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Moon Signs 3

Moon in Aries: You have instinctive reactions to people, and you immediately form your judgments. Your enthusiasm is easy to elicit, as is your anger. When you are in doubt, you immerse yourself in the activity. You are action-oriented, impetuous and determined, but you can also be selfish, irritable, impatient and abrupt. You make your needs known. When you were a child, your mother had to react to your impetuous demands. It was necessary. As a result, you have perceived him as a dynamic person. She taught you, for example, to be independent.

Moon in Taurus: On the emotional level, you are cautious, trustworthy and enjoyable. You react slowly, but once you have decided to devote yourself to something, it’s for the long run. You are stable, but obstinate. In case of doubt, you refuse to move in the least centimeter. But you suffer in times of change. When you were a child, you desperately sought the safety of a present and caring parent. It’s likely your mother tried to be that for you.

Moon in Gemini: You are fickle, agitated, dashing, and you have a clear speech. You express your feelings with spirit and intelligence. But you take a basically cerebral approach to your emotional problems. Though you tend to worry, analyzing your own reactions brings you a dose of calm, and you adapt easily to change. As a child, you were agitated, curious and easily distracted.

Moon in Cancer: The Moon governs the sign of Cancer, and therefore no matter what else happens in your card, you are a lunar person: changing mood, receptive, sentimental, and supremely conscious of the continual flow of your emotions. Tears coqme easily, and the past exercises a magnetic influence on you. You are probably very affectionate and remarkably committed to your loved ones.

Moon in Leo: The Moon in Leo adds heat, luster and exuberance to any solar sign. You consider yourself an outstanding number. Although your pride is easily crumpled, you are generally confident and happy. But when things do not go as you wish, you conceal the doubts you have about yourself and your ambivalence by a firework of emotions.

Moon in Virgo: Shy in terms of emotions, you prefer to repress them rather than express them. You try to be discreet, and you may find it difficult to cope with major problems. Instead, you divert your attention by focusing on details or working so hard that you barely have time to think. You are industrious, you have practical sense and you are helpful.

Moon in Libra: You are gracious, kind, romantic and diplomatic. You avoid vulgarity and try to express your feelings in a balanced and reasonable manner. Love and relational life are indispensable to your well-being, and you can barely imagine life without a partner. But you also enjoy serenity, and you will do what is necessary to achieve this elusive goal.

Moon in Scorpio: Passionate and easily crumpled, you are a complex person. Stubborn, intense, and sometimes self-destructive, you express your feelings indirectly and you often try to keep them secret, which may require a certain amount of manipulation. You avoid confrontation in terms of emotions: you feel that it is safer.

Moon in Sagittarius: You have a philosophic attitude, you are frank, cheerful and generous. Well-intentioned and idealistic, you are also a risk taker who depends on his independence and will do anything to preserve it. When a problem arises, you tend to look for rational explanations. It is easier for you to take action than emotions. You may believe that you are always right, even if it is not, which can inadvertently hurt you. But your optimism eventually comes back, and you embark on a new adventure.

Moon in Capricorn: You are stable, reserved and well disciplined. You know your limits. You may be pessimistic and sad because, in one way or another, the typical joy of childhood has passed you by. Reserved and complexed, you feel more stable and calm when you succeed. The exuberance of feelings and the dramas of other people make you anxious. But in times of crisis, you take responsibility. When you are in control, you experience a sense of authority and control that you try to maintain with great effort.

Moon in Aquarius: In the depths of yourself, you consider yourself a sort of Crusader or pillar of good works of charity. You like to think that you are able to make a difference in the world. Whatever else you see in your natal chart, you are attracted by what is original and non-conformist. It is difficult for you to express your emotions and you can give people the impression of being reserved. In reality, you do not know what to do with your feelings, and you are trying to pretend you do not.

Moon in Pisces: You are gentle, sentimental, influential and compassionate. But each emotional wave puts you down. Extremely sensitive and easily injured, you also possess a very fine intuition. When you act upon it, you are well. Although you may be dreamy and sometimes lack practical sense, it is imperative that you protect yourself emotionally.

50 book asks
  • the adventures of huckleberry finn: do you think kids or their parents are responsible for their beliefs?
  • the alchemist: what are your current plans for the future? will you be upset if they don't work out?
  • alice's adventures in wonderland: how do you react to absurd situations?
  • and then there were none: do you think murderers deserve to die?
  • artemis fowl: how much do you depend on technology?
  • beowulf: is it always worthwhile to hear both sides of an argument?
  • the canterbury tales: if someone is hypocritical, do you point it out?
  • cat's cradle: do you think it's better to believe a lie than to live with an unpleasant truth?
  • charlotte's web: what's your favorite art form?
  • coraline: if you could change your family, what would you change?
  • the crucible: how heavily do you depend on others when forming opinions?
  • fahrenheit 451: do you think there's any knowledge that should be kept secret?
  • the fault in our stars: if you could have one conversation before you died, who would you talk to and what would you say?
  • flowers for algernon: how much potential do you think you have?
  • frankenstein: is it wise for humans to attempt to create life?
  • the giver: talk about a favorite memory
  • the great gatsby: what would you sacrifice for money?
  • harry potter: if you could bring someone back from the dead, would you? if so, who would it be?
  • the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy: what do you think is the meaning of life?
  • the hobbit: do you think the average person has the potential to be a hero?
  • holes: if someone poor stole from someone rich, who would you sympathize with?
  • howl's moving castle: how quickly do you form opinions about other people?
  • the hunger games: would you kill someone if they planned to kill you?
  • identical: how clear is your perception of reality?
  • the importance of being earnest: are you flattered or annoyed by gentlemanly behavior?
  • inferno: do you think you belong in hell? why or why not?
  • jonathan livingston seagull: is perfection a good goal?
  • the joy luck club: describe your family
  • jurassic park: do you think it's wrong to use animals as attractions and accessories?
  • the kite runner: if you could, what social issue would you spread awareness about?
  • les misérables: do you think people should revolt if the government is corrupt?
  • life of pi: if you were stranded, would you be able to take care of yourself?
  • the lightning thief: what would you be the god/goddess of?
  • the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe: if you could start a new life in a new world, would you?
  • lord of the flies: what motivates you best?
  • lord of the rings: is it important to work for the greater good of the world?
  • of mice and men: would you kill your closest friend to save them from a worse fate?
  • the perks of being a wallflower: does listening to other people's problems help you or weigh you down?
  • the phantom of the opera: how much do you judge others on physical appearance?
  • pride and prejudice: are you romantic?
  • the princess bride: what's your best feature?
  • a raisin in the sun: what is your most important possession?
  • romeo and juliet: have you ever done anything ridiculous for love? what?
  • stargirl: do you value uniqueness?
  • the taming of the shrew: would you be willing to be in a relationship with someone who is very dominant?
  • the tell-tale heart: is there anything you feel guilty about right now? what?
  • to kill a mockingbird: do you believe something has value simply because it's beautiful?
  • twilight: how consistent are your feelings about people close to you?
  • watership down: do you think your right to life is any greater than an animal's?
  • the westing game: if you died now, what would you want to happen to your possessions?
Minimum wages and taxes in Denmark

I’m seeing a lot of people talking about minimum wages in the US and using Denmark as a comparison, but I haven’t seen anyone explain how it actually works here in Denmark, so I’ll try to explain:

In Denmark only teenagers are paid less than 16.63 usd in an hour. That means 2495.16 usd a month.

You can earn 6803.96 usd tax free in a year. That money is your’s, no one can touch it. That is 567.03 a month.

That leaves 1928.17 usd that will be taxed. The lowest tax in Denmark is 38% (rich people pay 55%), leaving you with 1195.43.

1195.43 + 567.03 (the tax free money) = 1762.46 usd monthly pay.

Mind you, the cost of living is also a lot higher in Denmark, but you can get by on 453.52 usd a month just fine (after you’ve paid taxes and rent) if you don’t have children. For example, I live well below the Danish “poverty line” but I’m not complaining. I’m doing fine.

There’s also public transportation almost everywhere so you’re not required to have a car. There’s no stigmatization connected with using public transportation except the hassle of it.

38% tax seems like a lot, but the government is very transparent so it’s no mystery what the money are used for. Public healthcare, elder care, education (Danes are paid to take most educations) and so on.

I won’t deny that to be okay with the high taxes it is important to want to help your fellow man and remember that other people are also helping you. It is thanks to the high taxes that our society is so equal, gives everybody a chance to educate themselves and provides us with a safety net in case we lose everything so we won’t end up on the street. It is essential to remember that.

Hope that helped a bit with the comparison. :)


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fantastic beasts asks
  • Newt Scamander : do you put product in ur hair ? do u like freckles ? would you be the type of person to pick up stray cats on the streets ?
  • Tina Goldstein : do you feel badass in general ? do u like hot dogs ? what are ur pyjamas like ?
  • Queenie Goldstein : do you blush often? if yes, in what kinds of situations? do u feel pretty ? oh so pretty? and witty? and smart?
  • Jacob Kowalski : do you like cooking? If so, what do you cook? would you be the type of person to drop everything and go on an adventure? are u a dreamer ? are u good at flirting?
  • Credence Barebone : how often do u get a haircut? what do dark alleyways and strangers mean to you ? on a scale of one to ten how well do u handle being betrayed ?
  • Percival Graves : how dramatic are u in your everyday life ? do u take care of your appearance? do you question your government? are you gay or european?
  • Theseus Scamander : how does it feel to be a war hero?
  • Gellert Grindelwald : what are ur goals in life like literally what are u doing here
  • Seraphina Picquery : are you ambitious ? on a scale of one to ten, how done are you with everyone's shit?
  • Pickett : bonus question ! anything you want to ask !



  • When did you start to care? 
  • I’ve dreamt about your death; put money in a collection box and prayed for it; blew out my birthday candles, wished for it. If it actually ever happened, I’m not sure I’d feel relief or guilt.
  • What if I don’t want to change?
  • Don’t what? 
  • You’re a fucking pussy. 
  • You look like a baby rabbit when you sleep.
  • You’re getting careless. Don’t.
  • I just assumed we’d eventually decide how to move together like normal couples do.
  • But there never was a ‘we’.
  • People fuck up, that’s life.
  • Family is supposed to be forever. They’re supposed to take care of you, regardless of what you do. 
  • Please don’t be the guy that lies. 
  • I have red hair, freckles and crooked teeth. No need for any more character. 
  • I need at least one person in this family to not turn cynical and my money’s been on you. 
  • Anyone who’s been married knows that sex is downhill from there. 
  • Big toe is throbbing like blueballs that no blowjob can ever fix. 
  • She’s a skanky, manipulative bitch and you should unfriend her. 
  • The porn at my desk isn’t really porn. It was pictures of penises, but it was from a circumsision website. 
  • I’ve seen crazy and I’ve seen bad for kids. You aren’t either of those things.
  • Don’t forget to check for hair behind the grill. 
  • I realize you’ve had sketchy parental role models, but can we agree that offing people is not cool? 
  • That turned me off, periscope down. 
  • I want normal people problems. 
  • When you tried to get me to be intimate with three of your friends, it made me feel sad. 
  • So, thanks to me, you’ve been pistol whipped and shot in the ass. 
  • Alcohol is a gift.
  • All I’m gonna be thinking about when you choke me out is how much I love you. 
  • If I had a dime for every time I’ve heard you say that, I’d have one dime. 
  • I don’t mean to be an asshole. It’s just genetic. 
  • I know you think you’re helping, but as someone who has been in and out of the system care my entire life, I can tell you it’s a nightmare. 
  • I wasn’t sure I’d see you again. 
  • Nobody fucks with the [insert last name]
  • You buried a body and you stole from the federal government. You will never get out of prison. 
  • We could always adopt.
  • Girls take that hero stuff straight to the bank. 
  • The whole 'my dad is gay for your brother’ thing has thrown me outta loop. 
  • Giving or receiving? 
  • Doing things you don’t wanna do is how you make a relationship work. 
  • I know school was never your thing, but you’ve never been dumb. 
  • Asking him to pick me over them is asking me to change the thing I love most about him. 
  • She is a crazy bitch and not crazy bitch like you’re a crazy bitch. 
  • She once tried to beat me to death with a frozen fish because I asked for more broccoli. 
  • Kick ass, take names.. and don’t blow anyone. 
  • When you’re poor, the only way to make money is to scam it or steal it. 
  • You get along a lot better with a weapon and a kind word, than a kind word alone. 
  • If I don’t invest in myself, no one else will. 
  • My baby was stolen by my mom and her developmentally delayed boyfriend. 
  • He’s not my boyfriend. 
  • It smells worse than a dead hooker’s ass in there. 
  • I’m not going to let you throw him out like used Kleenex. 
  • She’s fragile.
  • She’s broken. 
  • I don’t wanna be me anymore. 
  • An accident? Where his penis just slipped into your vagina? 
  • You gotta get me out of this car, I’m getting too horned up. 
  • I’m sorry, but now I gotta go pick up my wife’s boyfriend. 
  • Sometimes it’s not worth holding out. Life’s too short, why not just give in? 
  • Why would anyone go to the zoo sober? 
  • I’d trade my left nut for one more hour of sleep. 
  • Your mother was a real cunt. 
  • Circle doesn’t start with an S? What the fuck? 
  • Sometimes when I see the word hospice on the street, I pronounce it ho-spice. 
  • You’re lucky your moms dead. 
  • I made a list of the top 50 stupidest things and all 50 were when I was drunk. 
  • My testicles have never been my ally. 
  • Go fuck yourself. 
  • Front door was locked so I came in the back. No pun intended. 
  • I’m sick of living in your shadow. 
  • I never thought I’d say this, but you were right. 
  • She said she had some personal business. I change her diaper, what’s more personal than that? 
  • How can you be so cold about this? 
  • Just for the record, a lot of great men have been well-lubricated. 
  • I’m not the reason your life is a piece of crap.
  • Your coochie smells like brimestone and Sulfur. 
  • One of my unspoken rules is you don’t fuck someone else when we’re on a date. 
  • You married a drug lord’s daughter to hang on to your ear? 
  • I don’t take bribes. 
  • Honey, you’re an alcoholic. 
  • Where can I get knives and blunts? 
  • You can’t control what goes on in the world. You can just choose to be a part of it everyday. 
  • Where I come from, it’s an honour to share your man. 
  • I’m gonna beat your ass like a pinata until candy falls out! 
  • You don’t love me.
  • You’re kinda growing on me. 
  • Dead people poop themselves. 
  • Where’s the money? 
  • It doesn’t make you a kept woman, it makes you a smart one. 
  • I’ll keep that in mind when I’m feeding my family dog food this winter. 
  • I can’t share a room with someone in constant state of arousal! 
  • Look at me. I can’t go to jail, I might as well wear heels. 
  • I’m gay. 
  • You just made my boy parts get bigger. 
  • Not to be a dick or anything, but you have been kind of a whore. 
  • Eat my ass!
  • Wanna see me make a mangina? 
  • You fucked my brother. 
  • Whores don’t get cars. 
  • I wouldn’t exactly call it an orgy, but there were a lot of naked body parts flying around. 
  • You wish you had a dick as big as mine! 
  • Are you gonna put those in my ass? 
  • If you do this for me, I will dress up any way you want. No safety word. 
  • I was raised by a pack of wolves. 
  • I certainly hope you’re not pooping in there. It’s a closet. 
  • Can I get you something? Milk? Soda? A joint? It’s medicinal. 
  • Like you in the sack, make it quick. 
  • Did you purposely order a Sex on the Beach so I’d say it to the gay bartender? 
  • No. No way. I can’t handle anything in my ass without alcohol. 
  • The beard gets me laid. 
  • I haven’t had a drink for two days. Well, granted, I was unconscious. 
  • You’re hot, but it’s been a while since I’ve been with a dude. 
  • He was warm, like the inner thighs of an overworked hooker. 
  • He may look like he’s in a boy band, but he’s got a point. 
  • Let’s be honest, she’s my last chance at happiness, and that’s more important than video games and masturbation, right? 
  • I am not a religious man, but every now and then, a child comes along who makes me believe in the existence of Satan. 
  • I believe the answer to that question, like the answer to most questions, is fuck you. 
  • Keep laughing, or I will slit your throat in your sleep. 
  • Brush your teeth, I wanna play. 
  • Other than the presents and the booze, can you tell me three good reasons we should get married? 
  • Oh, don’t mind me. I accidentally took three of my pills instead of one. 
  • Well, if you need me, I’ll be in the bushes across the street stalking you.
Understanding Scottish Independence: for Americans

It seems like a lot of Americans don’t understand the relationship between the UK and Scotland. Let me tell you a story to try to help you understand.

Imagine that Canada has a terrible disaster of some kind. They’re completely bankrupt. They can barely feed themselves. Maybe it was a huge meteor strike or something. Anyway, Canada is kind of lowkey screwed.

So America decides to help their little brother to the north. They offer to bail out Canada, as long as Canada joins the US, and the ten provinces and three territories of Canada become 13 new states.

For a while things are pretty okay. Canadian currency becomes American currency and every Canadian dollar is valued exactly like American dollars. The Canadian capitol in Ottawa is shut down, and Canada sends their representatives and senators to Washington DC. The old provinces can still collect state tax, but all the federal taxes get sent off to the IRS, and the Canadians get Federal funding the same as other states.

Not all Canadians are happy about the arrangement. They feel like their identity as Canadians is lost. It seems like there are more and more barbeque joints and fewer and fewer Tim Horton’s as time goes by. They want to still be Canadians, but everyone now calls them Americans. After all, they’re all from North America, right?

The problems start to arise when it comes to governing. The Americans draft a bill in congress that cuts all funding for French language education and television. The Canadians are incensed! They are told, “You have representatives in Congress. Just tell them to vote against it!”

They do, but there are only 26 Canadian Senators and 50 Canadian Representatives in Congress, while there are 100 Senators and 435 Representatives from the US. Even when Alaska and Minnesota vote with Canada, there are not nearly enough votes, so they lose all of their Federal funding for French tv and education.

That ends up just being the start. The US cuts funding for the Canadian socialised medicine and welfare programs. They decide it’s not fair for them to get better healthcare and welfare protection than the other states. They’re told that if they want to keep those things they’ll have to raise the money from their own state budgets and state taxes. But they have restrictions on how much they can raise in state tax, so services are strained.

There are little problems here and there as well. Whenever Canadians go down to the original states, the locals refuse to take their Canadian money or give them a hard time, even though it is legal US currency.

Most of the former members of the Canadian national hockey team are recruited into the US olympic hockey team. They do really well in the early rounds, and headlines scream “USA! USA!” When the Canadians point out that every player on the team is Canadian, the Americans scoff and say, “Quit being so nationalistic. We’re all Americans.” The team loses in the final to Russia. The headlines scream, “American Bid for Gold Destroyed by Incompetent Canadians.”

Canada is rich in oil and other natural resources, which are now owned by the US government. With so much land and so few people, per capita they contribute more money to the US budget than they get back in Federal spending. They ask to get more of it back to pay for healthcare and education, but they are outnumbered in congress as usual.

Socially, Canadians are just different. The Canadian states legalise gay marriage across the former Canada with little fuss and the only protests came from the south. They have strict firearm restrictions and they resent that Americans keep bringing in guns.

A war breaks out in Europe. Planeloads and boatloads of European refugees pour into North America from Britain, France, and Spain. The President immediately reacts and calls for restrictions on refugees, claiming that there is no space for them, and they’re too dangerous. Meanwhile, Canada wants to welcome as many refugees as possible. There is plenty of space in Canada, they love welcoming new cultures, and they want to help. Unfortunately, immigration is not a state-level power, so they are banned from accepting refugees.

The US decides to increase their military spending and starts wars all over the world, as usual. Canada pays their share and then some. Americans start to feel uncomfortable with all the nuclear stockpiles in the country, but they refuse to get rid of them. Instead, they park their entire store of nukes just outside Toronto. Not a single Canadian voted to approve the move.

Things start to break down. The Canadians have long recovered from their original crisis, and it just seems like they no longer have any power to govern themselves. They are socially far more liberal than the original states, but their votes don’t mean anything in Congress, so they are constantly saddled with an extremely conservative government.

They’ve been an independent country before. They know it’s possible. If they broke out of the US, they could bring back socialised medicine and welfare and the French language. They could spend more on health and education and less on the constant wars. They could make the Americans take their nukes back, so that they aren’t endangering their largest city.

The Americans don’t understand. “Your population is so small! You’re part of the greatest country in the world! You’ll never have that kind of global clout if you leave us.”

But the Canadians don’t want global power. They just want to take care of themselves and be Canadian again.

So that’s basically what the relationship between Scotland and England is like. Scotland doesn’t want an Empire like England does. We just want to take care of ourselves on our own terms. Our priorities and values are just fundamentally different.

(Loki x reader) Can't sleep pt.4

A/N: ANGST TIME! (rip readers)

Words: 1,194

(Tag list below)

Warnings: Swearing, angst 

Part 1

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Part 3

Loki sat on the couch in the avengers headquarters, reading a book as per usual whilst some of the other avengers sat around and discussed the current mission that was afoot. There were suspicions that a group of terrorists were planning a massive attack in the name of anti-vigilante protests. Whilst this was usually the government’s job to take care of this kind of thing, you, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Sam, and Steve were asked to take care of the suspected area that was under threat.

“I don’t know why Tony would send you on this mission. It’s far too dangerous” Loki had said earlier. Holding your hand gently, hoping he would never have to let go. 

“I’ll be fine Loki, You know I can take care of myself” you had replied with your beautiful sweet voice.

“I know, I just worry about you” Loki responded, kissing you on your forehead before you had left him alone to wait for your return.

Loki tried to hide his concern for you by taking his mind off the problem at hand and focusing on the latest book you had given him called ‘Looking for Alaska’. It wasn’t as grand or spectacular as the other books you had given him, but he didn’t mind. It reminded him of you without making him fret. The other avengers still didn’t know about the two of you, only Thor knew that Loki had feelings for you. However, he didn’t know that he had confessed them to you.

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Façades of Peace by andavs (3/3 | 73,341 | PG13)

“A Ger—there’s a Nazi werewolf in Beacon Hills?” Stiles was yelling now, he couldn’t help it, because what the ever loving fuck was their lives. “A Nazi were—an alpha Nazi werewolf.”

Old Houses by words_reign_here (20/20 | 66,892 | NC17)

Written from a prompt I found on tumblr you can find here.

Basically, a 21 Jump Street meets Teen Wolf meets shadowy government agency.

big brother stiles by i_like_dragons (3/3 | 58,582 | PG13)

stiles didn’t mind taking care of 5 teenagers, sure it was… weird, but he didn’t mind it. they needed someone, and he liked helping them, so why not?

One life stand by Vendelin (6/6 | 84,278 | NC17)

Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it’s getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there’s only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

All Derek wants is Stiles’s time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It’s the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he’s ever had, and he’s more than happy to sign up.

Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it’s just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

The Payoff Pitch by Leslie_Knope (12/12 | 83,974 | NC17)

Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team’s star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He’s trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn’t baseball.

But then he meets Stiles.

Coming Home by ThisIsMyTherapy (23/23 | 69,525 | NR)

Derek leaves Beacon Hills and Stiles behind to search for forgiveness and peace. Four years later he returns with his sister Cora to rebuild their childhood home and create a new life for themselves. We learn how Stiles was affected by Derek leaving, what Derek has been doing the past four years, and that while Derek had the opportunity to heal, Stiles wasn’t so lucky.

This is a story about forgiveness and letting go. Of finding love even if you try to fight it. This is a very slow build so please be patient.


World War II was certainly a horrific time for the people of Britain, but what about their pets? With the introduction of rationing in 1940, many families found it difficult to feed themselves, let alone their fury friends. A year earlier, the government had sent out a pamphlet to every British household titled Advice to Animal Owners. Inside was what every pet owner feared: Instructions on how to kill their pets if war should break out again:

“If at all possible, send or take your household animals into the country in advance of an emergency. If you cannot place them in the care of neighbours, it really is kindest to have them destroyed.”

The pamphlet contained a coupon for a special type of pistol used to euthanise animals humanely. In all, over 750,000 pets were killed.

Bite Me

In honor of a few new people following this old tumblr I’ve decided to quickly post a few stories I have from other places on the internet. Enjoy.

“Help save Terra? Help save Terra? Sir, sign a petition to save Terra? You, you there! Human! Sign a petition to save Terra?”

Hank Miller looked up, bleary eyed, from his drink. A young, idealistic looking quextal male shoved a dataslate under his eyes.

“Terran, won’t you sign a petition to save your planet?”

The human grunted noncommittally and shoved the slate away, waving over the hotel bartender to fill his glass again, and attempted to shove the thoughts of the quextal to the back of his head. An impressive feat really, quextals look like a remarkably ambitious blue furred bipedal dog had the brilliant idea of mating with an anteater.

Rather, it was an impressive feat until the data-slate was shoved under his nose again, jarring Hank’s wrist and nearly causing him to spill his cheap xeno-brand knockoff whiskey wannabe. Which, while it wouldn’t have been used to clean toilets in a human bar, was the closest Hank could get to something remotely familiar tasting in this ass-backwards corner of the universe.

“Fuck off.” He grunted, and tried to turn his attention back to his drink for a third time.

“C'mon man just sign the damn petition. We have to protect Terra!” Hank sighed, placed his xeno-whiskey down on the table, turned, and half turned towards the seven foot tall quextal.

“Look pal, I ain’t in favor of your stupid fucking petition, for reasons I think I just made clear, namely, that it is a stupid fucking petition. Now please let me drink my stupid knock-off whiskey in peace.” His short speech given, he turned for what he thought was the last time back to his drink.

“Why don’t you wanna help man? It’s your fucking planet isn’t it?” The quextal demanded in its both low pitched yet somehow irritatingly whiny voice.

Hank took a deep breath, slammed the faux-whiskey down on the table, turned, and stared the xeno in the eyes. Despite being seated and nearly a foot shorter while standing, Hank still managed to give the quextal pause.

“Listen to me you little shit and listen good. That’s not your fucking planet to save. It’s ours. We were born there, not you. When your species was communing with nature and figuring out your precious fucking place in the fucking ecosystem, we were barely scratching out a living. When your arrogant species had developed a per-fucking-fect system of getting into orbit, and were busy singing your way into spacecraft we were busy not dying.

"Mother Terra is a stone cold bitch. A lot of scholars like to call it ‘resistant to developed life’ which is code for 'it’ll chew you up and spit you out’. When we were shat out onto the cold, uncaring surface of our bitch mother we were scared hairless primates barely able to understand who we were. We were born without teeth or claws, without armor or fur. You were breast fed your worlds gifts, not a poisonous fruit in sight. We tore open the breast of our mother and took what we needed, because she wasn’t going to give it to us.

"Did we fuck her up? You bet your ass we did. We plundered the bitch for all she was worth and then some. She birthed a race of vicious primates and we turned on her in our fury. We pockmarked her with explosions and tore her with mines, we burned her forests and plundered her oceans. We razed her surface all the while desperately outrunning her wrath. Storms that could wipe this bar and half of this godforsaken planet off the map. Waves that could drown cities, human cities mind you not these pathetic bend-in-the-wind deathtraps you xenos call cities. We fought earthquakes that could swallow coastlines, and you haven’t the faintest fucking clue what an earthquake is do you?”

Here the quextal tried to butt in.

“Of course I know what an earthquake is you arrogant-”

“No you don’t you pup, now shut up and listen. You think you know what an earthquake is because you read about it in a book. I grew up on that bitch earth, in a place known for earthquakes. I know what a real goddamn earthquake feels like, it feels like judgement day has come and the world is ending.

"We fought storms and waves and earthquakes, we fought fires that set half a continent ablaze. We fought and fought and fought and finally we said 'fuck it’ and gave dear old mom one last kick in the teeth, nuked the hell out of eachother, and fucked off that godforsaken rock forever.

"Not five years later your expeditionary fleet comes in, tells us we’ve 'lost our planetary mandate’ and that they’re placing our home, our planet, under quarantine from us. We can’t do a damn thing about it because we’re still reeling from leaving home, still reeling from the knowledge we’re not alone in this universe, still reeling from the deaths of millions in atomic fires and the throes of Terra both. Billions of us, adrift in space. We just barely manage to colonize Mars and Europa in time to save our species, because we 'lost our planetary mandate’.”

Hank leaned over and spat onto the floor.

“That’s what I and every goddamn human thinks of your precious planetary mandate. Fifty years later, half a century of the most hard-core terraforming known to the most esteemed scientific minds in the galaxy, and the Galactic Council is considering letting us back onto our home planet. Considering it, as though they weren’t the most imperialistic bastards we’ve ever known and trust me you fuzzball we’ve known some fucking imperialists.Considering letting a few of us live on our bitch mother again, and an entire goddamn movement arrives to try and say we can’t go back yet, it’s not safe, we’ll destroy our planet again.”

Miller stood up, swiped his wrist-pad against the counter to pay for his drinks, and placed his coat back on.

“How dare you tell us what we can and cannot do to the bitch. We’ll heal her up, but because we want to not because you and a dozen species like you told us to. We’ll take care of the hag in her old age, but don’t you think for a goddamn second its because of your precious 'Galactic Council’. It’s because despite the fact that she’s a hag, and a bitch, and the worst mother in the goddamn galaxy, she’s our mother. And I swear by all that I hold dear, Whiskey, John Moses Browning, Sergei Ivanovitch Mosin, Mikhail Kalashnikov, and the United Terran Republics, if you space-communists keep us from taking care of our mother how we see fit, I will make it my life’s mission to eradicate your government and your way of life.”

Brigadier General Hank Miller, UTR Marines, stood up, and a half dozen of his staff stood and followed him.

“And if one day she dies, when she comes to hell, she can bite me.”

↠ request list.

note: I tried to keep the one-liners below of each fic slightly vague just so not too much is given away, but you still get a taste of what I got from the requester. So anyways, I hope you all enjoy what is to come!

kim seokjin | reader 

  • delivery-boy!jin
  • doctor!jin
  • when your enemy happens to be the son of a gang leader 
  • dystopian “on the run from the government au”
  • zombie au 

min yoongi | reader

  • dealing with mistrust after cheating 
  • sarcastic trash-talking oc who gives even yoongi a run for his money
  • you like jungkook but you love yoongi

jung hoseok | reader 

  • psychometry 
  • enemies to partners + secret agent au
  • neighbor / childhood best friend badboy!hoseok 
  • hoseok’s girlfriend passed many years prior, and then he meets you
  • hoseok taking care of your kid alone for the first time
  • you may look like his ex, but you’re nothing alike
  • dancer!hoseok finding his muse

kim namjoon | reader

  • space travel au 
  • wisdom teeth confessions 
  • namjoon works at the bookstore and you have a crush on him
  • having a three year old and meeting namjoon 

park jimin | reader 

kim taehyung | reader 

  • the t-shirt thief
  • hanahaki au from taehyung’s pov
  • ghost oc needs taehyung’s help to move on
  • fem!dom + taehyung 
  • an outgoing taehyung who takes interest in the quiet girl 
  • “dinner at the convenience store” college au
  • “lost in stereo” + taehyung
  • “under the cloak” gryffindor!tae getting a birthday surprise
  • parenting au 

jeon jungkook | reader 

  • soulmate timer au 
  • post-nuclear war 
  • meeting jungkook when you’re sent to the countryside by your family
  • ao haru ride inspired fic 
  • making a baby
  • teaching you quidditch + slytherin!jungkook
  • asphyxiation with roommate!jungkook
  • crushes to sub!jungkook
  • single-dad!jungkook
  • being a runaway and meeting jungkook along the way
  • villian!jungkook x superhero!oc
  • jealous jungkook + fem!dom 

multi-member | reader

  • oral from taegi
  • jikook body swap au
  • jikook smut
  • grey to colors soulmate au; love triangle with yoonmin
  • jealous taekook threesome 
  • vmin teasing the oc with their skinship

member | member 

  • merman!jungkook + fisherman!yoongi
  • they don’t want to accept these unfamiliar feelings + taekook  
  • enemies to lovers + namjin 
  • confident namjoon and shy-guy jin 
  • sugar daddy au + taegi 
  • jihope smut
  • yoonmin fairy tail au 
| Yorktown | Alexander Hamilton

I am not American so I actually had to do quite the research for this. Please don’t penalize me 

“What do you mean no?”

Alexander furrowed his eyebrows at your figure, placing the quill pen down. He seemed genuinely confused.

“Why…?” He blinked. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but was this an actual serious question?”

You scowled at his indifference. “Yes, I’m serious!”

His face remained passive. “Are you asking me to give you permission to fight in the war, Y/N?”

“Yes,” Your hands remained slammed on the desk. 

Alexander looked like he was still not comprehending. “Are you feeling ill?”

You sighed in irritation, anger slowly simmering. “No, Alexander. This isn’t a joke, I am not mental, nor am I sick.”

Alexander seemed to finally understand and his face morphed into an unimpressed expression.

“If you’ve finished entertaining yourself with your delusions Y/N, please shut the door behind you-”

“I can fight!” You blurted. “I’ve even been taking shooting lessons. I am more than prepared for this.”

His mouth opened in surprise, and anger. “Who-?”

“Unimportant,” You interrupted, knowing that if you told him who had taught you such things you were literally signing their death sentence yourself. 

“And I suppose you would hide your weapon underneath your dress?” There was a thick mocking tone in his voice as he rested his chin in his palm. 

You flushed. “Of course not. A dress would be a ridiculous garment to wear in battle, not to mention impractical. I would wear a uniform.”

“A woman in pants? A woman in war?” Alexander laughed in mirth, his tussles of hair moving with him. “I begin to wonder if I am dreaming.”

“Alex please,” You said. “I cannot merely sit by! This is my country as well!”

“What you are asking is the heights of insanity, Y/N!” He lost his composure as well, hotheadedness butting yours.

“I’m your friend-”

“Which is why I am cutting your idiocy from now. Now go.”


“That is an order Y/L/N.”

You balked at the use of your last name, clenching your jaw. “Yes, Hamilton, sir.”

You turned swiftly and walked through the door, fists trembling. 

You were not throwing away your shot.

“At arms!”

“Sir!” The collective voices rang out, a deep sound, soldiers lined up in every row. 

Your chest heaved.

A cold bead of sweat slid down your neck as your voice was lost in the thousands. In your far-sight you could see the esteemed General walking with purpose, belting out orders. 

Stay out of sight, stay out of sight, keep your head low, the words repeated over in your mind.

You bit your lip hard, sharp iron flooding your mouth. Your cap was low over your eyes, your bust bounded tight against your chest.

This was it.

After everything, this was it. The risk to steal a uniform. The expense of smuggling your way into the ranks. The nagging of your conscience as you knocked out a man to take their gun. 

Fortunately, you hadn’t been detected. In all the rushed preparation and chaos, there was no real order. And if anything, the more soldiers the better to fight, so you had managed to slip in undetected.

“Take the bullets out your gun!” A voice all too familiar rang out. You cringed more into yourself, making sure to blend into the mass human fodder. “We move undercover and we move as one!”

Except this wasn’t the haughty, intelligent voice of the man you knew as your friend. This was the cold cut, demanding command of a war general. Alexander was no longer Alexander in that moment. 

You already knew the plan. The troops were to fix bayonets and to unload their muskets, in fear that an accidental discharge would alert the British. You would move through the night to launch the surprise on the enemy, accompanied by the French on the other side of the Bay to sandwich the British. 

And you would head straight into the enemy ranks.

The first explosion lit up the night, ripping through the silence. 

For a second your breath hitched in the calm as you registered exactly what that meant. The signal. The battle had begun.

Then everything went to chaos.

Gunfire exploded all around, vibrating through to your very soul. You froze, watching every sense of sanity unravel before your eyes. Someone bumped into you, making you almost fall over, but it knocked you out of your daze. You had no time to be scared. This was it. 

Your fingers rapidly loaded the chambers of your rifle, slipping due to the sweat covering your entire body. The fatal explosions never let up, as the very earth itself was shaken. You rolled to the ground, gravel hard and scraping underneath your palms. It was lucky you did, as several detonations tore apart the very spot you had been standing on. Your heart leapt into your throat but you forced down any and all inhibitions, ice running through your veins. 

The only sound you registered was your heartbeat pounding away at your skull, your breathing shallow. You peered over your cover, vision tunneling in on the other side, the uniforms easy to distinguish even among-st all the fighting. Only one word flashed in your mind.


You drew the hammer back into full-cock position before pulling the trigger.

 Three weeks.

You’d been at it for three weeks.

Your clothes were in tatters at this point, and you found yourself glad there were so many layers to the outfit. One of your legs had lost all feeling, and you were sure you needed medical attention for a gash in your abdomen, but this was all insignificant, the adrenaline keeping you going.

The troops had driven the British back, capturing the redoubts one after another. The column lead by Laurens had rushed to the rear and cut off British retreat.

Yorktown had been fully bombarded. Like promised, the French cut off the British’s escape by sea, blocking Chesapeake Bay, led by commander Lafayette.

Artillery was used day and night, the battlefield littered with rotting corpses, red bathing almost everything you could see. Showers of blinding sparks rained from the cannons.

You ducked into another trench, wincing as a shot grazed your ankle, but continuing nonetheless. 

“Grenade!” The cry sent your blood cold. “Move!

And move you did. Nearby soldiers scattered like ants. You ran as fast as you could, but the damage to your ankle was worst than you thought and you stumbled along. Just as you thought hope was lost, a firm hold took grip on your arm, and you were roughly dragged westwards.

You hit the floor with your savior, the grenade exploding somewhere long behind you, accompanied with horrid screams. Tears blurred your vision as the hand on your arm tightened. 

“Are you crazy?” The voice demanded, rough. “Just standing there? Get up soldier! Now!”

You lifted your head only for you to go breathless for the thousandth time since the battle had begun. But this time for a completely different reason.

Alexander stared, eyes wild emotionless in a state of war. There was a cut extending from his hairline to his jaw, his eyes a swirl of bitter coffee and lips set in a firm line. You watched his face slowly morph, those detached eyes filling with raw emotion.

Oh no.

“Y/N??” He said, choking. You had cut your hair to your ear length and there was dirt and matted blood all over both of your features, but it wasn’t nearly enough for him to not recognize you. 

His shock turned to utter confusion but it wasn’t long before both were traded with a burning fury. You didn’t wait for him to possibly kill you, using his surprise to escape his hold.

Your name was yelled behind you but you didn’t look back once, hugging your gun close to your chest and rushing to help load more cannons.

You couldn’t believe it. 

Another day had passed of firing artillery at the British fort. The sun had just peaked over the horizon, when something caught your eye that made you stop in your tracks.  


A young man in a redcoat stood on top a parapet, frantically waving a white handkerchief. 

A hush washed over the city as an officer from American lines ran and met the other, and tied the handkerchief over his eyes.

Firing ceased totally.

What went next went by so quickly you almost didn’t catch it.

George Washington negotiated terms of surrender, his large figure seeming almost reverent as he stood before the ruins. 

We won,” you murmured.

Then pure elation flooded your senses.

“WE WON!!!”

We escort their men out of Yorktown

They stagger home single file


Tens of thousands of people flood the streets
There are screams and church bells ringing


And as our fallen foes retreat
I hear the drinking song they’re singing…

And everything had been worth it. Everything had been entirely, absolutely worth it - oh god you had won!!

You joined in the celebration, losing yourself to the sensation of togetherness and ultimate victory, streams of tears running down your face.

“WE WON!!”

And yet again, a hand gripped your arm. 

The next shout got caught in your throat. You tilted your head back only to meet inflamed brown eyes. 

Alexander Hamilton gritted his teeth. “Y/N.”

Your mouth opened but nothing came out. He dragged you out from the main crowd to the side of a building.

“What were you thinking?”

His voice was low, calm. You grew even more terrified. Alexander was easily provoked, easy to blow up. Except now he wasn’t.

And again, you were terrified.

“I-” Your voice broke and you grimaced as his unwavering stare pinned you to the wall. The celebration was still going on, voices of joy that were oblivious to your plight.

“What could you possibly have to say to me?” He simmered. “Y/N, I could put you in jail. There are strict penalties for this.” 

“Not only did you go against a definite order from a commander,” He counted off on his fingers, each one making you cringe further into yourself. “You impersonated a male soldier - knocked out one mind you - and stole a weapon of the government.”

“You wouldn’t let me go,” You said defiantly and even you knew that was a weak argument. 

“And why do you think?” He rebutted. He gestured to your state, your injuries and the way you could barely stand on your feet. “This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen!”

“I can take care of myself, Alexander!”

“Well clearly you can’t!” 

“We won,” You bit out. “Can’t you just accept that fact? Why are you so obsessed with control??!” 

“Because you’re hurt!”

You blinked at that, chest heaving. “What?”

Alexander hissed, grabbing his hair roughly and looking away from you to glare at the air. “You’re hurt Y/N.”

You pursed your lips. “We were just in war, Alexander.”

“One you should have never been involved in!” His nails dug into his palms, drawing blood. His eyes were going all over now, and you could sense him panicking. “If I had just kept a better watch - If I had been better I could’ve prevented you from going-!”

“Alexander,” You hesitantly put a palm on his shoulder. He locked eye contact with you abruptly. You took in a breath to dissipate your remaining anger. 

“I’m alive.”

“What?” He was still riled up.

“I’m breathing,” You said slowly, cautiously reaching for his hand. When he didn’t move it, you took it in one of your shaking ones, pressing his finger tips to your diaphragm where he could feel the breath entering and leaving you. “I’m breathing. I may not be in the best of shape, but I’m still alive. In fact, from what I remember, you saved my life back there. You’ve done more than enough.”

His eyes searched yours, as if looking for something there. You didn’t know what he could be searching for but couldn’t break yourself from his intense stare.

And you had no idea who leant in first, but the next second you were kissing. His hands cupped your cheeks as his lips moved harshly with yours. You had no complaint, returning the affection with just as much passion, tangling your fingers in his hair.

The rough, open mouthed exchanges took a turn after that, turning to something sweeter, softer. It slowed down as well, and you found that there was something more there than just an exchange of lust. 

His lips brushed yours now lightly, over and over before breaking off with a breath of relief between your mouths.

“Don’t do that again, Y/N,” He said tiredly, resting his forehead to yours. 

You couldn’t help the exasperated laugh. “I don’t think I’m planning on joining another war anytime soon, Alexander.”

He chuckled. “You better not.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, mind rolling over the recent events, repressing the images of war for now, only focusing on how Alexander’s hand felt interlocking with yours.

And the world turned upside down.

Part 2


Weekly Reading List #22

Hello There!

Never thought I could do this in time, but here it is again, my Weekly Reading List. Thanks to some holidays I had a lot of time to read and clear my likings, so there is a long list of good fanfiction I want to recommend you warmly. But I think it’s a good compensation to next time. Gonna spent some days in Rome next week, so I won’t have a lot time to read and my next list maybe will be short. But we will see ;) Well, like I told you a while ago, I am addicted to Leonard McCoy, maybe even Karl Urban after all, since there are a few stories about other characters he played. It’s definitely not on purpose to read Bones x reader mostly, they just pop up on my dashboard like snowflakes. But that’s nothing I should complain about :) So I hope you gonna enjoy the list below like I did. Have Fun!!!

Originally posted by tree--frog

Almost Human

John Kennex

I’ve been sick today                                          @lt-sammi-matthews

Fandom Mix

John Kennex x James T. Kirk (no x Reader)

McKirk AU                                                         @medicatemedrmccoy

Star Trek

No Pairing

YOASS 1k challenge                                         @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

James T. Kirk

3 Word Prompt                                                  @dark-fire-fills-me

A Haphazard Approach                                    @kaitymccoy123

A Little Comfort                                                 @girl-next-door-writes

Celebrate                                                          @imoutofmyvulcanmind

Drabble                                                             @will-you-stop-it

First Sign of Trouble                                         @startrekyourself

Going Into Labor with Jim’s Baby                     @imaginestartrek

Imagine                                                             @multi-fandom-daddies

I’m Here                                                            @atari-writes​​

I was so scared. I wasn’t even sure what was going on @outside-the-government

Jim Takes Care of You                                     @fandomheadrush

Misconceptions                                                 @outside-the-government

Motivation Ficlets                                              @kaitymccoy123

The Poker Seduction                                        @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse​​

Shape Of You                                                   @auduna-druitt

Shy Security Officer                                          @youre-on-a-starship

Twins                                                                 @youre-on-a-starship

What Should Have Been                                   @auduna-druitt

Worth It                                                              @coyoteimagines

Leonard “Bones” McCoy

Alpha Bones                                                      @whatif-animagineblog

Approximately This Big                                      @enterprisewriting

Backwards (Part 1-4)                                         @kaitymccoy123

Being Teased about your Crush on Bones        @imaginestartrek

Dance With Me                                                  @kaitymccoy123

Drunken Dancing                                               @imagineangryspacegrump

Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy  @kaitymccoy123

Good Girl!                                                          @impalaanddemons

Happy Birthday                                                  @medicatemedrmccoy

Happy Hour                                                       @medicatemedrmccoy

Into The Woods                                                 @girl-next-door-writes

I Trust You                                                         @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

It’s hard being the one to make everyone smile all the time @outside-the-government

Joys of Parenthood                                            @imagineangryspacegrump

Leonard McCoy’s Guide to Hula Hooping          @dolamrothianlady

Look The Other Way                                          @lurkch

Make A Wish                                                      @littlecarowrites

Not Like This (Part 1-5)                                      @starshiphufflebadger

On the Futility of Revenge                                  @bkwrm523

Rumours                                                             @arrowsshootyouforwards

Save The Last Dance                                         @imoutofmyvulcanmind

Scaring Bones                                                    @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

Show You How It’s Done                                    @outside-the-government

The Fire and the Flood                                       @mccoymostly

The Great Divide                                                @imoutofmyvulcanmind

The Kobayashi Maru                                          @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

Wilted @trade-baby-blues

Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy x James T. Kirk

The Five Year Plan Part 2                                  @wonders-of-the-enterprise

McKirk (no x Reader)

Fly Me to the Moon                                             @captainsbabysitter-blog

Morning Surprise                                                @medicatemedrmccoy

Tattoo                                                                 @outside-the-government


No Pairing

I Trust Her                                                          @67chevy-imagine

When Universes Collide (part 3)

Paring: Avengers, X-Men X Reader

Prompt: In this story, Avengers Universe and X-Men Universe finally collide together during the Avengers’ Civil War.

Warnings: Some swearing

Length: 3,265 words

Intro / Part 1 / Part 2

Your name: submit What is this?

“So, what, you’re going to sign and become their puppet?” Hank McCoy followed you around the room you shared with him as you packed a backpack.

‘Huh, déjà vu … . again.’

“You don’t understand. I have no choice, Hank. I have to do this not just for the school, but for the Mutants of the world.” You frustratedly forced a shirt into your backpack before zipping it up and slinging it onto a shoulder.

“So, yeah. I guess, I will be …” You turned around and gave him a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry Hank, but this might be it. There will never be an X-Men team ever again after the Accords are signed.”

Hank took a step back and leaned against the door frame with his hands in the pockets of his tan khakis. You tilted your head with a hint of a smile on your lips and sad look in your eyes.

“Will I ever see you again?” He bowed his head before peering over his glasses at you with a puppy dog look that made you smile and your heart ache a little.

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Okay so I have more AU ideas than I do anywhere near the time and energy to pursue them all so I’ve decided sometimes I’m just gonna put ‘em out there sort of like kittens.

To a good home: AU where full alien or obviously nonhuman looking Keith ends up alone on Earth at a very young age, is found by the Shirogane family and basically adopted as Shiro’s younger brother because Shiro has no idea what exactly this person is besides small and vulnerable and alone but he’s responsible for them now. He’s thirteen and gonna take care of this alien five-year-old if he has to personally fight the government.

anonymous asked:

One thing that always bothers me about discussions about Aurora is that no one really discusses the likely circumstances of how she got pregnant in the first place. I find it hard to imagine that she deliberately sought to have a second, illegal, child. The pregnancy likely was an accident. And, perhaps like in our current society, when she realized she was pregnant, she decided not to go to medical and get an abortion. She made a choice, like women today do all the time. What's wrong with that?

Yes, I am also upset by Abby telling Clarke, “it’ll be your instinct to protect everyone” and Clarke being willing to risk her life at 16-17 to inform the Ark about the O2 because it was her dad’s desire. I think it’s a horrible situation to put a teenager in. Not that Clarke doesn’t do a kick-ass job saving the world with Bellamy Blake, but their parents did put a ton of pressure on both of them. Abby, Aurora, and Jake aren’t cupcakes, although they all had noble intentions. I don’t have an-

anti-mom bias. I love my mom dearly, and she’s amazing. But her own mother had 6 kids with a man who abandoned them all and subsequently tried to commit suicide and split up her kids to foster homes, where one was sexually assaulted and another lived under literal bridges. Today, a lot of my aunts/uncles have fallen into drugs, mental health problems, physically abusive relationships, deep debt, and one has stollen expensive real estate from the others through coercive practices. Some of my–

cousins are happy and successful, others are so depressed they can’t leave their rooms. I do, I guess, have a problem with moms procreating when they know point-blank their kid is being born into a horrible situation. Sorry. It’s great Octavia found a way out and gets to be a hero. I’m happy the story has a “happy” ending if we can call it that. But it’s like China’s one-child policy. Sure, the government is oppressive and totalitarian. But how much harder are you making your life by having–

a second child within it who can’t even make human contact with others from the day she/he’s born? On some level, you must have a slight problem w/Aurora’s choice to have baby #2. Unless she was raped. I’m not saying I support her aborting Octavia at all. But if she actively chose to get pregnant with her, it does make me raise my eyebrows a bit because she wasn’t just making choices for herself/risking her own life. She was risking Bellamy’s (& Octavia’s). But I do like that you’re getting us-

to think more holistically about the situation. I surely don’t support telling those who are poor not to have kids - that’s nuts. All my ancestors were poor when they came to the US. But if they were told the next kid they’d have would live in one room or under the floor, yeah, I’d have a problem w/that. I see it as child abuse. I’m sorry, but I do. I know it’s fiction. I don’t hate Aurora; I know she loved her kids & tried to do right by them. But she made a hard situation nearly impossible.

You say you don’t have an anti-mom bias, but you do. You just explained it. Where it came from and why. You blame MOTHERS for the world being fucked up and hard and the trauma they experienced and bringing kids into the world. You just blamed your grandmother for her husband leaving her and the subsequent generational trauma. You did. And your mom made it out and half your cousins did and you’re still blaming your grandma for the ones who didn’t. Not your grandpa, apparently. Which i find interesting. But pretty typical.

The one who takes on the burden of responsibility is the one who is blamed. The one who disappears is let off the hook. That means you blame mothers and not fathers. That is a bias. And that is part of our society. We ALWAYS blame the mothers. Where are the men? Gone. Let’s blame single mothers, poor mothers, mothers on government aid. The ones who have been abandoned to struggle in a world, taking care of children without help. How did Aurora get pregnant? No one knows. It was clearly an accident, a birth control fail. But someone was having sex with her. Someone fathered that child. 

And yeah, there are lots of immigrants who have children irl here in one room, as illegals, knowing they could be sent back, knowing that they’re poor and HOPING they are giving their children a better life. A chance. This is current reality. Children make life harder. Even if you have resources. That’s just the way it is. But they also give life purpose. 

We’re all fucked up. The world is fucked up. And it’s not your grandma’s fault and it’s not Aurora’s fault. I think so often, we blame the victims for being victimized and trying to regain some control and not being strong enough in the face of horror and suffering. 

I’m not saying that the Blake’s family life wasn’t messed up. It certainly was. But this does not automatically make Aurora abusive. She did what she could in this unfair and horrible situation and Octavia came out of it sane because she was loved. That wasn’t just Bellamy, it was Aurora too, she taught Bellamy to love, and she loved Octavia. 

You said she made a hard situation nearly impossible, but I’m going to challenge you on that, because what she did was create the heroes of the world. Hard doesn’t mean failed. Struggle doesn’t mean undeserving. Bellamy and Octavia are STRONG. They survive no matter what. Bellamy CARES for everyone. Octavia has an unswerving concept of justice (even when she goes wrong with it she never stops reaching for justice.)

People see hardship and confinement and they say villain and abuse. Completely ignoring the STRENGTH and FAITH it takes to persevere in impossible situations. 

Sorry. I’m not for Aurora hate, and that’s what a lot of it is. It’s not canon. It’s fan bias. We have so many reasons why we get to feel justified in blaming Aurora. It’s not actually a good world for mothers that we live in. We blame them for everything that goes wrong in a child’s life, and not the system that leaves them to care for children alone when men abandon them, when society doesn’t support their ability to provide. When they are disrespected on an institutional level. 

Y’all got your social justice causes. Poor mothers are not cool or sexy. They are easy targets to blame. Blame Aurora. Sure. Nobody cares.

I wrote this yesterday and it’s been sitting on my computer all day and night, because it turns out this issue is personal to me. I’m not going to say I am offended, because I think people jump to offense far too easily, and I understand that we are all a part of our society, and this ‘blame the mothers’ and ‘blame poor mothers’ is built into it. I thought this before I was a mother, so it’s not just about me going through it personally as a mother. And I do think people write Aurora and Abby as villains in their fanfics because society says that horrible mothers are uncomplicated conflict, because mothers are the ones that ruin their children’s lives, as a given. I also understand that not everyone has experience with poverty, which I am happy about, so they have a hard time understanding what it means to grow up in poverty, to try to find a meaningful, hopeful life in poverty, to have a family when you have no opportunity. But I’m going to post it anyway, and hope that you don’t take it as a personal attack, but, like you say, an attempt to shine a light on a cultural norm that is actually toxic and misogynist.

Toy Story 3 Meme
  • "You have a date with justice."
  • "I always wanted to end with a bang."
  • "This was our last chance."
  • "The war is over. We will fight elsewhere."
  • "It was an honor to fight with you."
  • "We will always be there for him."
  • "Will you miss me when I'm gone?"
  • "We must do what is best for everyone."
  • "Hold on, this is no time to be hysterical."
  • "This is the perfect time to be hysterical!"
  • "There is no way out!"
  • "I'd like to join you posse, boys, but first I'm gonna sing a little song."
  • "We do a lot of improv here. Just stay loose, have fun- you'll be fine."
  • "So long, partner."
  • "You gotta keep them together because they're madly in love."
  • "Now you gotta promise to take good care of these guys. They mean a lot to me."
  • "He'll be there for you, no matter what."
  • "Thanks, guys."
  • "You would not believe what I have been through tonight."
  • "Spare me your lies, temptress! Your emperor's defeated and I'm immune to your bewitching good looks."
  • "You've got a playdate with destiny!"
  • "Want my advice? Keep your heads down, you'll survive."
  • "I've been here years, they'll never break me."
  • "Authority should derive from the consent of the governed, not from threat of force!"
  • "He ain't the sharpest knife in the...the place where they keep the knives.."
  • "Don't you turn your back on me."
  • "Don't you walk away."
  • "Don't you tell me that I don't care, cause I do."
  • "Don't you tell me I'm not the one."
  • "Don't you tell me I ain't no fun."
  • "Just tell me you love me, like I love you."
  • "When we're together, gray skies are clear and I cheer up."
  • "From the bottom of my heart, I just can't take it when we're apart."
  • "We belong together."
  • "You'll be mine forever."
  • "Its gonna stay this way forever."
  • "I'm not shy, there's a whole lot I wanna say."
  • "Talk about friendship and loyalty."
  • "Talk about how much you mean to me."
  • "I'll promise to always be by your side."
  • "The day I met you was the luckiest day of my life and I bet you feel the same."
  • "Don't forget if the future should take you away, that you'll always be a part of me."
Daddy’s Little Girl

Originally posted by astrologyexplained

Title: Daddy’s Little Girl
Summary: John taking care of your daughter on his own. 
Rating: PG
Word Count:906
Tags: @outside-the-government @medicatemedrmccoy @yourtropegirl @dolamrothianlady @imoutofmyvulcanmind @bkwrm523 @imaginenterprise @imagineangryspacegrump @starshiphufflebadger
A/N: If you guys like this I’ll add more like The first time John starts dating again or having the talk so just tell me if you guys like it.

John Kennex was called a lot of things in his life: a great detective, a decent partner, one of the best in the force… the best husband. But lately in his life he’s been working on being the greatest dad. Terra was only two years old when John lost you, he just wasn’t fast enough… again. Losing you led to the biggest arrest in his life, he was finally able to take down Insyndicate and finally get justice for all the men he lost, but none of it changed the fact that he was now left to raise your daughter alone.

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