Marriage Proposal of the Day: The planning! The dorkiness! The tears!
So imperfect it’s perfect.
[thanks, rob!]
oh my god it IS perfect.
orchis replied to your post: So, I have this burning desire to write Merlin fic
PLEASE. PLEASE WRITE MERLIN FIC. I’D READ IT. I’D CHERISH IT. ; u; And I love character studies. alsdfkjñfldsj. Yes, this idea me gusta. :Db
I promise nada.
So, I have this burning desire to write Merlin fic
But it’s all vanity projects, ‘cause Colin Morgan and…guh.
Just, there’s so much I want to explore. Like what it would have been like to give Merlin more time with Balinor, or a look in Morgana’s head as tiny compromise upon tiny compromise within her morality led her inexorably from the pillar of compassion she was in series 1 to the mass-murderer she was prepared to be by the end of series 3.
I want to get inside Merlin’s head, and examine what it feels like to know you’re not even the hero in your own story. I want the moment Arthur learns the truth, and the fear and the despair and the anger and the self-loathing that comes with learning that everything you thought you could take for granted was a lie. I want the moment of forgiveness, of acceptance, when Arthur at last steps aside from the hero’s role and invites Merlin to outshine him.
I want to write Merlin and Hunith, because they’ve never had enough screen time together in my opinion. I want to put myself in Uther’s shoes until I can understand his rationalisations for his actions. I want to know what it felt like for Gwen, finding that she’s become a woman of conviction and strength while her back was turned. I want to delve into the pain of Gaius, living each day knowing he has the wonders of creation at his fingertips and having to choose over and over again not to touch them.
I want to feel Arthur’s burden, share the shame of his desire to let someone else do it for once. I just…there are so many things I want to write. All character pieces, no real plot. I just…there’s just so much left unspoken.
His shirt reads “They gave me a medal for killing two men, and a discharge for loving one.”
You are a bad-ass.
Satire Post: The POC Issue
Okay, fellow white people. We need to have a talk. And, no, I’m not going to guilt you about how much privilege we enjoy and how evil we are en mass or any of that stuff. No, today I’m going to raise a few concerns about the lable People of Colour, and what it means for us.
Because, obviously, that’s all we’re really interested in. Hell, looking after ourselves is exhausting enough, how are we meant to factor in other people as well? It’s madness!
But I’m a bit concerned about the implications surrounding this term. People of Colour. People who have colour about them. Or on them. Or in them, it’s not entirely clear. Now, this label applies to anyone who doesn’t check the “Caucasian/White” box during job applications. You know, those background people we try not to get too close to lest they, you know, point things out. Possibly loudly. Possibly with machetes.
See, the problem lies in what the term People of Colour says about us. You know, the people to whom the term doesn’t apply. People, as the label implies, who lack colour.
Think about this now. We have reached the stage in our racial development where we are the blank sheet. We are A4 before it goes through the printer. We are an empty page in Microsoft Word. We are photoshop without any levels. We. Are. Boring!
Yes, you heard me. Boring. The rest of the world, a VAST majority of the global population, get to be colourful. Get to waltz about in magenta and cyan and ochre and vermilian and cerise and what do we get?
White.
It’s not even a colour. It’s a hue. It’s the absence of colour. We are unbuttered grits, we are mashed potato without the gravy, we are blank. Lifeless. Empty. We are Litttle Orphan Annie’s creepy-as-fuck pupilless eyes in the Sunday funnies. We’re the light-obscured lenses covering the anime villain’s eyes. We are nothingness.
Doesn’t that bother you? I mean, it’s always bothered me, since I was a little girl, that people called me white. It demonstrated, to me, a phenomenal lack of attention to the crayon box. And now we’re blatantly classified as lacking in colour entirely!
Clearly, steps must be taken. I’ve come up with a few possible solutions.
Option 1: We can start calling ourselves “pink” and hope it catches on.
—The drawback: Boys are conditioned to shun pink, and California will probably petition for orange as soon as it’s announced. Also, we’ll look like twats.
Option 2: We interbreed with as many POCs as possible. No white/white mating allowed. This way we will infiltrate the POC community and steal all of their colour for ourselves! Mwahahaha!
—The drawback: Being asexual, I find this idea rather squicky. Also, it won’t work for another generation at least. Also, we’ll cease to exist. Also, it’s stupid and policing people’s love lives never ends well. We’ve tried it. We’re shit at it, and people tend to burn things. Expensive things.
Option 3: We decide as a community to stop drawing lines in the sand based on skin-tone, facial structure, land of origin, hair type, skeletal markers, or any other physical/geographical/political matter. This way, there will no longer be a need to differentiate between POC and PWOC (People Without Colour). If race ceases to be an issue, people will stop needing a banner to unite under, and we won’t have to be excluded anymore! Yay!
—The drawback: Well, this one’s the most difficult, given that it doesn’t involve pink vs orange jell-o wrestling or lots and lots of sex. Also, it means we’d have to do all sorts of icky things. Like extend our priveleges to everyone else. Like restructure our legal system so it no longer blatantly favours caucasians. Like populate our media with realistic ratios of POCs to whites within the context of the setting. Like encourage our children to ignore race lines when making friends for the first time. Like ammending our education system so it offers the same opportunities to all students, regardless of race. Like celebrating the contributions of POC scientists, atheletes, politicians, etc all year round rather than just during one designated month. Like cast POC actors for mainstream film and TV rolls, rather than using “caucasian only” casting calls. Like redefining the standards of beauty to encompass more variations of body and skin types. Like thinking of POCs as people, before we think of them as POCs.
And, frankly, that level of respect and human regard, not to mention the down right dizzying amount of assumption-reevaluation, seems like far too much work, doesn’t it.
Yeah. I thought so. Guess we’ll just have to settle for being the sticky side of the postage stamp.
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…Jell-o anyone?
-PI
And if a woman should say she doesn’t want to have children at all, the world is apt to go decidedly peculiar: ‘Ooooh, don’t speak too soon,’ it will say - as if knowing whether or not you’re the kind of person who desires to make a whole other human being in your guts, out of sex and food, then have the rest of your life revolve around its welfare, is a breezy, ‘Hey - whevs’ decision. Like electing to have a picnic on an unexpectedly sunny day or changing the background picture on your desktop. ‘When you meet the right man, you’ll change your mind, dear,’ the world will say, with an odd, aggressive smugness.
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| — | Caitlin Moran, “How to Be a Woman” (via Buffy Plays With Demons) |
throughaliseyes replied to your post: The Swan Triad - COMPLETE
I saved the epilogue until I had a decent amount of time to devour the words, relish the story and dwell on all the feelings I knew it would give me. I was not disappointed; you are a brilliant writer and have a knack for producing profound emotion.
::Blush::
I…um…I have no words for that.
Just. I’m so very happy you liked it.
A decade ago, voters in Buffalo approved a local law that provided full civil rights protections to transgender residents.
But New York State, despite its proud, progressive history, has fallen behind its second-largest city — and 16 states — in protecting the essential civil rights of hundreds of thousands of transgender and gender non-conforming residents.
For these New Yorkers, the simplest and most fundamental parts of their identity — their clothing, their appearance, their name—expose them to hostility, exclusion and sometimes even violence.
People who are transgender or whose appearance does not conform to gender stereotypes often suffer persistent discrimination and harassment. They face challenges earning a living, finding housing and enjoying life’s necessities and simple pleasures.
But there is no state law that explicitly prohibits discrimination against transgender or gender non-conforming people. The Gender Expression Non- Discrimination Act, or GENDA, will remedy this injustice. Passed on April 30 by the Assembly, GENDA has the broad support of legislators, law enforcement and advocacy groups that seek to guarantee civil-rights protections and safety — for everyone.
Like all New Yorkers, transgender and gender non-conforming people deserve freedom from harassment, mistreatment and exclusion. Everyone deserves equal access to housing, employment, education and public facilities, like restaurants, stores and doctor’s offices.
New Yorker Kym Dorsey lived the first half of her life as Kenny before transitioning to life as a woman. “We are all human,” Dorsey observed.
“We bleed the same. We are taxpayers — we have sisters, mothers, brothers, uncles. Who decides who’s better, who’s more deserving of humanity?”
We can’t afford to look the other way when the rights of any New Yorkers are violated. Ending institutionally approved discrimination is a matter of essential civil and human rights.
It is a nonpartisan issue that merits the support of every elected leader in the state — and members of the New York State Senate in particular.
Enacting GENDA is not a radical departure from long-held values. Many of New York’s towns, cities and counties have, like Buffalo, enacted laws that prohibit discrimination based on gender expression and gender identity.
But all New Yorkers deserve the same protection. The right to live free from discrimination should not depend on a person’s ZIP code.
Personally relevant post is personally relevant. I wondered when that would happen. But R’s life is going really well right now, and I’d like it if it stayed that way. In fact, I’d like it if R’s life got even better. Because he’s like a brother to me and I want the best for him.
Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh I can't believe it's finished. ; u; If you were here, I'd buy you a drink. And a box of Emperador de chocolate. *hugs*
Oh I wish!
