “The Queen is requesting your presence.”

His daughters cheer; he allows himself a smile. He motions for Alfdis to take Katla while he grabs his crutches and stands. His girls rush ahead of him into the Hall, shrieking and laughing. 

He will admit his wife looks exhausted (childbearing is hard work, he does not envy her), but she greets him with a loving smile as their bed is overrun with happy daughters. 

“Jora will bring the baby back in a moment,” she says as he sits down beside her. He smooths her damp hair back from her forehead, leaning in to press his lips reverently to the smooth skin. Another birth, another day she lives. The gods smile upon the woman who holds his heart, and he is forever grateful. “She is just checking everything over, but she says the legs are fine.”

“Is it a son? Or am I to be outnumbered even further?” His voice is light; he does not really care. None of his children have his condition. He has children when he thought he’d never get them. He has already been given more than he could ever have dreamed. 

His wife looks guilty. Inga huffs as if she is insulted he would even ask. Jora chooses that moment to re enter the room. She crosses to the bed and he immediately holds out his arms. The weight of the bundle feels better than any spoils of war.

“Congratulations, my King,” the old midwife’s voice is full of mirth. “She is beautiful.”

His children erupt into happy squeals. Inga looks pleased with herself. His wife gives him a sheepish smile. He feels as if his heart may burst.

The babe in his arms stirs, perfect and healthy, her blue eyes piercing through him like the sun through the mist. He runs his hand over the soft downy fuzz on her head, the same colour as his. His sixth daughter. His sixth blessing. 

“Sorry,” his wife murmurs beside him, but he shushes her. 

“There is nothing to be sorry for. The gods have given me yet another healthy, beautiful child. Another duckling for my flock. I do not care that she is not a son. She is healthy and alive, and my blood lives on. Besides,” he grins at her, “there is always next time.”

She groans, but a smile spreads across her face. “There will be a next time, will there? Is not six children enough?”

He leans in to press his lips to hers. “I can never get enough of seeing you round with my child, or holding my newborn children." 

"Papa, stop kissing Mother and let us see our new sister,” Alfdis demands, and he pulls always from his sweet wife to allow his daughters to crowd around him. They coo over their baby sister, touching her reverently as she gazes serenely up at them. 

“What will we name her?” Jorunn asks. 

He looks at his wife. She looks back at him. They fought over names, as usual.
“Dagny,” Inga pipes up, and her young seer’s eyes get a far away look. “I dreamed that, too.”

“Dagny it is then,” he affirms, looking once again at the child cradled in his arms. She blinks her big blue eyes at him, mouth puckering into a quiet yawn. He leans down and presses his lips to her tiny cheek.

I will protect you, littlest duckling, he vows silently. I will show you how to be Viking, how to be a daughter of Ivar the Boneless. I will love you with everything that I am. I will give you a home, and all that that entails. I will let you be what you wish to be, whatever path the gods have chosen for you. You have my word.

He pulls back; his wife is smiling, unshed tears in her eyes. His daughters are already crowding back around him, each demanding to hold their new sister. He thinks about how far he has come, how much his life has changed. How an angry, bitter young man became a king, a husband, a father. How he has been granted more joy than he could ever have imagined. How he loves completely, and is wholeheartedly loved in return. 

One day, the sagas will sing of how Ivar, King of all Norway, conquered lands, slayed his enemies, spread his fame. He will be remembered for his deeds and his success, his cunning mind and his sharp blade.

But this, these moments, they are what he will remember his own life for. More than battles, more than glory, more than any riches. His personal saga is these happy little faces, the tender gaze of his wife, the beating of his full heart.

And with that, Ivar the Boneless is content.

Tuesday Recommendations

The fics listed below can be old or fairly new, so this has no timeline. Neither an order of preference. It’s just a bunch of stories I loved and I’d like to share with you.

Steve Rogers

  • Hold on For Me by @poorcap - It broke my heart and then fixed it, but it was so damn good, guys.
  • Shape of You by @gruzovoy-vagon - I literally felt tingles in my lady parts, it’s like Steve was really there. Hot, hot, hot! Please, listen to the song for maximum effect!
  • Hands on The Wheel by @angryschnauzer - Dammit, this one was so good because I’d literally act like that next to this man… and then do the exact same thing. Probably why I love it so much and the ending is hilarious! Please, read this one.
  • Steve’s Little Insecurity by @mllx-anazra - Dying of cuteness and fluff, this is so beatufiul! My Stevie I love so much.
  • Photograph by @callingmrsbarnes - Fluffy smut, honeymoon and Steve Rogers, why would you want more?
  • Captain by @callingmrsbarnes - Oh, my God. Dom!Steve, I’m all for that, but this one is amazing, perfect even. Everything. Everything about it is pure sin. Literally had to take a cold shower. The writing is perfect.

Chris Evans

  • Nightly Routine by @theycallmebecca - Short and pretty light in the smut, yet really nice and hot.
  • Manners by @poorcap - Words cannot explain how much I love Aly’s writing and this blog is one of my favorites out there. Please, check out her Masterlist and enjoy!
  • I Knew A Woman by @the-violent-peach - Wow. Bow down. So beautifully written, it’s gold… it’s gorgeous. This is pure art. I really, really want you to read this one!
  • Picture This by @ariallane - Aaaah, what girl never thought about being a photographer and work with the hottest sweethearts in the planet. Like seriously. Read this, it’s so cool and another major turn on in this fic… DA FAMOUS RED BELT! Also, go read the Snowed In mini series, worth it!
  • Satisfied by @rookbcdhi - Discovered it on AO3 and finally found it on Tumblr after four months! Read and you’ll probably understand why I didn’t give up.

The problem is
I still call myself a woman
and every time it drops from my mouth
the word feels like a bar of soap slipping
through my fingers,
fish out of water,
something I wish I could reel back into myself.
I call myself a woman and it feels like an accident:
like a six car pile-up just outside city limits, like
you were so close to home.
You were so close.
You could have been exactly
what they wanted you to be
when they wrapped you in a pink blanket,
when the doctor said girl
and they were so happy.
But how could the word woman
feel like such a stranger
when I have been wearing it my entire life?

The problem is
my gender is language I cannot speak, yet.
I go wide-eyed-jealous, sticky-handed child
reaching for the bodies of the strong-limbed boys
I have always wanted to look like.
I think of how many things I’d be willing to give up
so that I could look so long, so that I could look so flat,
look so sharp and so boy.
But my curves are something I am not ready
to be divorced of, yet.
I look down at my body and think
no, I will not abandon you. Not yet, not again,
not like the rest of them.
I think—Girl.
I think—Girl.
I think,
Girl, you have been unwanted in so many hands.
And I can’t turn traitor to my own powder pink.
I can’t bleed the woman out of my lungs.
I have tried.
She does
Instead, I wear woman like a coat two sizes too small.
It doesn’t fit, anymore, but it smells like home.

When I was thirteen, all my daydreams
were technicolor:
taking these heavy, useless things
on the front of my body
and chopping them off with a hacksaw.
I say I want the reduction because my back hurts–
because they have crippled my body into
something unusable.
What I am afraid to admit
is I want the reduction
because I don’t want
them, anymore.

What do you do when you are given the choice
between two costumes
and neither of them has enough elbow room?
What do you do when the word woman
is the only one that shares all the violence
that’s been done to you for daring to look so
What do you do when the word woman isn’t
wrong—it’s just not the whole story?
And you don’t have a word for your story.
What do you do when you love that word–
woman. Girl. She. Her. Her’s–
but you don’t like how it looks on you.
But “he” just looks like it’s missing something–
the word man has never belonged to me without
woman in front of it.

all these words feel like an ancient text
that don’t have the degrees to decipher.
They don’t make sense to me.
I don’t want them. But I live in a society that says
I have to be one or the other, that there is no
in-between, just accidentally mismatching
of body parts. At the end of the day, I have no quarrel
with my body—only the things everyone else seems
to assign to it. Only these words that feel useless
up against the person I have worked so hard
to love.
Only woman: ill-fitting as it sometimes is.
What I want to know, is
am I allowed to hold woman at arm’s length
and love it like my favorite dress?
Am I allowed to put it down
when it is too heavy
to carry?


i know i’m just going to be one in a long line of many but i have to talk about wonder woman.

i’m 27 years old. i have seen hundreds of movies in theaters, been to midnight showings, stood in line for hours to get to see my favorite films. and never once, not once, did i leave a theater feeling the way wonder woman made me feel. 

i texted my brother immediately after and asked “is this what boys feel like when they leave movies all the time?”. because i had never experienced this - a movie made for my gaze. for the female gaze. 

and at first i didn’t realize it, but as i watched the movie my jaw was on the floor. no over-sexualization. no “caring makes you weak”. no “she’s the hero but let’s have the man save her once”. 

it is a movie made with women in mind. 

i’m 27 years old and i’ve never seen a blockbuster movie that was aimed at my point of view. that understood my point of view.

she’s a hero made for women. this isn’t to say men won’t love wonder woman, they will, but she isn’t here for male pleasure. and it was honestly the most refreshing thing i’ve ever seen.

there are hundreds of things i loved about wonder woman, i could make a hundred different text posts about it and maybe i will, but if nothing else i had to make one about this. 

wonder woman made me feel heard. seen. acknowledged. empowered. 

and i will forever be grateful for that. 

How Any Brown Sugar Baby Can Turn a Vanilla Man Into Her SD

    It is the question that I’ve been asked the most:

Hi Shea! I love your blog and all of the advice you give! But I don’t see anything about how to turn a vanilla man that you meet into an SD. Do you have any advice on how to do that?

Best friend, I do have a few thoughts on it. In fact, it’s one of the topics that consume my mind the most. I haven’t wanted to speak on it because I wasn’t quite sure of my answers. I am now. I’m sure that some of what I’m saying is going to be controversial and make a few of you roll your eyes. I’m sure that some of you are going to find what I have to say discouraging, so discouraging in fact that you ignore and continue to send me messages hoping that I’m going to give you an easy quick answer. However, I’ve committed to telling the truth here no matter how embarrassed, nervous, or scared it may make me. I can’t change that commitment now.

The Truth Is You Can’t Make an Ordinary Man a Sugar Daddy

Let me clarify before you back away from this post in horror. Cheap men are cheap men. Like racists, it is not your job to help them see the light. You did not become a sugar baby to convince men to become your SD. You became a sugar baby to get paid. The only person that can make a cheap man generous is that cheap man. Do not beat yourself over the head trying to convince a man to spoil you. Don’t waste time with the wrong guy. Put on some makeup, style your hair, and go freestyle until you find the right one.

The beautiful part of this is that these men know! They know that they cannot have a young, beautiful woman and not take care of her. THEY KNOW! The ones that say they don’t do these things are the ones that do so because they’ve been able to get away with it so far or because they think they can avoid playing the game by the rules. When you run across these men don’t engage with them. I repeat: do not engage. If he asks where you’d like to go to dinner, you tell him and he says he’d prefer that you spend time in his home or yours, LEAVE HIM and find a man that jumps up and says yes. Will this take time? Yes. Will it be hard? Yes. Will it be tedious? Yes. Is it the only way to find success? Yes.

Be Honest About your Standards, What You Expect, and What You Want.

Why are you a sugar baby? What do you hope to get from this experience? What type of man are you looking for? What items do you need? What are the goals, hopes, and dreams that sugaring will help you move towards? Understand that the only wrong answers to these questions are the ones that you think you need to have in order to be accepted by the rest of the babies in the bowl. I thought being a sugar baby was about raking in allowances and for a time I did have that. The majority of my time as a sugar baby, however, was spent getting gifts. I made sure that they were the right gifts. They were what I needed to write my first novel and start working on my second and third. They were the art supplies that I needed to explore who I was as a painter. Would Louboutins have been lovely? Yes. Would I love to get a Neverfull or an Artsy from Louis? Fuck yes. Would any of those items have gotten me closer to starting my own business the way a MacBook, iPad Pro, iPhone, and over $500 in art supplies have? No. Know why you’re here best friend and don’t get distracted if what or how much you need isn’t deemed acceptable by others in the bowl.

Be honest about your standards. Know how you can be treated. Know how you can be talked to. Know what your red flags and your causes for immediate dismissal are. Know what places you’ll eat in, what activities you’ll participate in.

Once You’ve Set Your Standards Don’t Deviate From Them

Your standards are iron clad. You do not adjust your deal breakers for a man because you’re tired of looking. You don’t do it because he promised you something great. We don’t do shit for free. You have made rules for who you are and how you will exist in the sugar bowl. If a man does not want to follow them if he ridicules or mocks you, if he attempts to talk you out of them, don’t engage. It is not your job to educate him or explain to him why you’re doing what you’re doing. It is your job to get paid. Time is money. Stop wasting it on a man that already told you he can’t give you what you want and go find a man that can. And understand that if you waiver in your standards and deal breakers, he will too. Why should he respect something when you don’t?

Don’t Be Afraid to Open Your Mouth and Ask

You have a man that has been amenable to whatever you want so far. He has agreed to dinner in the place you suggested. While there, he didn’t give signs that he was cheap and out of his depth. Now what? Well, the answer to that question is both simple and difficult. If you are desperate for money or help, this won’t work for you. Tell the man about your dreams and hopes. Tell him about the things you want to accomplish in the next month. Talk about the problems you have (but only if you can do it in a way that doesn’t make you seem like a charity case in need of rescuing. If you can’t do this keep quiet. Don’t bombard him on the first date with tales of woe about your family and living situation) and the solutions you have for them. Be excited about it all. Be infectious and bubbly. Be ready to conquer the world. That type of enthusiasm is intoxicating.

I told one of my gift daddy’s about my laptop being broken and how hurt about it I was because I really wanted to build my blog (this one!) and eventually write a novel. In fact, I’d already looked into the writing process. He showed up with a laptop within a week or two.

On my first date with Bentley, he showed up with a gift card for my favorite art supply store. On our second date, we used that gift card then some. Then we went to the Apple store. He had more fun shopping than I did.

I did not get the gifts that I got because I am a master at the sugar game. In fact, I admit over and over how many mistakes I make. I got those gifts because I was excited about my dreams. I was vocal about them. I sought their opinions and made them feel like an integral part of my team. I got them invested. No one likes to hand out money to strangers. No one likes to give away money. But when they feel they’re investing in a person or relationship? People love that. Use it. Open up your mouth and talk about what you need and why.

Don’t Be Afraid to Let Go of the Wrong Men

I’ve said it already but it bears repeating. Let these men go. The moment you feel like they aren’t a good fit, the second you realize they have no intention of providing you with what you need, the instant they disrespect you or your time. You didn’t become a sugar baby to waste your time. You became a sugar baby to get paid. Stop wasting time with the wrong men. I don’t want to hear your excuses or complaints. Why? Because you’re just staying with that man because it’s comfortable. You’re just there because you’re tired of working and you just want a break. Pull your shit together. Get back to work bitch. Sugaring ain’t easy. If it were, everyone would be doing it. You said you wanted in this life. It’s time to fucking act like it. Dump that loser and go find the man that falls over himself to give you what you need for as long as you decide you need him.

Best friend, is some of this harsh? Yeah. Yeah, it is. But I’m telling you this because you need to hear it. I’m doing it because I love you and I want to see all of your wildest dreams come true. You can do anything you set your mind to as long as you pick yourself up and do the work. You’ve got this. Send me a message or leave a note in the comments letting me know what you think.

I don’t see enough people talking about Barry and Lup’s relationship. Like fuck, we got a canon trans woman in a happy, loving relationship….that doesn’t go bad or end in death (well….you know what I mean.) Barry loves Lup. He thinks she’s beautiful. He doesn’t have feelings “in spite” or even because of her being trans. Her being trans is not brought up as an issue or even mentioned in context of their relationship.

They’re just two people in love, one of whom happens to be trans. I cannot even begin to express how grateful I am for them and how it was handled and represented. It makes me emotional to think about

okay but I love how the first time Steve sees Diana he says wow (because the Most Beautiful Woman in the World has just dragged him out of the ocean) and that’s, like, the moment of Attraction obviously but it isn’t the moment he falls in love. the moment he falls in love, to me, is when they’re on the boat and she says “I must go kill Ares and fight for those who cannot fight for themselves” (or something along those lines) and he just looks at her and smiles and damn, he knows it’s over.

On Julian’s Dramatics

A certain plague doctor broke your heart?  Sucked you dry like a leech?

Come right here, let’s talk. 

So a lot of the fandom is devastated from the *ahem* last scene of Julian’s route, some might be even questioning their choice of Love Interest.  There is a lot of discussion / frustration at Julian, and I am here, always the contrarian, to explain why his actions make sense for his character, and why I really enjoyed his route this update.

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