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Is fanfic about politicians a thing?Ā
Does anyone know where to find Pete/Chasten (Buttigieg) fanfiction?Ā
It canāt be just me who thinks they are adorable. They are soooo in love!

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Is fanfic about politicians a thing?Ā
Does anyone know where to find Pete/Chasten (Buttigieg) fanfiction?Ā
It canāt be just me who thinks they are adorable. They are soooo in love!

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āLoneliness isnāt the physical absence of other people, he saidāitās the sense that youāre not sharing anything that matters with anyone else. If you have lots of people around youāperhaps even a husband or wife, or a family, or a busy workplaceābut you donāt share anything that matters with them, then youāll still be lonely.
Johann HariĀ | @wnq-psychology
Lost Connections: Uncovering the Real Causes of Depression ā and the Unexpected Solutions
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IS THERE AN AU YET?!
This moment in Youngerās episode 4.04 really struck me. As a woman who enjoys both reading and writing romance, itās frustrating to feel like I have to defend myself whenever I tell people that. Youāre often put into one of two boxes: a silly little girl obsessed with love or a horny, repressed housewife. What I love about great romantic fiction (besides that itās just plain enjoyable) is its exploration of human emotion and vulnerability, because when are you more vulnerable than when you fall in love? That shit takes guts. Romance novels show characters going through the pain and heartache of life and finding love in spite of it all, and we get to share in the experience as it changes them.
What is more universal than our desire for love? Than the way it transforms us? What is more human than the joy and pain that comes with it?
Love requires vulnerability. True vulnerability requires courage, not weakness.
And uh, how come male authors can include graphic sex and itās deemed āedgy,ā but when women do it (and actually explore the human emotions attached to it), itās ācornyā? Seriously, fuck that.
Cptsd is a more sever form of ptsd. It is delineated from this better known trauma syndrome by five of its most common and troublesome features: emotional flashbacks, toxic shame, self-abandonment, a vicious inner-critic, and social anxiety. Emotional flashbacks are perhaps the most noticeable and characteristic feature of cptsd. Survivors of traumatizing abandonment are extremely susceptible to painful emotional flashbacks, which unlike ptsd do not typically have a visual component. These flashbacks are sudden and often prolonged regressions to the overwhelming feeling-states of being an abused/abandoned child. Toxic shame obliterates a cptsd survivorās self-esteem with an overwhelming sense that he is loathsome, ugly, stupid or fatally flawed. Toxic shame often inhibits us from seeking comfort and support. If you are stuck viewing yourself as worthless, defective, or despicable, you are probably in an emotional flashback.
Complex PTSD: From Surviving to Thriving; Pete Walker; pg 3-6 (via thetwistedrope)

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A friend of mine on FB wrote this and, with their permission, told me that I could share it. I got more than a bit choked up reading it. Enjoy.
Iām 6 years old, and Iām Luke Skywalker, blowing up the Death Star in his X-Wing and using the Force⦠until I go outside to play Star Wars with the neighborhood kids, and Iām told I canāt be Luke because Iām a girl. I have to be Leia instead. Nothing wrong with Leia, but sheās the girl. Sheās my only option, otherwise, Iām not allowed to play.
Iām 7 years old, and Iām She-Ra, with a pegasus and sword and⦠and no one wants to play She-Ra, because He-Man is better, stupid girl, duh. No boy wants to play a girl character. Duh. Stupid girl.
Iām 8 years old, and Iām Liono, with the Sword of Omens, telling me the future and defeating my enemies⦠until I canāt, because Iām a girl. I have to be Cheetara, even though I donāt like to run around really fast. Sheās the girl. Sheās my only option.
Iām 10 years old, and Iām a Ninja Turtle. I have these cool weapons and know martial arts⦠until I canāt be, because Iām a girl. I have to be April. She doesnāt get to do much, but sheās the girl. Sheās my only option. If the other girl wants to play, she gets to be April, and Iām out, because sheās prettier.
Iām 14 years old, and my father yells at me again to stop being such a girl. Stop being weak. Stop being stupid. Stop being you.
Iām 17 years old, and set foot in a comic shop for the first time, only to be told girls donāt read comics. I must just be trying to impress my boyfriend. I donāt even get to ask if they had that book I read part of, with the beautiful woman who was Death, who saved a teenage boy.
Iām 24, and Iām Jean Grey, the powerful Phoenix, but turned into some weird Scarlet Witch hybrid who must die at the hands of Wolverine, because Logan just needed a little more angst.
Iām 28 and Iām Commander Shepard at the helm of the Normandy, but just having the OPTION of a female player character sends hordes of men into a blind rage, intent on stamping out any joy I might derive from this. I have to mute tons of keywords online and play in friends-only groups if I want to avoid being called a cunt for the sin of logging into multiplayer with a female avatar.
Iām 32 and I get a job running a comic shop. I tell my boss Iād like to have ladies nights. He asks, āBut when is menās night?ā
Iām 33 and Iām Rey, facing down Kylo and digging deep to survive, despite being terrified. Iāve been fighting my whole life, though, and I manage to get out of it alive. I spend the next 6 months listening to every other guy who comes into my shop informing me that sheās a Mary Sue and how stupid it was to crowbar her in just for the sake of appeasing the females and pandering to feminazis.
Iām 34 and I get to be a Ghostbuster! My heart sings as I dual-wield proton guns, but when the battleās over, I have to listen to all these guys trash it and talk about how women just arenāt funny and should stop trying.
Iām 34, and I am NOT MCU Black Widow, who categorizes herself as a monster because she canāt have children, who laughs as her male coworkers make rape jokes at the office party. I am NOT MCU Scarlet Witch, who is a problem for the men to deal with, who has to stay home and cook dinner while they take care of business, because sheās just too emotional.
Today, Iām 35, and Iām Diana of Themyscira, striding across a battlefield as everyone follows her lead. Iāve been waiting for this battle my whole life. Going into the movie, I had yet to see a single bad review, from anyone, regardless of gender. I had heard no one saying the movie was pointless or stupid or just another instance of women ruining everything. There is this tall, powerful, beautiful female hero, and no one is acting like itās their job to tear her down. I look at the trending topics today, and everyone still loves it. The naysayers are a fringe minority. There is valid criticism, as the movie isnāt perfect. It has some problems, but overall, itās GOOD. Finally. This is what it feels like. So yeah, I cried. I cried a lot. Iāll probably mist up a lot more times when I watch it. Everyone should get to feel like that.
Read the fuck out of this of the day.
āWhat was the happiest moment of your life?ā āI donāt think I have one yet but itās probably coming up and itās going to be a surprise.ā
⦠that is the most beautiful thing I read in my lifetime
I love this
So I tweeted Reed Hastings, Netflix Co-founder and CEO, yesterday and again today. I donāt know if he has even seen them, but some people interacted with the tweets, so maybe he noticed the notifications.
Russ, J. (1983). How to suppress womenās writing. University of Texas Press. The cover of Russās book does an excellent job of summarising its main argument: that womenās writing is deliberately devalued in a range of ways. Itās on the wrong subject matter, itās the wrong genre, itās morally objetionable, itās not proper art. In 1983 Russ wasnāt writing specifically about fan fiction (yet), but fan fiction readers and writers will recognise these tactics employed against them. āShe wrote about men banging! And it most definitely isnāt art - itās derivative and unoriginal!ā
One of my favourite moments in the book comes towards the end, when after some self-reflection Russ realises that she and other white women within academia and the feminist movement have been employing exactly the same tactics to devalue Black womenās writing. With recent debates on race in both fandom and Fan Studies, this powerful moment of realisation is worth keeping in mind.
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The cover of How to suppress womenās writing by Joanna Russ, which consists of the following text:
She didnāt write it. But if itās clear she did the deed⦠She wrote it but she shouldnāt have. (Itās political, sexual, masculine, feminist.) She wrote it, but look what she wrote about. (The bedroom, the kitchen, her family. Other women!) She wrote it, but she wrote only one of it. (āJane Eyre. Poor dear, thatās all she ever⦠ā) She wrote it, but she isnāt really an artist, and it isnāt really art. (Itās a thriller, a romance, a childrenās book. Itās sci fi!) She wrote it, but she had help. (Robert Browning. Branwell BrontĆ«. Her own āmasculine side.ā) She wrote it, but sheās an anomaly. (Woolf. With Leonardās helpā¦) She wrote it BUT

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chriscolferĀ Happy Birthday, Chris! Been a pleasure watching you grow up.
Writing a novel when you imagine all you stories in film format is hard because thereās really no written equivalent ofĀ ālens flareā orĀ āslow motion montage backed by Gregorian choirā
You can get the same effect of a lens flare with close-detail descriptions, combined with breaks to new paragraphs.
Your slow-motion montage backed by a Gregorian choir can be done with a few technques that all involve repetition.
First is epizeuxis, the repeating of a word for emphasis.
Example:
Falling. Falling. Falling. There was nothing to keep Marie from plunging into the rolling river below. She could only hope for a miracle now, that she would come out alive somehow despite a twenty-foot drop into five-foot-deep water.
Then thereās anaphora, where you write a number of phrases with the same words at the beginning.
There were still mages out there living in terror of shining steel armor emblazoned with the Sword of Mercy.
There were still mages out there being forced by desperation into the clutches of demons.
There were mages out there being threatened with Tranquility as punishment for their disobedience, and the threats were being made good upon.
Mages who had attempted to flee, but knew nothing of the outside world and were forced to return to their prison out of need for sustenance and shelter.
Mages who only desired to find the families they were torn from.
Mages who only wanted to see the sun.
This kind of repetition effectively slows the pace of your writing and puts the focus on that small scene. Thatās where you get your slow pan. The same repetition also has a subtle musicality to it depending on the words you use. Thatās where you get the same vibe as you might get from a Gregorian choir.
Damn I made relatable reblog- bait post and writer Tumblr went hard with it. This is legitimately very good advice.Ā
For more neat tricks (aka figures of rhetoric) like epizeuxis and anaphora, read THE ELEMENTS OF ELOQUENCE by Mark Forsyth. Itās both educational and delightful, not to mention overflowing with wry wit. Great book.Ā
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period: *stops* me: finally me: *wears pretty undies again* period: biTCH YOU THOUGHT
Because it doesnāt matter if a young girl is saying yes, itās an adult manās job to say no.
Emily McCombs, THE MYTH OF THE TEENAGE TEMPTRESS: OR WHY A YOUNG GIRL CAN NOT CONSENT TO SEX WITH AN ADULT MAN (via seriouslyamerica)
FREAKINā THIS!
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I want an inverse spy flick. The spy is a woman. Her whole team is made up of diverse women. All the villains are women. There is only one man in the entire movie and he is a Strong Male Character who is like 25 and decently ripped and has a scene where he slowly steps out of a pool wearing speedos because he is Confident and In Control of His Sexuality. We see his ass when he has to tug down his pants to get at the knife strapped to his thigh. His nipples are always erect for no fucking reason.
They are undercover in a nightclub. In order to keep their cover from being blown, he has to kiss another man.Ā
He knits to relieve stress and to keep his mind sharp. It is never discussed by any of the characters.Ā
Someone asks him how he knows how to do Traditionally Feminine Thing. āI have four sisters,ā he answers.
This is also how he knows how to fight while armed with nothing but a purse, a high heel shoe, and a can of hair spray.Ā During this fight, he is, for no apparent reason, shirtless.
The lead spy is Helen Mirren. She nails the Action Boy in the shower. Thereās a lot of lingering closeups on the way the shower spray runs across his breathlessly ecstatic face. We also hear every breathless whimper of his climax, while out in the hallway Lucy Liu is smoking impatiently, a duffel bag full of rocket launchers slung over her shoulder. The President isnāt going to kidnap herself, here, christ.Ā
Action Boy emerges in a small towel, sheepish yet radiant. Helen Mirren emerges in a tuxedo, also smoking, also with a duffel bag of rocket launchers.Ā
In one scene, the lead villain captures the Strong Male Character. He is, once more, inexplicably shirtless as she ties him to the chair. He makes some quips about his sexual independence before he is rescued by a sweat-drenched Helen Mirren, who kicks down the door and nukes everyone in the room. Strong Male Characterās hair remains perfect throughout the ordeal.Ā
Strong Male Character is heartlessly slain in front of Helen Mirrenās eyes despite all of his skills and combat prowess. His body slumps to the ground, lifeless but supple. Helen Mirren makes a witty quip at Strong Male Characterās killers before quickly and dramatically slaying them all.
She steals one last glance at Strong Male Character. His beautiful eyes stare back from a handsome face with perfectly tussled hair, lips positioned a if in a gentle sigh. Thereās no bringing him back now. Helen Mirren walks away, stronger than before. Strong Male Characterās death has hardened her, but given her the strength and resolve to complete her task.Ā
Roll credits.Ā
An after credits preview clip comes on as a teaser. Helen Mirren with a huge explosion tearing things up behind her walks toward the camera with a new Strong Male Character wearing the tiny, tattered remnants of a burned shirt about his flexing pecs and deltoids, and he is carrying the bag of rocket launchers as he steps in behind her.Ā
So Matt Bomer?
Iām seeing Matt Bomer
and then fandom burns itself to the ground trying to find some guy to slash him with
Nah, Matt Bomer is almost 40. Despite his good looks and great bod, heās way too old to play the shaggable romantic supporting character to 70-year-old Helen Mirren.
Matt Bomer plays Helen Mirrenās sadder-but-wiser ex, computer-savvy, gorgeous but still single, fiercely independent (but itās all an act).
Helen Mirren shows up on his doorstep to ask him for one last hacker job, for old timeās sake. Matt hauls off to slap Helen in the face, but Helen catches his wrist, pulls him close, and kisses him long and hard. Matt struggles at first but finally melts into her embrace.
Lucy Liu strolls past them into Mattās chic apartment, slapping Matt on the ass as she mutters āSome things never change, do they?ā
Late the next night, as Matt and Helen hack into the CIA database, Helen tucks a stray lock of Mattās hair behind his ear and asks him why thereās no husband or kids in the picture after all this time.
Matt turns his sad, beautiful eyes toward her and confesses that there has only ever been Helen for him, but he couldnāt stand never knowing if she would come back alive when she left on a mission. Helen and Matt nearly have a moment, but the computer beeps with the results of their search.
The next morning, Helen goes into the kitchen to find Mattās 20-year-old nephew has come to stay for the weekend. Helen and the camera slowly pan up and down his gorgeous, toned, oiled-up and glistening body as he stands, nearly-naked but for his tight, black satin booty-short underwear, and starts making a gourmet vegetarian omelet.
He turns around and smiles at Helen. āYou must be a friend of Uncle Matt. Iām Caden. You hungry?ā
Helenās eyes drift down to Cadenās bulging crotch. āOh, I could eat,ā she quips.
Helen Mirren and the actor who plays the 20 year old nephew get together in real life. Everyone is delighted by this.Ā
I donāt think financing this would be a problem; distribution probably would. We could hack into the network feed for the Super Bowl, perhaps.
I would watch this a million times
I love this so much Iām gonna illustrate it.
Here is @kehinkiās part 1
OK, seriously, why isnāt this movie already real?
Somewhere a male studio exec has woken up screaming in agony, and he doesnāt know why.Ā
this post wins ALL OF THE AWARDS
(after-credits sequence reveals Ming Na-Wen was the REAL mastermind all along, as she lights a cigar and puts her feet up on The Rockās naked, crouching form)
āItās about being at ease in oneās own skin.ā