Confession: I’m a bit of a Disney nerd (who isn’t, right?) & I confess that I identify almost all of my Wardens with songs from various Disney flicks. For example, my F!Aeducan would be belting out ‘Won’t Say I’m In Love’ after that bastard, Gorim, whilst falling for Alistair. My F!Tabris would be in the Chantry begging Andraste to help her people with, ‘God Help The Outcasts’ and my F!Mahriel would sing ‘Where Do I Go’ after what happened with Tamlen & lastly my F!Cousland would be singing ‘Reflection’.
No, really, I’m fine.
The look on their faces turn me soppy
Save me from my irrational feels
I want nuns at my wedding!!!!
Even if I don’t know any nuns that would attend my wedding, I would hire some anyway just so I can have this. ;__; I’d give donations to their convent for the rest of my life. /loser
Do I know how physically hellish pregnancies can be? I got pregnant with my first son when I was 17 years old. I was the top of my class, dating my high school sweet heart for 3 years (Mr. prom king himself). I was a cheerleader, varsity team since I was a freshman, runner up for Miss Wallace, and the school “artist”. When I got pregnant, absolutely everyone around me told me I should get an abortion. My boyfriend and his parents, my parents and my friends, and every single one of my teachers (who I considered my friends). I wanted to keep my son, but every day I got pulled out of class, pestered by my teachers to get an abortion, that they would drive me to the clinic themselves, that “nobody would have to know”. I was firm on my decision. I wanted to keep my son. I was harassed to get an abortion until I was about 6 months pregnant, in which at that point I was rejected by my family and friends, and my teachers. To make matters worse, I began to get a pain in my leg that was so severe I couldn’t stop vomiting. I went to the E.R. and they found that I had a D.V.T. Deep vein thrombosis. After several tests they confirmed that I had 2 types of blood disorders, that are so severe I need to be on anti coagulants for the rest of my life, so severe that any pregnancy is life threatening. The doctors urged me to get an abortion, and once again I refused. I was admitted into the hospital for 2 weeks, with the only anticoagulant approved during pregnancies: lovenox. Lovenox is a shot to the stomach that you take every 12 hours, for the remainder of the pregnancy and 2 months after. The feeling of a D.V.T when it completely clots your leg, is like hooking up a hose to the inside of your leg, filling it up with water until your skin is ready to burst, then plugging the hole. It is beyond excruciating. To deliver my son, was even more dangerous. When you are on blood thinners, your blood is kept 10 x thinner then the average person, so I was at an extreme bleeding risk. If for some reason I needed a c-section, or I had other problems, I could have simply hemorrhaged to death. I delivered my healthy baby boy a few months later, the delivery went wonderful. After I had my son, I went to school at the University of Idaho, to study physiology. Here is a photo of my son, who is now 8 years old. He plays the piano, enjoys legos, minecraft, speaks 3 languages and by his choice is a vegan. He is vibrant and compassionate and loves to make others happy, in the morning when I wake up he makes coffee, and occasionally leaves notes under my bedroom door telling me how much he loves me. He always fights for the smaller person, loves babies and children, and tells me that he cannot wait to get married (often asks me how to get a wife lol). This is the face of the boy that every one I knew told me to abort.
But dear, that isn’t it. When my son was very young, I began to date a man and we were intimate very early in our relationship. He was much older then I was, and he told me he was sterile. He lied. After we had been dating for 2 months I became pregnant again. He was unsupportive of the pregnancy. He urged me to get an abortion. I refused. And so began the abuse. At first it was just control of my life. He took away friends, family. Then he took away my car, my phone, my job. He stole my life. Eventually the abuse became so severe I tried to run away. I bundled my son up in a winter coat and began to walk. We lived in a very first class neighborhood, and he was very well respected, and very well off. When the cops picked me up they told me that if I tried that again, they would take my son away. Then he locked me in a bathroom for 3 days. When I finally cut a hole in the window screen, and climbed down off the roof to run across the street he grabbed me by the neck and tried to kill me. I can barely remember what happened, all I know is there was not one part on my body that was not injured bruised. After months of trying to escape, I finally was able to contact my mother who took me in. But that wasn’t the end of it. When I was about 5 months pregnant, I began to feel a sharp stabbing in my chest when I inhaled. I went to the E.R. They found a Pulmonary embolism in my lungs (blood clot in my lungs). These are extremely fatal. This part of the story is similar, I was admitted into the hospital, I took a shot ever 12 hours into my stomach, and after months finally delivered my second son. He is 7 years old. Here is a photo of my son. For his safety the photo I attached he is actually about 4 years old. He is a very quiet and gentle little boy. He literally cannot kill a fly (he catches them and throws them outside), he enjoys cuddling, hugging random strangers (unfortunately), praying, and day dreaming. I have personally never met anyone who is as sweet, unselfish, gentle, and loving as him. He loves to pray, and also loves scary things like ghosts and skeletons because they are “misunderstood”.
After I got my life back together, I married a wonderful man. After we were married for sometime, I got pregnant with my daughter. During this pregnancy I had a D.V.T and a P.E. I was hospitalized for nearly a month hooked up to machines to make sure my heart did not stop (the clots pass through the heart before they are thrown into the lungs). The doctors threatened to sterilize me without my permission. They called me “selfish” for wanting to keep my child. They told me that I was a bad mother because I wanted to keep my child. I delivered my princess, my vibrant, brilliant daughter. She has the longest most beautiful hair I have ever seen, she is soft spoken but wild and a true lady like little girl.
The Doctors told me they weren’t worth dying for. All the suffering I went through, all the shots I took, the bruises in my belly, It means nothing. In fact the second I held them in my arms I nearly forgot all of it. It meant nothing in comparison to the PEOPLE they are.
But dear, that isn’t the end of the story. A few months ago I had a pain in my leg that i noticed while at work. it wouldnt go away and got worse and worse. I went to the E.R. and they found not only a D.V.T that went up my leg, but also giant bi-lateral clots (P.E. in both lungs). But that’s not all they found. I also found out that I am expecting <3 I spent a few weeks in the hospital. It has been difficult to breath but I get a long just fine (it feels as if I am constantly out of breath from running). I am taking my shots, every day, in my stomach to be sure that the clots desolve, and that I don’t get anymore. And this February I will meet my child, my little person.
I’m 26 years old. I own a home, I live a wonderful life. I am well educated, I own a business, I have a family, and it is ONLY because of my children that I have pushed myself. It is ONLY because of my children that I have lived the life I have, that I never gave up. A lot of anti-pro lifers ask me, why would you risk your life for your “fetus”? Because this life in me, isn’t a fetus, its a child, its a person. And there is no greater glory to a Mother, then to give her life for the life of her child. I’m not scared of pregnancy, I’m not scared of death. I live a beautiful simple life, full of love and joy. I am satisfied at 26 to the point I feel I have lived a 1000 years of happiness. So, to answer you question, do I know how difficult pregnancy is? Absolutely. In fact, I am my obgyns FAVORTIE patient. I see 4 doctors every other week, and take weekly blood tests. My stomach is covered with bruises from the injections, bruises that I have to shove a needle back into to inject again and again. And I would do it all over. Any ‘pro choicer’ has absolutely NO right to speak for women who have life threatening pregnancies. Any ‘pro choicer’ has absolutely NO RIGHT to speak about the value of children, when you have never even held your own. You want to speak for women who want abortions? Speak for another group, because I have met women who would and have risked their life to have a pregnancy that wasn’t “convenient”. You telling me about emotional, mental and physical stress of a pregnancy, when I lied in a hospital when I was 17 months old mocked by every one I loved while i lived in fear of death? You are telling me that I just don’t “care” about any of that, that it proves that my views are hateful? Think again. When I risk my lives for my children, I do it because my love is completely unselfish. Because WHO am I to decide that my life is more valuable than anyone else life? Who am I? They were worth it. I promise you.
JACK GLEESON YOU DID SUCH AN AMAZING JOB AND I’M SORRY WE ALL HATE YOUR CHARACTER SO MUCH BUT YOU WERE ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE AND WE’LL MISS HATING YOU
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So, I’m in Kentucky for work and today when we got back, 1000 high school students had checked into our hotel. They had been making quite the ruckus tonight, but then did this to celebrate the start of the Olympics. Not the best video, (cause my fear kept me pretty far from the edge) but that’s 18 levels of them singing! Amazing!
Video credit: Michelle Johnson (Facebook)”
i got f*cking chills omg
THAT SOPRANO D*MN. F*CK
What a beautiful rendition of our national anthem. It is a shame to see that there are so many dislikes for this video just because people cannot appreciate the wonderful, free, and awesome country that is America.
(2/2) But I mean we clearly have differing opinions on this and no amount of arguing will change that. I think your points are interesting. Sorry you found mine disturbing, I suppose.
If you don’t see what I see in that scene, I don’t find that in and of itself disturbing (although it would raise some questions for me personally). What I do find disturbing is your own statement that the reason you don’t see it is that Nick didn’t like her or want her, because that points to a fundamental lack of understanding about what rape is, and has some worrying implications when applied to the real world.
That aside, yes. Adalind has done some very bad things. And I also agree that Nick probably thought, in his desperation to save Hank’s life, that taking away her power was the only way to stop her.
But you see, anon, that’s sort of my point. That first of all, the scene was written and framed in such a way that it mirrored a rape and then excused that act, even justified it as something heroic. And secondly, that everyone is willing to give Nick every excuse for his actions when they’re questionable, because he’s the white male protagonist. But when it comes to Adalind, the (still white) female antagonist, it goes completely the other direction.
People forget that Renard was just as much a part of all that as she was, was in fact the mastermind behind her actions. People forget that the horrible things she did later, she did after she had been disowned by her mother and rejected by her lover because they viewed her as no longer worthy of them after what Nick did to her (just to take the rape allegory even further).
I’ve already had one reader suggest that a life with Kelly was somehow inherently better for Diana than a life with Adalind would have been, despite the fact that Kelly is a murderer and has expressed, several times, her inability to provide a stable life for a child. Why? Not because Kelly is inherently a more moral, level-headed, or responsible character than Adalind (she’s not), but because Kelly is aligned with the protagonist while Adalind is not.
My overarching point in all this is that you can’t hate Adalind for everything she’s done and then excuse Nick, Renard, and Kelly for the things they’ve done in the same breath. At least, not without being a big ol’ hypocrite. None of the characters on the show are perfect. It’s fine to hate Adalind and love Nick or Renard as long as you acknowledge that none of them are perfect characters, that all of them have done fucked up things, and that maybe the reason you hate one and not the others is not because she’s inherently morally inferior, but because she’s written as the antagonist by the show’s creators and you’re buying what they’re selling, so to speak.
Just want to say, I felt the actions Nick takes with Adelind to remove her powers were in fact completely excusable. He had to stop her. To do so, he had to get her to ingest his blood to strip her of her hexenbeist powers. There was no way to get her to do it voluntarily. His idea was the simplest option and a clever one, IMO.
And you can call it allegory all you want, but he wasn’t raping her, he was fighting her. If Adelind was male, and nothing else changed about that scene, it still wouldn’t be a rape allegory. It would be a fight.
#you know thor is gonna go throw his room all ‘I USED TO HAVE ONE!’ just so he can give it to jane so she can take apart #maybe he can’t find out and asks volstagg for one bc his kids have 300 #but also!!! THAT SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS AN ASGARDIAN BALL IS SO ADVANCED #and jane finds such wonder in it #and even when she realised that it’s ball it doesn’t take away from it #and thor doesn’t mock her for it #he thinks it’s cute #he’s definitely gonna find that ball #he’s sure he had one #maybe he broke it
Yeah, I can’t resist to reblog just to remind everybody that Thor fell for Jane Foster in the first place because she was so damn clever, and curious, and passionate about her work, and obstinate, and he was impressed and amazed and so touched to see the humans more resourceful than he thought and hey, here is another bit of Thor’s personality, he’s just so happy to have been proven wrong now that it allows him to see the best in people—
I just fail to understand why so many would dislike Jane Foster, and even more erase her character from their works; she is absolutely marvellous, both unbelievable and terribly realistic, adorable and awkward, driven but sweet, kind but relentless, and so fucking gifted. And there are people wondering why Thor is interested in her?! Argh!
Also this scene is quite wonderful: you have two people who had a crush on each other last time they met, but who have been unable to see each other since, and the current events are hardly allowing them to get to know each other better—and they kinda find themselves in the same situation they were last time, and you see how they reconnect and it’s just perfect. Perfectly untimely and a little bit tragic, too.
Plus, let’s not forget the things they’ve been through together. Even if it was just what, two days? In those two days they got to know each other better than some couples during decades of matrimony. The physical timestream and (in some cases multiple) emotional timestreams are not always necessarily congruent.
Under normal circumstances, it would take Jane years to trust someone like that, if she does so at all. But they meet under extraordinary circumstances, both desperate and dependent on each other’s help. They get to see and appreciate each other very clearly, they come to risk their lives for each other (and in one case at least that’s not an empty promise).
It’s true that by the end of their short time together, they may not have been lovers, but they were very close, very intimate, on an empathic level, something we cannot assume either of them has ever been with another person before. Such a special bond you don’t just forget and be done with. Such a thing haunts you, and you’d be a fool not to go after it.
(What can I say, I have an essay for this. <= THERE I SAID IT)
THIS FUCKING SHOW I SWEAR TO GOD
So… Did he know then? Or did Brett just look at the script that episode, wondering ‘Why are they telling me to nod’?
there’s not enough notes on this
That’s cus we’re missing an eagle.