dark-haru asked:

Hi guys, I wanted to know about this "special snowflake"? What does it mean? I get it's something used in a negative way, but I'd like some explanation because I'm curious. :)

It’s a way to invalidate new identities coming up with labels for their experiences. It’s a pushback against change. Let’s say someone identified as asexual, demiromantic, and genderfluid. A lot of people would say that they’re just trying to be a “special snowflake” and don’t need all those labels. And “Why can’t people just be people?” And that’s not okay.

People come up with labels to have a word for their experiences and find a sense of community. It’s validating to know there’s a word for how you’re feeling when you haven’t had one. But some people (both cishet and queer alike) don’t understand that and are invalidating jerks about it.


anonymous asked:

I've been thinking about last night episode and reading some reactions. I feel that there's a little hypocrisy. Yes, it was really awful what happened with Sansa, and it seem that d&d are the evil incarnated. Do people know that this scene in the books it's a lot worse, a lot. Rape is awful whether it happens to Sansa or a minor character like jeyne.

Others have spoken about this (probably more eloquently) but no. Just. no. First of all, one cannot hold show-only viewers responsible for any knowledge or emotional attachment to Jeyne’s storyline. They don’t know about it! At this point they have likely at least heard of it, true, but they haven’t read it, haven’t followed her progression through thousands of pages of text. Secondly, not ONCE have I seen a reaction to last night’s episode that contained sentiments like: “Wow, why not just rape Jeyne instead?” or “God, I could have stomached this if only that other girl was assaulted and tortured.” In every post I’ve seen, where the original Winterfell plot is mentioned, the author has gone out of their way to explicitly say that both instances are disturbing. 

Now I would like to preface this next part by saying, you should never compare traumas, in fiction or in reality. No matter their level of violence or how far the perpetrator goes, it’s wrong and hurtful and should be met with just consequences.

However — what has gotten book readers so (justifiably) riled up is that Sansa is in a (relatively) good place in the novels. Read her TWOW sample chapter. She isn’t entirely free, she’s still Alayne, but she has made friends, built up a life for herself, and is generally occupying a stable, secure state of mind. That plot, apparently deemed boring or insufficient by the show runners, was replaced by substituting Sansa for Jeyne Poole, a character forgotten since S1E1. For shock value alone (Do we not already know Ramsay’s a psychopath? Do we not already know how broken Theon is? Do we not already find rape abhorrent?) they abandon not only her gradual progression towards agency in the novels, but also the hurried version they themselves wrote into S4! D&D have, through this decision, broadcast to their audience that they believe the unnecessary rape of a character to be more important and compelling than plot progression and character development.

That’s…well, insulting to be frank. But no, not a single fan I’ve seen has tried to pass off Sansa’s experience as somehow worse than Jeyne’s. But I do think it’s fair to say that it feels worse as a fan, because we’ve seen a girl making progress towards independence just have all that effort thrown out the window for an unimaginative, cliched, disrespectful plot development that completely ignores a key thesis behind Sansa’s character: that quiet strength is still strength, that kindness is not weakness, and that you can retain a sense of self in spite of extreme loss and suffering.

anonymous asked:

My other half insists that just cause I'm asexual, doesn't mean I'm not straight. I suck at explaining anything, so please, could you provide an explanation as to why I'm not straight if I'm asexual?

“If I was straight, I would have said that. I am asexual. I don’t feel sexual attraction. Straight means ‘heterosexual and heteroromantic.’ I don’t feel sexual attraction to anyone and therefore cannot be heterosexual. So I am not straight.” You might also say something like “You don’t get to tell me what my labels are. I am the only one who gets to say what labels I identify with, and I do not identify with straight.” 



aka, A Picnic at the End of the World.  My Shadows of Mindor quoting saga continues

Han sat on the polyfilm survival blanket under the Falcon’s starboard
mandible, hugging his knees and waiting for the sun to rise. Leia lay on the
blanket beside him, breathing slowly and easily now. She looked like she
was only asleep.

He didn’t think he should wake her up.

The only word Leia had been able to speak had been light. She’d kept
asking for light, even with every light source within the Falcon dialed up to
maximum. She must have been talking about a different kind of light.

And when Han had gotten the grim news on their situation from Lando,
he’d figured that he might as well give her what she was asking for.

Everyone was going to die anyway. There was no escaping this trap. The
choice was between being killed by the breakup of Mindor or being roasted
alive by Taspan’s stellar flares.

So he’d set down the Falcon on the shattered battlefield, spread the
blanket, and made Leia as comfortable as he could. Chewbacca had hung
back; he watched over them from the Falcon’s cockpit, out of respect.
Humans, he understood, often wanted privacy at times like these.

Han had stayed at Leia’s side as her seizures quieted; he stayed at her
side as her every pore oozed black and shiny meltmassif, as it drained off
her and puddled on the blanket. And he would stay at her side as the
groundquakes strengthened and the killing sun rose over the horizon.

He would be at her side when the planet exploded.

A bitter irony: she had suffered so much from being forced to watch her
homeworld destroyed. Now she would die in very much the same brutal
fashion as had her family and all her people.

That was why he figured he probably shouldn’t wake her up.

But the Force again displayed that nasty sense of humor; Leia stirred, and
her eyelids fluttered. “Han… ?”

“I’m here, Leia.” He felt like his heart would burst. “I’m right here.”

Her hand sought his. “So dark…”

“Yeah,” Han said. “But the sun’s coming up.”

“No… not here. Where I was.” She drew in a deep breath and released it in
a long, slow sigh. “It was so dark, Han. It was so dark for so long I couldn’t
even remember who I was. I couldn’t remember anything.”

Her eyes opened and found his face. “Except for you.”

Han swallowed and squeezed her hand. He didn’t trust his voice.

“It was like…like you were with me,” she murmured. “You were all I had
left - and I didn’t need anything else.”

“I’m with you now,” he said, his voice hoarse, unsteady. “We’re together.
And we always will be.”

“Han…” She pushed herself up to a sitting position and swiped a hand
across her eyes. “Is there anything to eat?”


“I’m hungry. Is there any food?”

Han shook his head, baffled. He nodded around at the stormtrooper
corpses that littered the field. “Nothing but, y'know, Imperial ration packs.
And they’re probably stale.”

“I don’t care.”

“Are you kidding?”

She shrugged, and gave him a smile that even now, even here, minutes
from their deaths, made his heart race and his breath go short.

“We’ll make it a picnic,” she said. “We’ll have a picnic and watch the sun
rise. One last time.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

He stripped some ration packs off dead troopers, and they sat together,
shoulder to shoulder, eating in silence as the horizon began to blaze as
though the planet were on fire.

“Well, one thing’s for sure.” Han pushed an echo of his old half grin onto
his face. “This is one meal we’ll never forget as long as we live, huh?”

Leia smiled, though her eyes sparkled with tears. “Always the joker. Even
now. Even here.”

Han nodded. “Well, y'know, we always get romantic when we’re about to
die. It was getting repetitive.”

The ground beneath them spasmed once, then again, and Leia said, “I
think we should respect the tradition.”

“You do?”

“Kiss me, Han. One last time.” She lifted a hand to his cheek. Her touch
was warm and dry, and impossibly precious to him. “Once for all the kisses
we’ll never get.”

He gathered her into his arms and lowered his face to hers - and then a
great Wookiee yelp of joy that echoed all the way from the cockpit yanked
his head up and popped open his eyes. “What? Chewie, you’re sure?”

Chewbacca pounded on the cockpit’s transparisteel and waved both his
arms, frantically beckoning. Han sprang to his feet and lifted Leia as
though she weighed nothing at all. “Han - what is it?” she gasped. “What did
he say?”

“All those other kisses you were talking about?” His eyes alight, he pulled
her toward the Falcon’s freight lift. “He said if we move fast, we might get
every one of ‘em after all!”

- Matt Stover, Luke Skywalker and the Shadows of Mindor

When someone tells me I only like Andy cause of his looks.

These are the questions and statements that prove their statement is incorrect.

1. Why would I listen to the podcast he’s in, that lasts over an hour, if I only liked him for his looks?

2. I bought his chain necklace and bracelet and they don’t have his face on it.

3. I don’t listen or buy their music to listen to his face. Yeah, his voice is sexy. But if I didn’t like their music, I wouldn’t listen to it, even though Andy is really attractive.

anonymous asked:

I recently discovered that I'm a hetero-romantic asexual. I came out to my friends, but they didn't believe me because I've previously said things like "he's cute", "he's hot" and I've had crushes before. They just laughed at me when I told them and said things like, "no honey, you're straight" an "you're not special". Now they refer to me as "straight" AS MANY TIMES AS THEY CAN. How do I handle this? :(

I know of two tactics that should help, hopefully. The first is to rebuff them every time. “If I was straight I would have said so, but I’m not, I’m asexual.” “I’m asexual, not ignorant. That’s a very pretty person, but I have no interest in him sexually.” “Romance isn’t sexual attraction. I can have crushes without feeling sexual attraction. 

The second is to offend them the way they offend you. I’m assuming they’re all straight, but if they’re not, just swap orientations as is appropriate. When they say “you’re straight,” immediately answer, “and you’re gay.” When they start to get offended, casually add, “I thought that since you get to tell me what my sexuality is, I get to tell you yours. Sucks to have someone claim to know your identity better than you, doesn’t it?”