this is half in tribute, half in sourness to bittermeggirl, because she gave me a prompt and i had feelings.
Persephone had been walking through life, not experiencing it (thank you mommy dearest) when she literally ran into the most gorgeous man she’s ever met, and while he may be at least twenty (it’s only twenty, she swears) years old than she is, they have that spark, and though her mother and father and some aunts disagree, she’s going to have him by hook or by crook. a wedding, three catahoula leopard dogs, and some major mishaps later, they may actually survive to have a happy ending.
I mean, if we’re talking about canon, I honestly think it’s one-sided (on his part), but my otp name for them is only at the end of the world, because I have this post-apocoplytic fic barely sketched out in that Rodrigo tells Ascanio to keep Lucrezia safe as they escape something, and Ascanio’s family name would keep her safe where ‘Borgia’ would not, but I don’t like post-apocolyplse fic, and I’m up to my eyeballs in an AU for a different fandom, but I’m hoping to write it eventually.
“I Support The Troops” is by far one of the most ingenuine idioms used by Americans on all sides of the political spectrum. When the troops are invading countries for oil, mercilessly bombing innocents with predator drones and forcefully establishing a ‘democracy’, you ‘support’ the troops. But when they are taking their own lives, complaining about the culture of rape in the military and/or asking for quarters on the street corner, you turn a blind eye.
Those who claim they support the troops say so with such spurious sincerity it makes me flinch. You support imperialism, the exploitation and enslavement of brown people and you could give a damn about the people who willfully and ignorantly risk their lives to fight unjust wars.
When was the last time you actually supported the troops? And I don’t mean dedicating a post on your Facebook wall. I mean helping veterans resist a home foreclosure, or helped a suicidal marine with PTSD, or sacrificed some change to a homeless vet, or volunteer at a VA hospital, or support one of the 19,000 troops who are raped annually by their fellow soldiers? I thought so.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein. (via riverran)
#mary shelley #this quote though #it’s all kinds of wonderful #hey remember that time one asswipe was like you have 30 seconds to name something invented by a woman… #…and Mary was like SCIENCE FICTION MOTHERFUCKERS #that was awesome #thanks Mary Shelley (via snappily)
And the next time someone starts claiming that teenage girls have ruined the horror genre with romance or whatever you can be like, hey dicksmack, teenage girls and romance built your genre so sit the fuck down. (via sharpestrose)
Mary Shelley fucking invented your favourite genre motherfuckers. You owe her Kirk and Vader and every goddamned thing Joss has ever done that’s made you cream your pants. Created when she was a teenager cause, hey, that’s how she rolled. She took love and showed it as the powerful, terrifying, all-encompassing, ruthless, wrathful thing it is. (via piinboots)
And I would like to add:
(thanks to ashley for the gif)
This is right after Emma offers Hook a chance to be a part of something.
To be a part of her family.
And then he tilts his head and it looks to Emma like he’s trying to read her. He thinks that she can’t possibly mean that she wants him to be a part of her life. He thinks that no one would ever want him, so why should he believe what she’s saying?
Which is why, later, he asks, “Why are you really doing this?” Hook wants to know Emma’s real reasoning for trying to convince him to side with her family because he doesn’t believe that she would bother otherwise. After losing Milah and being rejected by Baelfire, he doesn’t have very high self esteem. Not really. So why should he believe what Emma is saying? She couldn’t want him. In his eyes, he is worthless, and dried up, and dead, and useless, and alone. His only purpose was to kill the Crocodile, and he recently came to find out that even thatdidn’t give him any satisfaction.
Hook is lost. He doesn’t know what to think anymore. But he can’t help hearing that voice in the back of his head screaming at him, “She’s telling you the TRUTH! She wants you in her life. Damn it Killian, just trust her!”
Hook has to make a decision after this conversation. Will he stick with the Charming’s plan and risk his own life to help save the town? He has a chance at having a family again and part of him wants to snatch it up. Or, will he decide to take the bean in his possession and use it to start a new life somewhere else? This route is tempting because it offers freedom and it will kill the Crocodile in the process. But, if Hook sails off into the sunset to start a new life, he will be doing so alone.
Initially, Hook chose the second route - the more familiar path. He’s been alone most of his life, so why change that now? So what if the woman who has caught his attention over the past few months just offered him a chance at a family? He would be able to get over her eventually, right?
But then he saw the “P” and the “S” on the railing next to him and he remembered how he felt after he lost his family before. First, his father abandoned him, then Milah unwillingly abandoned him, then Bealfire didn’t choose him. He had loved the boy, but his efforts ended, again, in heartbreak.
It was at this moment that Hook knew he had to go back. He was longing for a family - to be part of something - and Emma had offered it to him. He had been such an idiot. Yes, this route that he had chosen would offer him freedom, but it wasn’t worth being alone for the rest of his godforsaken life.
So Hook sailed back into the harbor that he had just left. He decided to risk his life and limb (he didn’t know the town had been saved already) for a chance at family.
i just made myself cry
this is perfect