work made a slave out of me

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“I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you. I think I was twelve. It took me three years to pluck up the courage to speak to you. And I was so scared about the way I felt, you know, loving a girl, So I learned how to become a sarcastic bitch to kind of feel normal. I screwed guys to make it go away, but it didn’t work. When we got together it scared the shit out of me. Because you were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed you away. I made you think things were your fault. But really I was just terrified of pain. I screwed that girl, Sophia, to kind of spite you for having that hold on me, and I’m a total fucking coward because I got these tickets to Goa for us three months ago, But I, I couldn’t stand… I didn’t want to be a slave to the way I feel about you, can you understand? You were trying to punish me back and it’s horrible. It’s so horrible, because really… I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much, and it’s killing me.”

Acceptance of the Mating Bond

maybe it’s just me, or maybe I read it wrong and/or need to read it again, but accepting the mating bond seems super sexist. and I wouldn’t be surprised, considering the Fae (other than our three baby bats) are kind of sexist. 

in order for the mating bond to be accepted, the female has to cook food and the male has to eat it. and right off the bat before the couple has a chance to even fall in love and be mates, it’s already set up for the whole “the woman slaves in the kitchen and the man does the real work”

Rhys said that the mating bond made a fae feral, bringing them back to their animalistic beings/roots, the need to get the female pregnant as soon as possible. and considering the Fae are more like animals than people, that didn’t surprise me. also, shout out to Rhys again for telling Feyre it was NOT her job to supply heirs for him. 

but we don’t all get a Rhysand. and honestly I would be afraid of my mating bond, if it meant it was going to reduce me to a cooking-sex-child-bearing machine. this is probably why most mates don’t get their happy endings (Rhys’s parents didn’t love each other, Beron mistreats his wife, and those are the few that we know). 

a mating bond begins with basically telling the male his female is only supposed to a) cook for him b) give him pleasure and c) bear his children. forget the whole “equals in every way” if they were equals in every way, why can’t the man cook and the woman can sit back and eat the meal, debating on whether she wants this mating bond. 

also, the female doesn’t have to cook, and she doesn’t have to accept the mating bond, which is honestly the only good part i can see about this. but honestly, who would say no to such a precious mating bond. (but I feel like a male (hello Beron, talking about you) could still force her). but even if she accepts that this male is her mate and that she’s supposed to be loved, cherish, protected, etc. by him, she’s degrading herself. 

but those are just my thoughts.

“I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you. I think I was twelve. It took me three years to pluck up the courage to speak to you. And I was so scared about the way I felt. You know, loving a girl. So I learned how to become a sarcastic bitch to kind of feel normal. I screwed guys to make it go away, but it didn’t work. When we got together it scared the shit out of me. Because you were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed you away. I made you think things were your fault. But really I was just terrified of pain. I didn’t want to be a slave to the way I feel about you, can you understand? You were trying to punish me back and it’s horrible. It’s so horrible, because really, I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much, and it’s killing me.”

Skins (2007-2013)

My perception of fitness

Has changed drastically throughout the years.

When I first started, I wanted to be as skinny as possible. I thought that was the goal. I barely ate, and did cardio until I wasted away. 

When I first began lifting, I wanted to be skinny, but be “toned.” I looked to weights as a new way to prove myself in the gym, to differentiate myself from “other girls.”

When I first gained weight, I wanted it to be gone forever. I felt like a balloon. I ignored the strides that my strength had made, and only focused on the negative. I felt like a failure for someone who was devoted to working out.

When I first became interested in bikini competitions, the thought of being on stage as lean and ripped as possible after slaving away for weeks to reach an unmaintainable physique seemed like the greatest thing ever. I was willing to sacrifice my mental sanity and balanced lifestyle to prance around on a platform and have people tell me how good I looked.

When I first became comfortable with myself, I realized how silly all of my past goals were. What really matters is that working out and lifting brings joy to my life, not stress and agony. I don’t want to be as skinny as possible, I don’t want to be as lean as possible, I don’t want to subtract anything away from who I am. I want to lift and get strong. I want to bring enjoyment and have a great outlet for my frustrations in life. 

It’s time to stop looking to fitness as a way to subtract from yourself, and instead, look to it as a way to add enjoyment and fulfillment. 

White guilt from a black person’s point of view, and why it needs to end

As a freshman in high school I had took part in a class about how culture shapes society our society and colors our view of the world. One day while we discussed the Trans-Atlantic slave trade I made a comment about how my ancestors from untold centuries ago were taken from Africa and sold to a Barbadian plantation owner to work the sugar fields. After class a girl who was usually very quiet came up to me and said that her some of her ancestors manned slave ships and that she was sorry for what they did. I told her not to be and that it had nothing to do with her but she insisted it was somehow her fault. 

That confusing conversation introduced me to the ugly little concept we call white guilt, something that pops up a worrying amount on this site and in real life, and it needs to end. 

I’m not going to sit here and pretend that your culture has no bearing on your personality, Its is the foundation of your upbringing, the anchor of your beliefs, and the guiding light of your morals. But for all that culture gives you, it cannot give you the responsibility for your ancestor’s decisions. No, it should be your actions that define you as a person and not those of a long dead predecessor. 

You were not the one stealing my ancestors from their home, the one who beat and killed them for wanting to be treated like a human, or the one who bought and sold them like commodities. But by the same token I have not suffered under the crack of the whip, chains of slavery, or being worked to death like some sort of draft animal. We are a product of these people and the culture they created, but for all they have given us we are not them.

No one should ever feel ashamed to exist, especially because of things they had no control over. People can be horrible, and I’m not excusing that, but dwelling on mistakes you didn’t make is unhealthy and gets us nowhere.

Prejudices aren’t going to magically go away and anyone who tells you that racism is dead has never seen the news. These are serious issues which permeate every level of our society, but we cannot let transgressions from a past we had no hand in shaping define who we are as human beings and how we see others. We should never forget the past, lest it be born again in another form, however its high both sides learned to forgive.

Is this going to solve all of our social ills, of course not. There are still going to be horrible people, racist people, and bigots. But forgiveness is the first step on the long journey ahead of us. 


I’m sorry if this turned into a rant/rambling mess. I just needed a place to vent some frustration and this seemed as good as anywhere else.

I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you. I think I was twelve. It took me three years to pluck up the courage to speak to you. And I was so scared about the way I felt, you know, loving a girl, So I learned how to become a sarcastic bitch to kind of feel normal. I screwed guys to make it go away, but it didn’t work. When we got together it scared the shit out of me. Because you were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed you away. I made you think things were your fault. But really I was just terrified of pain. I screwed that girl, Sophia, to kind of spite you for having that hold on me, and I’m a total fucking coward because I got these tickets to Goa for us three months ago, But I, I couldn’t stand… I didn’t want to be a slave to the way I feel about you, can you understand? You were trying to punish me back and it’s horrible. It’s so horrible, because really… I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much, and it’s killing me.
—  Naomi Campbell (Skins UK)
I loved you from the first time I saw you. I think I was 12. It took me 3 years to pluck up the courage to speak to you and I was so scared of the way I felt, you know, loving a girl. I learned how to become a sarcastic bitch just to make it feel normal. I screwed guys to make it go away but it didn’t work. When we got together, it scared the shit out of me because you were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed you away. I made you think things were your fault but really, I was just terrified of pain. I screwed that girl, Sophia, to kind of spite you for having that hold on me and I’m a total fucking coward because I got these, these tickets to Goa 3 months ago but I… I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want to be a slave to the way I feel about you. Can you understand? You were trying to punish me back and it’s horrible. It’s so horrible because, really, I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much it’s killing me.
—  Naomi Campbell
  • Ahsoka: Thank you for that tip, Anakin.
  • Anakin: You caught them, then?
  • Ahsoka: Yes—a whole nest of slave runners working out of Coruscant.
  • Anakin: I imagine you imprisoned them?
  • Ahsoka: Sadly, they never made it to prison.
  • Anakin: You always know how to make me smile, Ahsoka.
I spent my days under the slavery of Amir'ul-Mu'minin (a.s) in such a way that he used to feed me first then eat himself. First he clothed me then he wore himself. One day the Imam purchased two shirts. He saw that the shirt of Salman Farsi was patched at many places. So he gave one shirt to him and told me to put on the second. I said that the Imam’s shirt was also quite worn out, but he said, “You wear it. I will buy another one for myself when it is possible.” He never awoke me for some errand and never made me work when I was sick. He never gave me tasks beyond my strength or capacity. The Imam tried to free me many times but I implored and pleaded the Imam not to do so.
—  Qambar, the slave of Imam Ali (a.s)
I loved you from the first time I saw you. I think I was 12. It took me three years to pluck up the courage to speak to you. And I was so scared of the way I felt - you know, loving a girl, that I learned how to become a sarcastic bitch just to make it feel normal. I screwed guys to make it go away, but it didn’t work. When we got together it scared the shit out of me because you were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed you away, I made you think things were your fault, but really I was just terrified of pain. I screwed that girl Sophia to kind of spite you for having that hold on me, and I’m a total fucking coward because I got these… these ticket to go for us three months ago. But I couldn’t stand… I didn’t want to be a slave to the way I feel about you. Can you understand? You were trying to punish me back and it’s horrible… it’s so horrible because really, I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much it’s killing me.
—  Naomi to Emily, Skins 4x08 “Everyone”
I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you. I think I was twelve. It took me three years to pluck up the courage to speak to you. And I was so scared of the way I felt. You know, loving a girl. I learned how to become a sarcastic bitch to make it feel normal. I screwed guys to make it go away, but it didn’t work. When we got together, it scared the shit out of me, because you were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed you away. I made you think things were your fault. But really I was just terrified of pain. I screwed that girl Sophia to kind of spite you for having that hold on me. And I’m a total fucking coward because… (takes tickets out of bag) I got these. These tickets to Goa for us three months ago. But I, I couldn’t stand… I didn’t want to be a slave to the way I feel about you. Can you understand? You were trying to punish me back and it’s horrible. It’s so horrible…. because, really… I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much and it’s killing me
—  Naomi to Emily, bringing me back to my angsty, heartbroken teenage self again every time I watch this scene.

I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you. I think I was twelve. It took me three years to pluck up the courage to speak to you. And I was so scared about the way I felt, you know, loving a girl. So I learned how to become a sarcastic bitch to kind of feel normal. I screwed guys to make it go away, but it didn’t work. When we got together it scared the shit out of me. Because you were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed you away. I made you think things were your fault. But really I was just terrified of pain. I screwed that girl, Sophia, to kind of spite you for having that hold on me, and I’m a total fucking coward because I got these tickets to Goa for us three months ago, but I, I couldn’t stand… I didn’t want to be a slave to the way I feel about you, can you understand? You were trying to punish me back and it’s horrible. It’s so horrible, because really… I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much, and it’s killing me.

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I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you, I think I was 12. It took me 3 years to pluck up the courage to speak to you and I was so scared of the way I felt, you know, loving a girl, that I learned how to become a sarcastic bitch just to make it feel normal. I screwed guys to make it go away, but it didn’t work. When we got together it scared the shit out of me because you were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed you away, I made you think things were your fault, but really I was just terrified of pain. I screwed that girl, Sophia, to kind of spite you for having that hold on me and I’m a total fucking coward, because… I got… these, these tickets to Goa for us 3 months ago. But I, I couldn’t stand… I didn’t want to be a slave to the way I feel about you. Can you understand? You were trying to punish me back, and it’s horrible, it’s so horrible because, really, I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much and it’s killing me.