yes you get your own tag now and i don't even do that sort of thing

anonymous asked:

Yes, Dee, you really should be working. Bet your horses and their owners miss you when you spend all day on here. Why don't you be a regular fan & stop spreading lies & conspiracy theories about Sam & Cait. Wonder what the uni would think of Professor McD's wife being such an obsessed out of touch with reality fanatic. And it would really be embarrassing for K to know that her mother is considered an Outlander tinhatter. Light shipping with no conspiracy theories spread is the way to go, Dee.

Awww, anon, am I spending too much time on Tumblr for your tastes? Debunking too many of your sacred, but not very well supported opinions? Sorry about that- but what I choose to do with the publicly available information that is available to me is my prerogative, as also is how I spend my free time. That’s the time when I am not working. My tag line is a bit of humour, anon, not to be taken seriously. All the work gets done and then some, anon, never worry about that!
And speaking of publicly available information, I see that you have also availed yourself of some and done some poking about as to me and my family. No problem as far as I am concerned, or my family either. It is, after all, publicly available information and you are quite welcome to it. But you leave me at something of a social disadvantage, anon, in that you presume to address me on a first name basis- but, as you have chosen to remain anonymous-I don’t yet have your name to reciprocate properly with our first name basis communications. Oh, well, I suppose there is nothing for it but to just go on addressing you as “anon” until you see fit to introduce yourself.
But I suppose I should now get down to answering your questions. Since you have troubled yourself to learn so much about me it’s the least I can do to reciprocate your interest!

First, my clients are all quite aware of my blog, and of its direction. In fact we often laugh about the absurdities of social media, and the proclivities of certain of its users to take it upon themselves to tell others how they should think. ( that’s a polite way to say “NSTer, anon)

And then there is my husband, who as you point out, anon, is indeed a professor. He was a little miffed to learn about your interest in him, anon, but only because your research seems to have failed to turn up, and refer to him by, his actual job title. He is actually a Distinguished Professor- which means he holds an endowed chair, anon, which means he is a very important part of his department, he teaches the advanced courses, sits on important committees, oh, and he also has tenure. Which means that it doesn’t really matter to him, or to his uni, what sort of things his wife might choose to do with her spare time. Even if that thing is to be an “obsessed out of touch with reality fanatic” lol! He is also well aware of my blog, and it’s content. In fact we both get a really good laugh together most mornings when he shares with me the latest political news a la Trump and friends, and I fill him in on the latest fandom happenings (that’s also a polite way to say “NSTer happenings, anon)

And then there is my lovely daughter, anon. I am so glad you didn’t leave her out of this as I am always happy to talk about her- that’s what parents love to do! She’s also well aware of my blog, and it’s content as well, anon. In fact she was the one who got me started in Tumblr. She ran a fandom blog in another fandom for several years and is also well aware of ships and shipping- and how the term "tinhatter” is applied to any ship that an individual disagrees with (which is a polite way of saying “NSTer”, anon)

So now that the pleasantries are sorted, anon, let’s get down to your real reason for writing. The conspiracy thing. You advocate “light shipping” for me, but there is no such thing. Not in the dictionary, not in the Urban Dictionary, and not even on Google. It doesn’t exist as a word, or a concept. It is only a “thing” in the minds of certain bloggers. The truth is, anon, you either ship it or you don’t. No heavy or light to it.
And as to any “conspiracies” that is also a thing that comes with the territory in this fandom. The position of both sides requires there to be a “conspiracy” for their position to exist. The Sam Cait ship requires the “official” narrative of Sam and other girls to be a put on. And the Samzie ship requires the whole of the matter between Sam and Cait, as displayed by them their own selves, to be a put on. Either way someone is doing a put on, anon, it’s just a difference of opinion as to who.

When I add it up I get sam and Cait, as do my family and friends. Others get a different answer. So be it. Live and let live, and it is all public information after all. It’s not illegal, or even immoral to form opinions about it. Or to print those opinions or discussions.

And that brings me to your last point, anon. The implication that I am putting my family at risk by looking at publicly available information, and printing my opinions about it. Or that I am doing something wrong that I, or they, would not want known about.
It’s obvious that is not the case. If I was doing wrong, and if you were actually someone with the power to do something about that, then we would be having this communication via letterhead, and not via an anonymous submission to my Tumblr blog.

And maybe you should ask yourself what it is that you are really saying when you resort to threats to try to silence the words what you claim to be nothing more than an “obsessed, out of touch with reality fanatic”. If I was truly just a “tinhatter” shouldn’t it be easy to simply ignore me the same way that everyone ignores the homeless guy who stands on the busy intersection preaching loudly, every day, about the end of he world which according to him is directly upon us?
Instead you take the time out of your life to research my family and compose implicit threats- and no one likes to waste time. That tells me that my words are not meaningless. That tells me that my words are believable- and that they are believable enough to cause a threat to your worldview. And that you had no facts at hand, or even a good argument to make to refute them. No reason to need me silenced otherwise that I can see. There really isn’t a higher compliment

So thanks, anon, for taking the time out of your day so send me such a gracious compliment. My family and I send you our regards. Sorry we can’t thank you personally at this time since you are still anonymous, but perhaps in time you will feel comfortable introducing yourself. Or maybe not, since your choice to remain anonymous rather confirms the view that revealing your true identity would also be a reveal that you are in fact nobody whose opinion actually matters- or you would be using your real name and revealing that your opinion DOES matter after all. But this all is making even my eyes roll, anon, so take care of yourself, anon, whoever you are!
Until then- Cheers!

anonymous asked:

I'm really getting sick of animentality's anti ereri posts. They're the reason I'm afraid of looking up the tag for my favorite ship. Yes, eremin has undoubtedly more canon evidence than ereri, and I understand the frustration of having a ship that's obviously more meaningful than the more popular one, but to cross tag and rub it in the faces of shippers who don't outright lash at other ships involving Levi and Eren....? I honestly feel like shit rn.

I’m sorry, Anon. I know it’s hard to keep from lashing right back at them for hating on a ship that’s not particularly hurting them, but the only thing we can do is stay silent. It makes me sad and frustrated when even Ereri/Riren shippers do the same to others by saying things like, “Ereri is more canon than yours” or “The only ship that’s canon is Ereri” and I want to tell them, no I’m sorry, it’s not. Every ship in Attack on Titan has a possibility, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to be canon. Everyone has the right to ship whoever they want because they can. And as much as I hate to say it, everyone is entitled to their own opinion as well. If people could understand that you don’t have to send hate and force your opinion on someone else, maybe everyone in the snk fandom would get along, but that’s just wishful thinking. We just have to suck it up and be responsible adults. Getting angry at others would only make things worse for the Ereri and Riren fanbase.

Don’t worry, I know exactly how you feel, Anon. There were times when I just wanted to blow up and tell them that if Eren and Levi were to ever get together, that they would not be an abusive relationship, but rather a relationship dependent on constant physical contact. Contrary to popular belief, Levi and Eren would be perfectly compatible with one another. They have been through the same exact past and present. The only thing that separates them is that Eren has experienced all this at such a young age and Levi sees that. He understands. If anything, Levi is like a father/mentor of sorts to Eren. We all know it won’t be canon, but is that going to stop us from reading between the lines and wanting to warp reality into a fantasy? No.

Just stay strong, Anon. It’ll only get harder from here. Especially once the second season comes out and the Ereri/Riren haters make a comeback after being in subtle hiding for so long. I mean, we’re already witnessing it unfold. Like you said, people are sending more hate into the tags than they have been in quite a while and it’s making each and every one of us feel like shit. It’s unfair. Their ship has the same possibility of becoming a reality just like ours (except Ymir and Christa,  they’re canon) and that hurts. To know that your ship will most likely never happen, hurts, it hurts a lot. But we’re lucky enough to change that perception. We’re fortunate enough to piece and ship characters together in loving relationships, and that’s a very beautiful thing to have. And because of that, what is even remotely beautiful or innocent to one person or a group of people, is instantly ugly and disgusting to someone else. And that’s the harsh truth. The only problem is, is that no one wants to accept what has clearly been put into their hands.

There will always be people who won’t respect a person’s ship because something about it either offends or terrifies them in someway to the point that they want to tell the world about it. And I can understand that, but telling others to kill themselves and to feel like shit for shipping two characters together? That needs to fucking stop. Now, I know there are other haters who are decent enough to keep quiet about their opinion for private conversations, and that’s awesome. Keep it up. Go rant to a friend or family member about it, just don’t threaten or attack someone individually or as a whole simply because you want to rub your “canon” ship in someone else’s face because it makes your ship feel “superior” over another. What really frustrates me and gets me going is why do people keep sending so much hate to others if they, themselves, don’t particularly like getting hate either? I don’t know. It frustrates me.

Anyways, as someone who ships literally anything and everything, there are some ships that I don’t particularly like in the snk fandom, but that doesn’t mean that I like to shove my opinion down their throats. To be honest, even if I don’t like it, I still low-key ship them because I can understand why others do. I just won’t go read and write fanfictions about them. But once I see fanart or cosplay, I’m like “I don’t ship it, but that’s some awesome fanart/cosplay”.

I’m sorry for going on a rant :’) I always get carried away with this kind of stuff, but just know that I’m here if you ever wanna talk about it, okay?

I hope you have an amazing day, Anon 😊

Originally posted by xunicornyx

nessaelanesse  asked:

Hey, I'm really sorry to bother you and I hope I'm not out of line but I just read your newest post about your stomach and I'm curious... Do you have any idea what's wrong? See, I've got something similar and for the last year and a half I've been living on rice, chicken and the few veggies that don't make me sick. I've lost a third of my original weight, but all the doctors I've gone too have no idea what's wrong! Which is why I'm asking. I hope I'm not out of line and I wish you the best day!!

Not a damn clue. My diagnosis currently ranges from “you’re overweight try losing weight” (no longer valid since I dropped fucking 20lbs in a month and likely wasn’t valid for most of my symptoms to begin with) it’s “just” IBS (a chronic condition unto itself which too few people including doctors seem to realize and dismiss as non life impacting simply because it’s “common”) leaky gut caused by allergies (previously thought to be celiac but repeatedly tested negative for) chronic GERD (somewhat more under control than it was to the point when I am off my meds which worsened the other symptoms) vocal chord dysfunction (previously misdiagnosed as asthma which before that was misdiagnosed as purely anxiety when in fact the reason I was panicking was because I couldn’t breathe) “it’s just anxiety” (which yes I have anxiety, but I’ve realized a LOT of it was being caused by allergies causing a near constant adrenaline response so that was fun. Nice to know I was on sedatives as a teenager because no one bothered to listen to me when I said eating XYZ hurt), hormonal problems (despite my hormones always being “normal”), and last but not least “I mean, it could be fibromyalgia or an autoimmune disease, your symptoms are kind of hard to pin down”. That latter part being a direct quote from a doctor. 

I’ve also had severe issues with my teeth, which since I have switched to a holistic dentist, have largely been resolved. (Still in pain, but every time he does something my health bounces up a notch so it’s a process I’ll be working with him toward fixing over the next few years. He even suspects I might have been getting mercury poisoning from some seriously dangerously over the limit leaking amalgam fillings I got in my early teens. He’s also the only dentist willing to remove my root canal teeth because they’ve never fully healed.)

So. Yea. I have some of my own possible theories that it might be SIBO which many doctors here in the US seem reluctant to even admit is a real thing (my current dr certainly doesn’t and will not test for it despite it being an easy culture test to do) and some possible genetic fuckery/immune system bullshit. Both my parents are extremely ill people with very similar issues, my dad even has an autoimmune disease he doesn’t care enough to even remember the name of so I can’t just narrow the field and test directly for that. Thanks dad.

The difference between me and them is I am actively trying to get a diagnosis and claw some semblance of health/sanity back before I turn into a hermit resigned to dying young. 

A big thing for me seems to be allergies/intolerances which have sprung up in the last few years. (Rice is the first thing doctors recommend for eating “plain” food but it’s actually a huge trigger food for a LOT of people) Eating only organic seems to have helped (suggesting a preservative allergy, which my allergist just kind of said “I believe you, but there’s no reliable test for it so just…don’t eat them”) 

Which is where you find me at now, two years down the rabbit hole of trying to get an accurate diagnosis. As for asking questions, it’s entirely okay to ask questions. I’ve pretty much wound up documenting my chronic health issues because a) it was helping me to keep track of things and then b) my blog got popular due to shenanigans and then a bunch of other people started going “HEY ME TOO” and we’ve created a sort of exhausted support group for each other and also c) the number of people who message me on a daily basis to tell me it helps them to know they are not alone is just…I’ve cried twice today at some of the messages I’ve gotten, and at the time of typing this it’s not even noon. 

I do not mind being public with any of this because gods help me if someone can figure out some small puzzle piece of their life from me falling apart then in some small way it will be worth it. Cause I know what that feeling is like. And I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Chronic health issues are so incredibly isolating.

So yea…next step I’m off to see a natruopathic/functional medicine doctor (yes I made sure they are licensed physicians and not just crazy hippies) in the hopes that she might have some answers for me, or is at least willing to listen to me, which uh, yeah, the more you refuse to accept suffering to be your way of life, many doctor’s don’t seem to appreciate. I had my GI doctor tell me I shouldn’t google my symptoms and just accept the fact that the meds he prescribed for the chronic GERD would dissolve my intestines which, hahahahah, ha. No. I do not accept that. Not even a little bit.

anonymous asked:

(1/2) Hey! So I don't feel comfortable with worshiping or anything due to past experiences with the Catholic church but I want to incorporate Greek Gods and Goddesses into my life, but I feel like I would be doing it wrong without worshiping them. Like I basically want them to be there for me and I can give them offerings in return if they want. I just want to live my life for myself and not have it be directed by anyone/anything but I do want them to help guide me of that makes sense. Is it

(2/2) is it okay if my path is so different as long as I’m very upfront about it with the god or goddess I’m talking to? Sorry for the long ask I just came to terms with this. Thank you!

Okay, I’m going to do my best to break this down as simply as I can. I’m going to be very blunt: 

What you are asking is to have deities do things for you without doing the work in return. 

Yes, I see that you said you were willing to offer to them if they want. But by saying you are not interested in worshiping the Theoi, you are essentially saying you want them to “be there” for you without any of the commitment, work, or sweat on your part. And I’m going to blunt again, I think that’s very disrespectful. 

Listen, I understand that past experiences with religion can be very, VERY tough to get over, and that you may never truly be comfortable with organized religion or even religion in general. But if you want deities to look to, if you want to be guided by the Theoi, you must put in the work of worship before they will do anything for you. 

There is a concept in Hellenic Polytheism (worship of the Greek gods, or Theoi) called kharis. Kharis is basically your relationship with any given Theos. It’s sort of like, the brownie points you’ve built up through worship, devotion, and other religious work. This concept is very, very important. Building kharis is crucial to having a healthy relationship with any given Theos, because if you don’t have a lot of it, and simply ask for things, without giving in return, you’re much more likely to either a) not receive the help you are asking for or b) even face consequences for expecting help that hasn’t been earned. 

Now, I do want to emphasize this, after clearing all of that up. Your life still belongs to you. Your life is your own, but as a Hellenic, you also must understand that you are basically signing up to be guided by the Theoi. Ultimately, what you do is up to you, but they sometimes will have a say. How “hardcore” your worship is will determine how much of a say they have. For example, I’m devoted to Apollon, so he has a very large amount of say in what I do in my life. Of course, it’s not like he’s telling me every day what to eat for breakfast, but when I have a problem and ask him for help, and he gives me clear answers, it’s what’s going to happen. He knows better than me. He’s a god. He’s my god. 

I really implore you to look deep within yourself and ask yourself why you want a guiding force in your life if you are not comfortable with traditional worship. If you want to live your life for yourself, without being guided by anyone or anything, why do you want the Theoi to guide you? If it’s just because you believe that there are higher powers and just feel pressured to do something, I would try and come to terms with the fact that it’s okay to believe that higher powers exist without worshiping them or being guided by them. If you want the Theoi’s help and guidance, you’ve gotta do the work. It’s not easy - but there’s no way around it. 

I hope this helps. 

~terebinth

Here’s a support and information board on the polytheist forum for those coming from a monotheistic background into a polytheist one, plus our “conversion” tag.

- mountain hound

So Loo Brealey just posted this on twitter and I wanted to share it here:

You know I’m here for BBC Sherlock crit. (More than here for it, let’s be honest). But seriously why attack the actress who plays one of the characters for the writing of said character? Molly Hooper is the beacon of light on that show. She’s probably the most likeable character in the whole damn thing.

It’s not (imo) the fact she loves Sherlock which makes her weak. I think that implication is antifeminist in itself. Why does loving someone make a woman weak? It shouldn’t. It doesn’t. 

Molly has a similar problem that Sansa Stark had (and sort of still has) on GOT where because she’s ‘normal’ and displays more traditionally feminine character traits people have an issue with that. But why? Where is the issue with that? Feminist media doesn’t mean writing women who behave in more traditionally masculine ways. That’s ridiculous. Some people say Mary is a more feminist character than Molly because she shoots people. Rubbish mate. Let women be women. Give them the chance to be whoever they please. Molly isn’t weak because she won’t beat a person up. A female character with a gun does not necessarily = strong female character (something I wish more male writers would get). 

My issue with Molly is not Molly herself, or Loo Brealey’s portrayal of her, which has been consistently really good and true and lovely in a show which is often pretty dark and has got kind of uncomfortable in later seasons. It’s the way Molly is used. 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

hello, i was the person asking about music magic. do you by any chance know somewhere where i can start learning about music magic? because i really am interested in music magic but when i try to do research on it, i don't know where to go or who to trust.

It doesn’t exist as far as I know. You’re not going to find a how-to right now on this subject because no one’s written it (that I’m aware of). There are books of a similar nature, like this one here.

It doesn’t really answer your question though. So here’s a how’d I research things if I were in your shoes:

1. Define what you’re looking for. Are you looking for just general information on the connection between music and magic? Are you looking for something more practical as in a how-to? Are you looking for something religious? On a specific instrument or music type? 

Depending on what you’re looking for, your sources will change. How-tos are going to be far easier to find with bloggers. Historical references will be easier for the other subjects. 

Keep in mind that even books are often wrong. So you’re going to have to use some critical thinking and critical judgement to decide if what’s being described will work for you and/or makes sense.

2. Now that you’ve a list of questions, go to the library and/or search online for books/articles on folklore, superstition, and mythology. Look up specifically what these books/articles says about songs, music, instruments, etc.

From there, you now have a basis to see how people associate music and magic on a regional and local level historically. You’ll see how people start to connect these subjects and may even see examples how they’ve been used for magic historically.

3. Experiment. Can any of what you’ve learned so far be useful in your developing practice or cause any sort of inspiration? What else do you want to know? Write down those questions and figure out what doesn’t and does work for you. Write it down or keep it in mind. Go research any questions that come up. 

4. Start digging into the historical and academic works on the subject. There are a lot written but many take a psychological approach on the subject, like this book here but you can definitely find some on the subject if you keep looking. 

I highly recommend using google scholar (Boolean keyword search for is here). There are plenty of other scholarly sources, however, such as JSTOR. You’ll probably get a lot of citations instead of actual hits or find that many articles are behind paywalls. Write down the titles anyway and head over to your local library to see if you can request the article or book. Some colleges may let you use their library without being a student (but won’t let you check out a book) and they’ll probably have the books on hand and/or have access to the journals the paywall articles are in. If you’re in college or have friends in college, just as a librarian to help you search for stuff. 

As a side note, many of these sorts of books can be found in used bookstores, especially used bookstores in art districts or college campuses. Don’t forget to check flea markets and yard sales. My copy of The Encyclopedia of Medical Astrology in a used clothing store for $6. My 1909 copy of Magic: White and Black and my original 1959 copy of The Encyclopedia of Witchcraft and Demonology were found at a flea market for $3 and $6, respectively. You’d be amazed at what you can find if you look.

5. Go back to step three and repeat. 

6. Search blogs and tags. You don’t have to listen or even agree with anything a blogger says but look at where they’re getting their information and what they’re posting on. What are they talking about and what’s their inspiration? See what others are doing on the subject.

7. Go back to step three and repeat.

8. Now that you’ve gotten a pretty good foundation and experimented a lot, you can start thinking of incorporating other areas of magic into your own practice. 

Maybe start looking at how others cast spells or create sigils or whatever and see if those things can be adapted to you. This is also experimentation but gets it’s own little section because of this: take on challenges. The @grimoirechallenge is a good example but there are others out there. These challenges will make you think and question how your practice works and what you’re using in your practice. Adapt these challenges as needed. You might not ever touch upon herbalism so instead take herbalism challenges and look for connections between plants and music, for example. 

9. Go back to step three and repeat.

10.  Look at media forms like books, movies, TV, board games, and video games. How is music used in these forms? Can you utilize some concepts from these media forms into your own practice?

This might sound silly but it’s actually one of the best ways to be able to explain things to others when you’re trying to talk about your craft. Being able to say “you know how so and so did X in this awesome book you read?” is a great way of letting you be able to relate to one another.

11. Go back to step three and repeat.

12. Write and share as much as you feel comfortable in sharing about your own journey and process to see if others have input. Sometimes having someone else’s perspective about something you do can be a great help.   

Don’t be afraid to say “No, I don’t want to share that information”. Some things feel special or different because they’re secrets. Don’t be afraid to say no. Also don’t be afraid to say “Hello! Yes I do this thing! Come talk to me!”

13. Go back to step three and repeat. 


That’s it. That’s how you build and research a practice. You can do those steps in any order but that’s how people build strong practices. It will take time. You’ll have to be patient. You will probably five yourself with cold coffee at five o’clock in the afternoon staring blearily at an academic text written by some grad student thirty years ago with ink stains on your fingers and a dying cellphone nearby. You will definitely have moments of “I have no idea what I’m doing” and “Am I fake? Am I making this all up? Am I crazy?”. I STILL have moments of this twenty plus years after starting my practice. 

Good luck and know we’re all here to support each other so keep asking questions and hopefully people will offer sources and information!

6.17: This episode takes place primarily in Chester, Pennsylvania.

1. Have I mentioned how many awful things happen to our boys in Pennsylvania? Because it seems like a lot…

2. This town is called CHESTER. Not WINchester. But also not LOSEchester. Just more of the same Chester. I mean, like 5.16, this episode is a strange loop. This reality dissolved when Balthazar re-sank the Titanic and but the Cosmic Order to rights, but for ~reasons~ Sam and Dean were allowed to remember that world where Ellen and Jo were alive, where Bobby (and they) had a support system in their enlarged family. When they “wake up” and Cas tells them it had all been real, they don’t completely understand the point of it all…

3. Because they haven’t put it together with Death’s warning to Dean, that it was all about the souls…

(granted that warning had been so dang vague, and they don’t yet fully understand just how far Cas has already gone in his plans to defeat Raphael, or that he was working with Crowley all along, or that Crowley isn’t actually dead and the plans to crack Purgatory are still entirely in the works. Sorta puts them behind the eight ball again.)

The first clue we get that something’s ~off~ in this episode is Sam and Dean climb into a Mustang and drive off without blinking, followed by Ellen showing up, taking care of Bobby because they’re married. Incredible.

WTF is up with Dean’s terrible interrogation technique in this universe though?

RUSSO: Yeah. It’s a shame. But I’m not that close with my family, so, uh (sighs) is this gonna take long?
DEAN: No. Five minutes. Five minutes. Uh, can you – can you tell me anything, uh, noteworthy about the Russos?
RUSSO: Noteworthy? No. I mean, not exactly – average, you know, big, from Italy.
DEAN: I see. Uh, was anyone ever killed or maimed in a war or, you know, some other violent thing?
RUSSO: (scoffs) What do you mean?
DEAN: Like something so dark that it would sully future generations.
RUSSO: Uh… No.
DEAN: Good. Good stuff. Anyone own a slave?
RUSSO: What?
DEAN: Routine question. Any ties to the Nazi Party?
RUSSO: Excuse me?
DEAN: Did grandma ever piss off a gypsy?

Like, real smooth there, Deano.

They go into this case thinking it’s a “Family Curse,” But then unrelated people are turning up dead all over the country. These people aren’t all related, but they were all in the same boat. Literally. The Titanic.

SAM: Okay, I didn’t think that was possible. I thought you couldn’t change history.
BALTHAZAR: Oh, haven’t you noticed? There’s no more rules, boys.

but the small changes that resulted (and the 50,000 people alive who wouldn’t have existed at all) are really unsettling. Not only does Dean have no idea what an Impala is because apparently it never was made (and ACK can you even imagine a world where Baby wasn’t the thing that saved the universe? THE MOST IMPORTANT OBJECT IN THE UNIVERSE DOESN’T EXIST HERE?!), but Balthazar gives them a VERY GOOD REASON to not want to “re-sink” the boat:

DEAN: Apparently, a crapload of dominoes get tipped over if the Titanic goes down. And, uh, bottom line – Ellen and Jo die.

(oh, and an aside, we get a very interesting comment on why Cas is staying away from Dean, and sending Balthazar along to handle them on his behalf. It’s a seemingly jokey throw-away comment, but it really DOES explain why Cas has been avoiding them ALL SEASON LONG. Because like in s4 when Uriel told Dean that Cas was being kept away from Dean because “he likes you.” Well, Balthazar ups that ante to “in love with you.” And honestly what must Balthazar think about everything Cas has done for and with the Winchesters while supposedly being in charge of this war in Heaven? Even Rachel in 6.18 is ANGRY with Sam and Dean for distracting Cas from his mission in Heaven, but Balthazar just sort of rolls with it… because he gets it in a way Rachel didn’t… because Balthazar had abandoned heaven for humanity, too…)

CASTIEL If I know her – and I do – she won’t stop until you’re dead.
DEAN  Awesome. So what do we do?
CASTIEL Kill her.
SAM Kill fate?
CASTIEL Do you have another suggestion?

But why would Fate suddenly target Sam and Dean now, over that, unless Cas had put them directly in her sights by doing something like… unsinking the Titanic? 

(taking a short break to go spelunking for excellent posts about this episode that somehow didn’t end up TAGGED for this episode, because past me sucks::

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and that’s just the entrance to the weird parallel universe rabbit hole…or maybe the tip of the iceberg, if you will. If you’ve got a lot of free time on your hands, have a nice time killing a day or two getting lost in the warren)

But these are all cosmic consequences. Change one thing, let someone live who was slated to die, and it has the power to eventually change the entire universe. And this parallel world has had a hundred years to change around these people who were supposed to have died on the Titanic, but who ended up surviving anyway.

Mary being back, in s12, and now Cas directly interfering with her dying again in 12.09, is a cosmic consequence event just like unsinking the Titanic. Only on a smaller and much more personal scale for the Winchesters. I’ll leave it to Atropos to explain:

ATROPOS You know what? I’ve kept my mouth shut. I could have complained, I could have raised a fuss, but I didn’t. But you know what the last straw is? Un-sinking the Titanic. You changed the future. You cannot change the past. That is going too far!
CASTIEL It’s Balthazar. He’s erratic—
ATROPOS Bull crap. This isn’t about some stupid movie. He’s under your orders. You sent him back to save that ship.
CASTIEL No, I didn’t. Why would I?
ATROPOS Oh, maybe because you’re in the middle of a war and you’re desperate?
ATROPOS Come on. This is about the souls.
CASTIEL You don’t know what you’re talking about.
ATROPOS That angel went and created 50,000 new souls for your war machine.
CASTIEL You’re confused.
ATROPOS No. You can’t just mint money, Castiel. It’s wrong…It’s dangerous… And I won’t let you.

And there we have it. It’s all about the souls, just like Death told Dean. We get our first look at just how entangled Cas is in this mess, but while all this REAL INTEL is being laid out for US, Sam and Dean are frozen in the background, apparently locked in time and unable to hear anything of this conversation. That’s why they buy into the lie that Cas tells them about it being all on Balthazar, and why they still haven’t understood Death’s warning:

DEAN Hold on. Uh…So, if you guys went a-and changed everything back, then that whole timeline or whatever, it just got erased?
CASTIEL Yeah. More or less.
DEAN Well, then, how come he and I remember it?
CASTIEL Because I wanted you to remember it.
SAM Why?
CASTIEL I wanted you to know who Fate really is. She’s cruel and capricious.
DEAN I’d go so far as “bitch.”
CASTIEL Well, yeah. You’re the ones who taught me that you can make your own destiny. You don’t have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. I still believe that that’s something worth fighting for. I just wanted you to understand that.
DEAN So, wait. Did…Balthazar really, uh, unravel the sweater over a chick flick?
CASTIEL Yes. Absolutely. That’s what he did.

And he flaps away before they can even question it… Sam and Dean believe that Cas ordered the Titanic re-sunk solely to save THEIR lives. They don’t really get that Cas had ordered it unsunk in the first place to try and keep Dean out of the war in the first place… because EVERYTHING in s6 eventually comes down to that moment we see in 6.20 where Cas leaves Dean raking leaves in Lisa’s yard and accepts Crowley’s deal.

And we’re getting closer and closer to the moment when that entire trick is revealed.

MLWeek Day 7: (Nov 29) Ladynoir, Adrinette, Marichat, Ladrien

**@mlstaffappreciation **

Ladynoir

He knew it was her turn to patrol alone that night, but he couldn’t help it. He followed her through the shadows, the darkness cloaking his whereabouts. He was her shadow, always protecting her back. He would always protect her.

The sky was clear and the full moon shone brightly. He crouched in his hiding spot and peeked over to look at her. She’s so beautiful… His lips curved into a smile and he let out a quiet sigh.He knew he couldn’t hear her, the soft roar of the engines on the streets below muffled the sound. 

“…it happens all the time, every Chat Noir falls for a Ladybug, and all of them ended up heart broken.” Plagg had told him one day while the blonde boy was rambling about the masked heroine. The boy laughed, dismissing the warning his Kwami was giving him. 

“Adrien, it’s true. And if there is a Ladybug that loves a Chat Noir, it doesn’t end well either. Adrien, please, forget her. All the Chat Noirs ended up being influenced by Hawkmoth and killed their respective Ladybug.” That caught the boy’s attention, he was confused. Since when did his Kwami worry about him so much? 

“It won’t happen this time Plagg, I’m not like the other Chat Noirs, and definitely not like that Felix guy before me. I have a feeling this time will be different…” He laid on his bed, looking at the ceiling before closing his eyes. “it’ll be different this time…” he whispered. He heard the Kwami mumble something to himself before he flew over to his stash of cheese without any other word. 

It’ll be different this time. He always told himself each and every time he followed his Lady in secret. 

One day, he saw his Lady crouch in front of the Agreste Mansion, he heard her crying, he never heard her cry. It squeezed his heart painfully. He never knew why she was there or why she was crying. He wanted to go and hug her, but he wasn’t sure she wanted him to be there. 

But his legs moved at their own will, he soon found himself beside the red heroine, his arms wrapping around her in a comforting way. He noticed her stiffen but then relaxed immediately when she saw who it was. He sent her a small, warm smile, and she cracked. Her quiet cries turned into loud sobs that were muffled by his leather covered chest. He nuzzled against her, he thought it was a way to comfort his partner, he wasn’t quite wrong, her sobs started to calm, so he kept doing it. He buried his nose into her soft her, inhaling her scent. He placed small kisses onto her head, and hesitantly placed a soft and warm kiss on her forehead. 

He felt her body heat up and shift, he blinked twice, he saw his Lady face in front of him, tears still sliding down her cheeks. He grabbed her chin gently and wiped her tears by placing kisses on them. He kissed her closed eyes and touched her nose with his lips. 

He heard her sniff and hugged her tighter when she wrapped her arms around his neck. She said nothing, her fingers in tangling themselves in his blonde hair. He nuzzled her neck and couldn’t help but place a small kiss right behind her earlobe. He felt her pull away slightly, then her lips touched his. 

She was still crying, her eyes closed, but his wide open. He should be screaming in joy, smiling because it was all what he every wanted… but there was no time for joy when his friend was deep in her own sorrow. So he just closed his green cat like eyes and kissed her back, his hands lowering to her hips and gently sat her on his laps, her legs around his waist. He broke the kiss and gently placed them all around her face. He know knew, it was all his fault his Lady was crying. He kissed her soft pink lips once, and pressed his forehead to hers. His lips murmuring small phrases while he placed kisses everywhere.  “I’m here my Lady…” “Stop crying my Lady…”  “Stop crying, princess…” “Stop crying, Marinette…”

Adrinette

“You’re worth nothing Marinette! Adrien will never love you because he likes people far more interesting than you, like m─”

“Chloe! Stop!” Adrien growled, his green eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed. “Stop telling Marinette lies. She is worth much more, more than you.” he said coldly. His muscles where tense, his body shielding Marinette’s trembling one. 

Chloe had her eyes wide open, her hands covering her chest as if she was protecting herself. He knew she was never told no, he knew no one corrected her snobby attitude. “B-But Adrien!” she stuttered, trying to find words that expressed what she was feeling. “I’ll tell my father!” she yelled before storming off towards probably the Headmaster’s office. 

Adrien huffed and turned around to find a blushing and trembling Marinette behind him. “Don’t listen to Chloe, Marinette. You’re the sweetest girl I know.” he said, his features softening as he gave her a warm smile. 

The girl didn’t say nothing._ He’ll never love you…_ kept repeating itself in her mind. He gasped when the boy grabbed her hands. 

He had heard Chloe when she told his sort of friend that he would never love her. True, he loved Ladybug already, but that didn’t mean that Marinette wasn’t worth loving. He lifted her hands and bowed slightly to brush her knuckles with his lips and gently place a kiss on each hand. “Do you love me, Marinette?” he asked. Why would’ve Chloe say something like that if Marinette didn’t love him, but he wanted her to say it. 

He say her pale before all the blood rushed to her face. “I-I…” she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “I love you Adrien, I love you by the person you are. Not by how you look. As far as I know, you’re the kindest person I’ve ever known!” She said, clutching his arms as she looked at him eye wide. 

It was his turn to look at her with his own eyes wide. That explained everything, the way she talked to him, why she was always so shy around him, why she was such a cute little mess when she was close to him. His heart fluttered at the realization that he loved every second of it. 

“Marientte…” he breathed. 

“I-I um… know.. I-I that you may not love me but uh…─” 

“I may not love you, Marinette. But I can learn how to.” he said, his hands moving slowly to cup her face. “I can learn how to.” he repeated. He saw her braveness when they both faced the Evillustrator. She wasn’t afraid at all, and that spark in her eyes was the same Ladybug always had when they were fighting an Akuma. His heart would always belong to his Lady, but his heart was telling him that learning to love Marinette wasn’t a bad idea, it was the right thing to do. 

He saw Marinette blush even more than she was, he didn’t think it was possible but it was. he let out a soft chuckle and placed a kiss on her nose. “I can learn how to love you.” he said again, smiling as he did. Yes, he could do that, if his Lady had another boy in her life, then he could have his Princess too.  “I can learn to love you Princess.” he said. 

Marichat

It become a habit now, perhaps a bad one, but he didn’t care. he dropped by Marinette’s place almost every day, he didn’t know why. He was going towards her bakery that instant and he had a smile on his face. He jumped to her balcony and she was watering her plants like every night. 

She didn’t even turn around when she said, “Good evening kitty.” 

“Princess, your prince has arrived.” he purred while walking closer to her. She laughed, pushing him away gently with her hand when he got to close. 

“Come in Chat, my parents just made a few brownies.”

“Isn’t chocolate supposed to be bad for cats?” he asked, grinning as he jumped into her room.

“You were the one who told me that didn’t affect you kitty. Now sit.”

“As the Princess commands.” he teased, bowing down. 

It became a habit for her too, physics was so hard for her, luckily the cat boy was almost like a prodigy in the subject. He even began to tutor her. She didn’t mind at all his presence, he was her friend for who she actually was and she was glad for it. She would never admit it, but she started to have a certain affection towards her feline partner. 

She let out a slight yelp when Chat started to nuzzle her. he didn’t seem to mind and burried his face into her neck. “Chat? You okay?” she asked. The boy seemed to react and quickly backed away from her. 

“Sorry Marinette! I have no idea what happened!” the boy exclaimed before hissing, “Plagg!” she knew that was probably his Kwami, but she didn’t say anything. 

She just nodded, laughing inside, probably guessing that his Kwami, Plagg had caused all of this.”I’ll be right back.” she said before dissapearing into her parent’s bakery. She quickly picked up a few brownies and dashed upstairs. 

“Hey Kitty, you should tries these, they are filled with─” her mouth dropped in surprise when she saw her friend tangled up in all the yarn. she had stashed in a basket. he was laying on his back, his hands flying everywhere trying to catch the ball of yarn that was left. “Hahaha!” 

He froze on spot, his lips pouting and his eyes frowning. he slowly turned his head to see Marinette laughing like there was no tomorrow. It filled his ears and it made her heart flutter. “I love your laugh, Princess.” he chuckled. Marinette stopped and blushed.

“Shut up.” he said, laughing again as she threw a pillow at him. Chat wiggled his eyebrows and threw a pillow at her too, then another. Suddenly they began playing tag, she was the mouse and he the cat (obviously). 

“I cat-ched ya’!” he whispered, he locked eyes with Marinette and slowly began to get closer to her. he didn’t know why, it was just instinct. 

“Puns huh?” they were breathing the same air now. Her eyes half closed. “Funny.”

“I can do more…” he whispered, his eyes closing as well. 

“We both now we love other people Chat…” Marinette said, their lips just inches apart. 

“I know, but it feels so… right.” Chat hummed, their noses touching. 

“Yes, so right.” Marinette said, closing her eyes as her partner kissed her softly. She felt his hand on her back, pulling her closer to him. Adrien… was her first thought when she kissed Chat back, but she didn’t regret anything. 

Perhaps it was seeing another part of her that made him do this, perhaps his heart wanted this. Perhaps he and Marinette could archive something together. But they were kissing, in her room, she was underneath him and he on top. Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer. They rolled over, Chat now on the ground, Marinette on top. 

The beep of Chat Noir’s ring made them brake apart. “Take these with you.” Marinette said, her voice breathy. She stood up and Chat did the same. 

“Thank you princess.” he said, taaccepting the small bag she gave him. “I hope we can finish this some other time.” he added, winking before disappearing in to the night. 

“Finish some other time…” Marinette repeated. “Gosh Tikki! What just happened?!”

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“Heck did you do that for?” Adrien scolded the Kwami for ruining the moment once he got into the safely of his room. He knew his transformation wouldn’t were off unless he used Cataclysm. . 

“I didn’t want any more romantic stuff, kissy-wissy stuff between you and Marinette. Ack!” he groaned in disgust and hid in his cheese. 

Adrien frowned at him. “I love you too Plagg, I love you too!” he said, half sarcastically. He rolled his eye, brushed his teeth and plopped into bed. Wishing to finish what he started with Marinette. 

Ladrien

“Hey handsome boy~” Ladybug said as she landed with a graceful crouch beside the boy who looked a bit tired after a whole day of modeling. She couldn’t help but laugh when she saw the boy jump in surprise.

“L-Ladybug!” he stammered, his face flushed. He cleared his throat. “What did I do to um… to um… receive the honor of your visit?” he asked a bit to fast. 

“You looked a bit tired and… sad, so why not cheer you up?” she asked, smiling brightly. Adrien would’ve melted on spot if he could.

“I look sad?” he asked. 

Ladybug nodded, a serious expression on her face. “I see you sometimes modeling here. You don’t like it, do you?” 

Adrien sighed, he looked up at the darkening sky, a storm was due soon. “it’s not muhc fun anymore after Mom… left us.” he whispered. 

“Sorry for asking.” Ladybug said, looking down at her swinging feet feeling bad that she made him look even worse then he already was. 

“N-No, no! It’s okay!” Adrien said, his head turning to look at her quickly. “Y-You d-didn’t k-know!” he added. 

“Well…” Ladybug said, looking in the the dark clouds for a bit. “I hope this makes you feel better…” 

“Huh?” Adrien looked at her, confused. But his eyes widened as saucers and his cheeks and nose lit up like fire when he felt her lips crash into his. 

“Bye Adrien, have a nice day.” she then left with a wink and left Adrien as blank as a sheet. 

“She kissed me…” he whispeared. 

“Oh boy..” Plagg muttered softly. 

“She kissed me!” the boy spun around, jumping with glee, leaving his driver and his photographer look at him funny. But he didn’t care. The first drops of rainbegan to fall, but he didn’t care. He danced around in the rain, as happy as a child should be… 

And there, ladies and gentleman… is the proof of how deep I’m into Miraculous trash…. Four different ships, same people. I love you Hawkdaddy!!! ♥♥♥ 

The Cold Hard Tooth

“Dude, what is up with your teeth?”

The abrupt question, coming from his best friend, was enough to snap Danny out of his stretching yawn mid-movement. “My teeth? What’s wrong with my teeth?” Danny asked, more than a little confused as he blinked at Tucker.

Tucker in turn looked at Danny with incredulity, and a touch of wariness. “Have you looked in a mirror lately?” the other teen asked, a concerned look slowly emerging on his face. “You look like you’re trying out for some sort of vampire movie or something. That, or you’re getting ready for Halloween like… seven months early.”

That caught Danny’s attention, and he found himself running his tongue over his teeth. It didn’t really feel all that much different than it had the last few times he’d done it, but now that Tucker mentioned it, he was a little more aware of how his upper eyeteeth seemed to drop down just a little further than he remembered a long time ago, and seemed just a little bit sharper.

Panic flooding his system, he looked around for the nearest reflective surface. Surging to his feet, he rushed over to Tucker’s mirror, staring intently as bared his teeth at his reflection. And as if mocking him, the slightly elongated canines glinted cheerfully back at him through the mirror.

“Oh shit!” he swore, backing away from the truth in his reflected image, a hand clasping over his mouth. How had he not noticed!? Surely he would have felt something wrong with his mouth when they appeared! But as he thought about it, he realized that this hadn’t been a sudden thing. He remembered thinking there was something strange going on with his mouth a few weeks ago when he was brushing his teeth, but he hadn’t really noticed anything that out of the ordinary. And if they’d grown in a little at a time, then he wouldn’t have really felt the difference that much, would he?

Or maybe it had been that he hadn’t really wanted to see, and had ignored all evidence of this change until Tucker had brought it up. Even now, his best friend was climbing to his own feet, looking at Danny in concern. “H-hey! I’m sure it’s nothing!” the other boy tried to reassure Danny with a flimsy (totally normal human-looking) smile. “Maybe it’s just something all ghosts–”

“Don’t!” Danny said, removing his hand and scowling at the floor. “You know that isn’t true. There are plenty of ghosts who don’t… don’t have…”

“Fangs?” Tucker tried to supply helpfully, wincing and shrinking back a little at the glare Danny leveled at him when the Halfa finally looked up. “Dude, you gotta stop doing that. It makes you look kinda… um…”

That stopped Danny cold, his face paling at the realization. Tucker was actually afraid of him. Because of these… these fangs. Because of what they both knew it implied. Without another word, Danny suddenly transformed, going invisible and intangible and phasing through the ceiling of Tucker’s room, ignoring the startled shout from Tucker, as well as the call to come back. He didn’t know where he was going, just that he had to get away.

Was this it? Was this the sign that he had been right all along? That he was inevitably going to become some sort of cruel and uncaring monster? After all, there were only a small handful of ghosts who sported fangs of any type, and nearly every single one had been either monsters, or so evil they might as well have been one anyway.

A cold sensation that had absolutely nothing to do with Danny’s core filled the Halfa’s chest as he flew home with almost reckless abandon, only knowing the need to get away, to run from the truth that Tucker had exposed. But no matter how far he went, the truth would go with him, ever present in his own mouth.

Well… It wouldn’t be for much longer. Not if he had anything to say about it.

Preference #47: Fighting

Jack: ‘I can’t believe you’re leaving again! You’re never here anymore!’ ‘Look, it’s not like I fucking ASK them to whisk me to all these fucking places. I have to go or otherwise all those pretty things I buy you, this fucking flat I got for us, and that car I bought you for your birthday, are ALL going to go away!’ He always did that in fights. He’d mention how HE paid for everything with the partnership money he receives from companies. Jack guilt tripped you. Not today. ‘Don’t start making this about money, because we both know that’s not it! It’s you constantly missing everything important to me because you’re not being paid to be there!’ ‘You know that’s not how I am! I don’t care about the money! The only person I end up using it on is you.’ ‘You purposely miss events that mean something to me so you don’t have to deal with them! You even missed the most important one and didn’t even apologize! Not one fucking single phone call or text! I ended up having to fucking text you and your dumbass didn’t text back!’ ‘What have I missed exactly? Please,’ He sat on the arm of the sofa, ‘Tell me what I’ve missed. What is SO important to Y/N that she has to get all strung up about it?’ You couldn’t believe he forgot. He-above all people-should have remembered the day he missed. ‘The promotion party Zoe threw for me, two birthday parties, the office picnic I invited you to months ago, and…and our fifth anniversary! Your stupid little India trip came in and ran over our fucking anniversary! I even bought you a present and everything! I had to make reservations a month in advance because I wanted to take you to that fancy restaurant you’d wanted to go to! I had an entire day planned out and you fucking ruined it with your fucking stupid charities!’ Tears blurred your vision and stung your eyes. You quickly turned away so he wouldn’t catch them. The hurtful disappointment of realizing he’d be missing your anniversary came rushing back into your chest. You felt so ignored and insignificant in his life. You thought about leaving him once or twice since all this YouTube fame started. ‘Baby…I…’ His voice had softened, though it didn’t melt you any less. ‘I’m so sorry,’ You heard his footsteps approach you, though he kept his distance, ‘I didn’t mean the things I said. You’re right; I haven’t been that attentive to you lately. I must be the worst boyfriend ever,’ ‘You are.’ ‘Heh…Y/N, I never meant to push you away. I love you more than anything in the entire world…as cliché as that sounds. I never want you to feel like you don’t matter to me because you do. I really, really, really wanted to take you to India with me. I really wanted you to come to VicCon and Playlist Live with me because viewers actually want to see you as much as I do.’ ‘Sorry for having a job that demands my actual presence.’ ‘I’m NOT saying that’s wrong. I’m glad you have a job you love. I’m not completely at fault here. Your job keeps you away from me too. They lock you up in that office building day and night…and away from me. I wasn’t completely upset about leaving you because I knew you wouldn’t just be sitting here twiddling your thumbs, waiting for me. We both have lives, busy ones but that doesn’t mean that we don’t love one another, does it? I’m sorry for missing our anniversary and not even acknowledging that I did. I got so caught up in the India trip I barely noticed.’ His arms came around you. He held you tightly to his chest and pressed his lips to your head. His nose buried into your hair. You could smell his cologne faintly on his plaid shirt, the one he always wears for the day that you love taking just a whiff of. The one that reminds you of home all the time. ‘I’m sorry,’ You said, ‘That I make such a fuss over things like that.’ ‘No. Don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about. I’m the idiot. I mean, I have a gorgeous girlfriend and I ignore her.’ ‘And I have a gorgeous boyfriend and I ignore him.’ You shared a smile, ‘Come with me? I’d love it if you came with me. We can have an anniversary do-over there…’ ‘Yeah. I’d definitely come.’

Finn: The nerve of fangirls never ceased to amaze you. Being the girlfriend of Finn Harries, you adjusted to the occasional mean tweets you received from the jealous fan girls who felt they owned Finn or shared some sort of personal relationship with him. Words like ‘slut’ and ‘bitch’ bounced off you like a game of burn-ball. However, once in a while, you get the persistent ones. The ones who want you truly know how pissed off they are that you’re making Finn happy. So, when muFinn_lover92 decided she’d flood your twitter page with hate comments, you found her obnoxious and annoying. ‘YOU’RE his girlfriend? Sorry to say this but, ur not that pretty.’ ‘@(yourtwittername) is such a slut. Did you see how she was all over Marcus in that video they did? She’s FINN’S gf.’ ‘@(yourtwittername) @(nameofanotherhater) i kno. She actually thinks she’s pretty. She’s so fat in that pic.’ ‘@(yourtwittername) @(anotherhater) LOL ur right. she so doesn’t deserve him.’ This bitch was at it all day. You normally ignored all the comments. However, one thing did bother you. At one point, the girl began tagging Finn in her comments. You thought he’d really show her something. He’d defend you because he loved you…Nope. Finn said it was better to pay no attention to her than start something. The worst thing he could do was argue with a fan, which might affect their subscriber number. ‘So, you care more about a stupid number than my feelings?’ You questioned him. ‘That’s not what I’m saying.’ ‘Then what are you saying?’ ‘That I don’t want to ruin things for me and Jack. If I argue with that girl, she’ll just end up making me look like some kind of bully. They always do that. Fan girls can be dangerous people.’ ‘Clearly, since you’re afraid of a fucking fifteen-year-old.’ This enraged you. He was supposed to defend you. You supposed you’d have to defend yourself. ‘@muFinn_lover92 You know, I will congratulate you on one thing: You have some fucking persistence. Like fuck, I get it. You’re jealous that I’m dating the guy you wish you were dating and who will probably never date you.’ ‘@(yourtwittername) pfft, I could sooooooo take him from you if I wanted.’ ‘@muFinn_lover92 you’re like what? 15? I doubt my boyfriend will violate the law to date you. Get over yourself and goodbye.’ And then you blocked her from your page. A few minutes later, Finn came storming into the kitchen. ‘Why’d you say those things?’ ‘You were too pussy to say anything, so I said it for you. Nice to know you have my back.’ ‘Do you realize what you’ve done?’ ‘Oh boo-hoo, your channel is gonna lose ONE person. Cry me a fucking river.’ ‘This girl posted your little tweets everywhere! She twisted the story to make you look like a bitch!’ ‘Good, if they think I’m a bitch, then they’ll think twice about it.’ ‘People think I’m dating a horrible person.’ ‘You know I’m not horrible.’ ‘Do I?’ You stopped cooking to look at him. ‘The fuck does that mean?’ ‘It means that sometimes you do really mean things. You purposely do shit to spite people and hurt their feelings.’ ‘Because they did it to me first. Did you even SEE what she put? Did you even bother looking at what I was talking about? Or did you put it on the backburner like you do with anything that concerns me?’ ‘I did see what she wrote. I was just as hurt as you. It bothers me when people say hurtful and hateful things.’ ‘Then why didn’t you speak up? You never speak up. You always let things sweep under the rug because you hate confrontation! You’re such a…a…’ ‘A what? A pussy? A girl? What insult are you going to throw at me to try and puncture my ego?!’ ‘A pussy! A fucking pussy! The only time I’ve ever seen you act like a fucking man was when that guy called me a slag in that pub…and you were drunk! And he was drunk! And you barely touched him! It’s like defending me is so difficult for you! Your mummy babied you too much and now you’re afraid to do anything remotely manly!’ ‘I don’t act like a man?’ He edged closer to you. ‘No. You don’t. You wouldn’t even tell a little girl to go fuck herself!’ ‘I don’t act like a man? I’m not a man?! You little bitch!’ He suddenly grabbed you and threw you to the wall. You thought you’d free-fallen onto a concrete floor by the pain in your back. Finn didn’t even give you time to move. He trapped you between him and the wall. Fear twisted your stomach seeing the anger in his eyes. He turned you around, pinning your arms to the wall as he separated your legs. He wasted no time in undressing your bottom half, bruising the side of your neck with bites and hard kisses, and groping parts of you he’d be gentle towards. This surprised you. It excited you. It even scared you a little, though your arousal slowly took over the longer Finn kept you against that wall. ‘I’m going to show you,’ You heard the jingling of a belt and him unzipping himself, ‘That I’m a man. I’m going to fuck you exactly how a man would fuck a bitch like you,’ He fisted a bit of your hair and growled into your ear, ‘You understand that?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Good.’ He then fucked you.

Dan: ‘I can’t take this anymore!’ 'What can’t you take? Me wanting to be with you? Me wanting us to go out and do things together?!’ 'But does it have to be everything, Y/N? Do you HAVE to come with me everywhere and cling onto me like a bloody life support system?!’ 'What are you talking about?!’ 'You are so clingy, it’s unbelievable sometimes. You constantly call me. I get tons of texts from you on my phone all the time-’ ’-Because I want to talk to you. I don’t do it ALL THE TIME.’ 'I just want my space, and it’s like you don’t understand that! You don’t get that I can’t constantly have you involved in everything! It’s like we’re always a pair now. Can’t have one without the other!’ 'Oh, but I don’t see you complaining when people refer to you and Phil!’ 'Don’t…No, don’t do that. Don’t start bringing up that 'Phan’ shit again. That is totally different.’ 'How is that different?!’ 'We’re friends. We work together. I HAVE to see Phil, but he doesn’t call me ten times in a row just to know where I am!’ 'I did that when you were out of town! That was once! Excuse me for fucking caring for you! I’ll stop then! I’ll stop giving a fuck about you! I’ll stop going places with you, hell, I’ll even completely disappear if that’s what you want!’ You can’t say this isn’t surprising. As you stormed off, you thought about how people usually didn’t want you around. People made excuses all the time not to hang out with you; they left you behind when they had fun. Dan was the first person who didn’t make you feel so forgettable. Now you’ve driven him away too. Sitting in the bedroom, you tried not crying. The worst thing to do in a fight is cry. You always do this. They always end up hating you for being so clingy. You can’t help it. It happens without any real intention. A few hours later, you stepped out of the bedroom to find an empty flat. He left. Of course, he’d leave. You were alone again. On your own. You walked into the kitchen for some food and found a note on the refrigerator. 'Went to the store for some groceries. I’m sorry for snapping at you. I love you so, so, so much. Please be here when I come home. I don’t want to lose you. xxx Dan’ The letter made you cry. Somebody still wanted you.

Phil: You two don’t fight. Fighting isn’t something you both do since you’re so well-connected and know when to leave the other alone. Phil isn’t the shouting type. It’s actually odd when you see him angry because anger doesn’t suit him. Today turned out to be a horrible day for you both. YouTube was being a bitch and not uploading his video, which bothered him at first. Tumblr was going into some maintenance, so you both just waited around on twitter. It’d been raining and thundering all day; you were completely soaked on the way home from Tesco. He’d gotten into the marriage argument with his mother again. The world seemed to enjoy picking on each of you today. Then…it happened when the lights went out. 'Are you fucking kidding me?!’ You nearly slammed your spoon down onto the floor, 'Really?! Now?!’ 'Shouting is not going to make them come back on.’ 'I know that Phil! I’m not dumb!’ 'Really? Because the pasta sauce goes in the pot, not on the counter….’ 'What? Aw fuck me!’ 'No thanks.’ 'Phil!’ 'Look, I’m just trying to lighten the mood!’ 'Go get the torches and lighten up this ROOM!’ 'Would you stop ordering me around? What do you think I’m doing in here in the first place?! The torches are in here.’ 'Well, I’d assume you were in here bugging me.’ 'Oh, I’m sorry that I’ve irritated you! I didn’t realize that was part of your personality!’ You wanted to hit him. You couldn’t even see where he was, but you wanted to hit him. He eventually found the flashlight, turned it on, and shined it on you. 'Aw, baby…’ You saw him pout in the dim light. You saw him point towards the little puddle of tomato sauce on the clean counter. 'Ugh, this stuff is never going to come off!’ You began wiping it up, before some got on your shirt. 'Oh come on!’ 'That’s because you’re not paying attention. Here…let me.’ He put down the flashlight and helped you clean up the rest. When the puddle was gone, the light suddenly flickered back on. Phil looked…apologetic. 'I’m sorry I-’ ’-No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I’ve just been having a rough day and I took it out on you. I’m sorry, Phil.’ 'It’s okay. Me too.’ The both of you hugged, him pecking your forehead like he always did. 'Want to order some pizza then? We can’t use that sauce now.’ 'Sure. Keeping in the Italian theme…’

 

anonymous asked:

While I agree that cultural appropriation is a thing (why do people say it's not???) isn't it true that most Japanese want to spread their culture and beliefs? If my memory of history class serves correctly, it wasn't like this before. But hasn't that changed? Yeah I can get why her costume can be offensive, but as far as the actual tea or stylization (I hope that didn't come out wrong) of the whole thing, is it really that bad?

Alright, please bear with me and allow me to preface this by saying I’m not too good at this. You’re better off asking a blog like thisisnotjapan. But this is going to be from my perspective, and what I have learned during my time on this site.

Anon, allow me to clarify. First of all, yes, any country would like to expand the reach of their culture. That’s simply how civilization works, and by extension, how it exists in the form it is today. But here’s the thing. Japanese people in Japan (actual ones, mind you, not the ones who say they are online w/o evidence, I never trust those on principle) don’t have the same perspective as those diaspora (people of Japanese descent who live elsewhere in the world). 

You see, many non-European cultures are… made light of, in many countries around the world. General xenophobia, antiblackness worldwide, that sort of thing. And particularly in places like the United States, the current trend is East Asian countries. You’ve seen them. Weeaboos, Koreaboos, that sort of thing. Honestly if this site was around in the 80′s or 90′s you’d have Chinaboos all over the place too. That’s the problem. We are a trend here, and that’s not ok. Many people like to use our language to accessorize their own (aesthetic bloggers, looking directly at you, despite your eye gouging themes), or act as though they know more about Japanese culture because of an anime they watched.

I cannot tell you how many times, for example, I go to Little Tokyo in Downtown LA, and see far more cosplayers than should be there, or see someone say something is “so anime” as though anime is the only facet of modern Japanese culture. I get it. Cosplay is a popular hobby to have. Cosplay is fun. I do it too. But the thing is that cosplay as we know it today started in Japan, and has been consumed here. Just like many other things, weeaboos have commodified many parts of Japanese culture, or used it to present themselves as more worldly or more knowledgeable, or even in some worse cases, “more Japanese” than people like myself, an actual diasporic Japanese person. 

I realize I’ve made this a bigger issue than most would have, but the thing is, it really is that bad. As I said in my much angrier version on that post, we are a culture, not a costume, and I don’t think it’s fair that that little white girl gets to have her geisha fantasy for a day, while many Japanese people train and devote themselves to the lifestyle and get looked down upon by white people, the same ones who gush about how cute their little girl looks in a much much worse “kimono” and poorly done makeup. 

In short, anon, and I sincerely hope this helps you understand, Japanese people are not a costume, not a trend, and we should not be treated as one. If some white family wants to have a geisha tea party, they need to know why that’s wrong, and learn how to go about it properly. Hell, hire an actual geisha to perform a tea ceremony with them, it’s still more respectful than bad facepaint and paper thin “kimono”. 

anonymous asked:

Ten minute prompt: Rose and Ten go to a parallel universe where DW is a tv show, they read fanfiction about them

This basically developed into a one-shot instead of a ten minute prompt… Hope you enjoy!

“This can’t be right,” the Doctor said, his voice muffled from the screwdriver that was currently being held between his teeth.

One of his hands was toying with something on the top of the console and the other was furiously typing on a keyboard of some sort while he stared at a monitor.

Rose frowned and stepped up behind him to stare at the screen. The writing was in some sort of circular language that she’d seen before but couldn’t read so she just licked her lips in concern. “What’s wrong?”

He ran a hand through his hair and spoke again, this time causing the screwdriver to clatter to the grating, but he didn’t even seem to notice. “She’s saying we’re in a parallel universe. But that’s not remotely possible.”

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You don’t get to tell Dearies how they feel about Belle French

I saw a post I shouldn’t have. To be clear it was properly tagged, XKit should’ve blocked it. But it didn’t and I was so affronted by that post I felt the need not to respond but to clarify.

The gist of the post, which was one short sentence, was that Rumple fans see Belle as his property and not as a character in her own right. I was surprised it was an Evil Regal saying this, I thought there was enough communication between one side of the fandom to the other to see and know this is not true. And this are all my issues with the post:

A) The SHOW treats Belle like that, and therefore so do all your faves: The people who reblogged it where all Evil Regals, CSers and the like. And on the show their favourite characters have CONSTANTLY treated Belle as an extension of Rumple, a weak spot of his to exploit instead of a person.

  • Emma did it when she blackmailed Rumple into going to the Underworld and when she was Dark Swan.
  • Snow did it when she ratted Belle out to save her neck from Hyde.
  • Regina did it when… well, take your pick. When she locked her up for over 30 years, when she took her heart to manipulate and control Rumple, when she made her into Lacey….
  • Hook did it… Well, he still does. When he shot her, when he punched her so hard she lost consciousness, when he admitted to helping her because it would annoy Rumple.

B) Even when the characters are not treating Belle as “Rumple’s object” they ARE treating her as some sort of useful tool and then promptly forget she’s a human being with feelings.

  • Belle went to Camelot to help Emma, and on a mission with Hook she got kidnapped while standing right next to him and went missing for over two days and he did not notice.
  • The heroes are constantly going to Belle for help researching things but when Belle needs help… no one does anything? Other than Rumple, I mean.

C) Dearies where almost the only people I ever saw fighting for the show to treat Belle different: We used to be so vocal about getting Belle more screen time and her own plots and story development, back in the days when we thought this show just needed to know how much the fans loved Belle. Sure, there were Belle fans doing this that weren’t also dearies, of course, but 90% of the effort I saw into trying to give Belle more of a role in the show was done by dearies. We have the countless tweets to prove it, pleading for more Belle time (NOT Rumbelle time, BELLE time), gushing about every single Belle scene to make the writers aware of how much we WANTED Belle and liked her as a character, showing them the disparity between Belle’s screen time and the screen time of the rest of the cast, etc. We have the tumblr posts to prove it, about writing to ABC, doing a twitter event for Belle, trying to see how we could possibly get the writers to give us more of Belle as a character. We have the e-mails and letters sent to ABC studios, begging for more Belle.

We tried to make this an OUAT issue. We tried to get help from other people, other ships. NO ONE listened. I saw NONE of the people reblogging that post that annoyed me fighting for Belle’s screen time or for a story of her own. We were ALONE. You left us all ALONE.

C) I feel like that post perfectly embodies this new trend of “protect Belle French” I see. Just to be clear: I don’t think EVERYONE is doing this, just that most people who now flood the Belle French tag (and whom I’d never seen before) do. What is this trend about? It’s about caring for Belle French… now that she can be used as a way to shit on Rumple. Ironically this is the worst insult to the character ever, the idea that people would suddenly start caring for her just to shit on a character they hate. These people are just now wanting to protect poor Belle from evil Rumple. They were FINE when THEIR fave was being an abusive asshole to Belle (Regina, Hook, Zelena, Snow, Emma, take your pick). Most people take it a step further and gush about Belle now getting close to their fave (which is how she entered their radar as sudden “person of interest) as something cute and positive.

No, I don’t think it’s cool to think about Emma and Hook being Belle’s baby’s godparents. Don’t we have to characters that HAVEN’T tried to kill her that could fill those roles? Archie and Granny? Leroy and Ariel?

No, I don’t think Belle and Zelena are being best buddies. Zelena raped and later led to the death of a man Belle risked everything to save and outright killed Belle’s stepson. Zelena tortured Belle’s True Love and toyed with the idea of having him kill her.

No, Regina did not ask Belle forgiveness for all the horrible shit she’s pulled on her. Did I miss the part where she said she was sorry about the taking of his heart? Did I blink and miss that?

D) Yes, now that OUAT has written both Rumple and Belle so badly there are people who are taking sides. And some people who identify with Rumple are taking his side. But that doesn’t erase how much they loved and fought for Belle before A&E made her act reckless, stupid and sometimes insensitive and cruel (that is NOT Belle French, I refuse to see it as part of her actual characterisation). Then again this show has committed character assassination en masse so everyone should feel like they can relate (I imagine Snow fans were enraged when the show had their heroic princess selling off a pregnant woman for her own safety, for example).

Bottom line is… We dearies fought for Belle French. We fought for years. We fought for her when you were nowhere to be found. When you had better things to care about than the diminishing screen time and lack of own storyline of a minor character. So now you don’t get to tell us otherwise. You don’t get to say that we are doing to Belle what the show did to her and we fought against.

anonymous asked:

How do you as a Kylux shipper deal with the fact that it's incredibly one sided on Hux's part? Kylo doesn't want anything to do with him, despite most fic (very out of character) let him have feelings for Hux? Can you separate fic Kylo from canon Kylo? I'm asking because bizarrely, fic writers make Kylo a pursuer when in canon Hux is the pursuer and it has thrown me off to a point that I don't even read fic unless it's tagged Bottom Kylo Ren (they're the most canon in regards to canon dynamic).

I have to apologize because I don’t know how to answer this question without, first, explaining my philosophies toward canonicity, aka The Universal Truth.  So I will do that and then talk about Kylux for awhile.  Please just skip to number 8.  Otherwise, major warnings for this insufferable moment where I turn into That Guy with the “Stay Woke” knuckle tattoos that you met at a Banksy show who was REALLY INTO FOCCAULT, for some reason.

Ok.  Sorry.

1.  Everyone reads the Star Wars differently.  I don’t believe that any interpretation of the characters is “truer” or “more canon” than any other.  People pick up on different details and draw different conclusions from them.  People fill in the space outside the frame with different information.  You might believe that someone has drawn implausible or irrational conclusions, but plausibility is political.  It’s based on each of our experiences and prejudices and choices.  Someone might have a particular alignment of experiences and prejudices such that they choose to believe “I leave that to you” means “I’ll be in my quarters, jerking off to your stupid little First Order hat.”  While I don’t draw that particular conclusion, I think it’s a valid reading.

Allegations of implausibility are the primary tool used to maintain hegemonic power structures.  "I don’t believe your story" = “I reject your experience” = “My experience is more valid and more objectively true than yours.”  My natural instincts are to gatekeep and manipulate, but I make a real effort to accept everyone’s truth at equal value to my own.

2.  I don’t read any fic as an “extension” of the film.  I read them all as AU with different characters.  Additionally, I read the official Star Wars novels as AU with different characters, and when episode 8 comes out, I’m going to read the characters separately and distinctly from episode 7.   This is because I believe the frame of a story is as important as the content.  Changing the frame will always change characterization.  Example here.

3.  I don’t really think that a fanwork that complies with the original author’s intent toward the characters is superior to a story that subverts that author’s intent toward the characters.

4.  Not that you can ever really know the author’s intent?  Even if they come right out and say it.  Language is a sloppy go-between.  An ineffectual mediator.  An insoluble abstraction.  There’s no way to know the “truth” - just what everyone sort of agrees the author meant.  

5.  Therefore canon = fanon.  They’re the same.  It’s just different words for “things people agree are true.”

6. So what you’re looking for is fanwork that agrees with your (personal) assessment of (one way) the characters (might possibly) be interpreted?  

7.  But me?  I’m a naturally subversive sort of person.  I am attracted to works that I find expressly imaginative and eccentric.  Disruptive.  I like disruption.  I crave for stories and meta-content that challenge near-universal assumptions about what is true.  Occasionally, I even want content that challenges what I assume to be true.

8.  Ok.  So.  Onto Hux and Kylo.

9.  My personal reading of their relationship in TFA is that the film presents them as coworkers who share Belligerent Sexual Tension, similar to the Han/Leia relationship.  I do think the feelings are stronger on Hux’s side throughout the course of the film, but that’s because Kylo seems incredibly anxious and focused on his work.  He’s REALLY, REALLY CONCERNED about getting this map to Luke Skywalker.  I don’t think he’s thinking about sex or romance much in this timeframe.  

10.  However, that does not necessarily mean he never thinks about sex or romance, or that he never has.  There are, perhaps, other qualities of Kylo’s character which indicate that he might be a sexually aggressive person, in other circumstances.  But he’s at work now.  Yes, even in the scenes with Rey.  That is my reading.

11.  Although, I have to say something about this.  If there is a Han/Leia BST dynamic between Ren and Hux (and I think there is!) then “How capable are your soldiers, General?” is definitely flirting.  There is no practical reason to ask that question except to antagonize Hux.  It’s pigtail-pulling.  And…there’s the shoulder bump. And furtive glances in Snoke’s holochamber.  Yeah…I think “one-sided” is definitely a subjective reading.

12.  I don’t really understand the idea of top/bottom or hunter/hunted as fixed roles?  And why would the pursuer necessarily be the “top’???  I think this may be the application of a heterosexual trope (see: Death and the Maiden) to a relationship that doesn’t require that kind of behavioral legislation?  “Which one of you is the Hades and which one is the Persephone?” if you feel me.  Not everything is a stone cold binary, I guess.  I like romances where there is a certain level of equality.

13.  But I’m in the minority.  Most stories don’t offer me something that I find plausible or relatable to my experience, my desires, or my reading of the “canon.”  Almost none of them do.  When I do see my version of the truth in a character I get so wildly and unreasonably excited that I dedicate my life to The Thing and make over-enthusiastic fanblogs and here we are.  :)

14. I wish I could rec you some fic that meets the dynamic you want.  Where Hux is the pursuer?  I’m kind of blanking.  Followers, help???

Httyd harry potter au

Hey! i hope y'all like this!

I even researched some hp stuff cause i needed to get somethings correct… meh…

There shall be more parts after this, though they will be when the gang is older! cause they are like… 11 and 12 at the moment…

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Friday Looks Black in the Moonlight

Ok, so my writing mojo has been completely gone since starting back at uni :( Thought I’d try a little dialogue-only thing to get it back a little. See what you think…

Tagging @desperatelyseekingcannibals @hotsauce418 @slashyrogue and @solitary-sister for reassuring me about this, @wraithsonwingsposts cos she asked and @evenunevenme and @wrathofthestag just cos I wanna. Love you lovelies <3

Friday Looks Black in the Moonlight

“You’ve got to be kidding me. I thought we left this shit behind in the states.”

“To what shit are you referring, mylimasis?”

“Black fucking Friday, obviously.”

“Ah. Perhaps not the best day for you to join me grocery shopping, my darling.”

“I don't… you know I don’t like to be separated for too… anyway, don’t change the subject. They don’t even celebrate Thanksgiving on this dismal little island!”

“Mmm, well, the British have always been given to absorbing different cultures into their own. The adoption of American practices is hardly surprising, particularly with the prospect of profit to be made.”

“Don’t know why you had to drag us over here for the winter anyway. They have an extradition treaty, you know.”

“I do believe it was you who objected to spending Christmas in the Cuban climate. I seem to recall something about wearing shorts in December being ‘fucking unnatural.’”

“Well after a month of drizzle and fog, I’m beginning to reassess the validity of your suggestion that I just remove the shorts altogether.”

“Mmm. I was very disappointed that you did not take me up on that.”

“Hannibal… Hannibal… I am being pissed off about fucking lunatic shoppers right now, I’m not in the mood to be groped.”

“The disappointments are mounting up around me.”

“Shut up. Alright, fine, you can put your hand back where it was, just don’t actively feel me up, ok?”

“I suppose compromise is an important part of any relationship.”

“Only took you seven years to learn it.”

“I would argue two and a half.”

“Whatever. Oh, would you look at that?”

“You are referring to the woman who just used her baby stroller to cut a swathe through her fellow shoppers?”

“No, I… wait, really?”

“Quite impressive, really, in a horrifying sort of way.”

“If you say so. But no, I was looking at the pair having an actual punch-up over the last iPhone in the place.”

“Oh yes. Very sloppy technique by both of them, I must say.”

“Hardly the point, love.”

“Indeed. Such behaviour is terribly rude. They would make rather better appetisers than prize fighters.”

“…”

“Will? Darling? It was merely a joke, I would not… I have never broken my promise…”

“Shut up, I’m thinking.”

“…”

“…”

“Will?”

“Ok.”

“Ok… what?”

“Ok, for one day, and one day only, here is your special offer. I rescind all guidelines regarding what constitutes an acceptable target. Today, the rude are up for grabs.”

“…Will.”

“Happy Black Friday, love. Let’s go shopping.”