Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

knitmeapony:

saiditallbefore:

Who is Wynonna Earp?

Wynonna is the hero of this awesome little show.  Her mission is to break the curse on her family by killing demons (called Revenants).

Revenants killed her father and older sister when she was a kid, so she’s kind of messed-up.  She’s angry, she makes bad choices, she makes a lot of enemies. She’s a complex character and I love her.

But Wynonna isn’t killing Revenants alone!  Her younger sister, Waverly, is right there beside her.  They’ve been estranged for years, but while Wynonna has been traveling, Waverly has been gathering info on all the Revenants they’ll need to put down.  

Look, Waverly is adorable.  She’s a little less messed up than Wynonna, but she’s still got her issues.  And while she has a boyfriend in canon right now, she also has a flirtation with a fabulous lady cop named Nicole Haught (yes, pronounced “hot”).  

The show is produced by Emily Andras, who created was a writer on (thanks to @prydonianrenegade for the correction) Lost Girl, so there’s a fair chance of a f/f pairing in canon!  Plus, Diggin’ Up Bones (ep 5) gave us a m/m pairing among the Revenants, with a sympathetic and interesting backstory.

But!  There are two more main characters to talk about.  Next up, there’s Agent Xavier Dolls.

He’s with the US Marshals Black Badge Division.  He knows about demons, and he gets to deal with the crazy Earp sisters.  He has some dark stuff in his past (involving other towns that dealt with the supernatural).  Oh, and he’s super hot.

(Who am I kidding; everyone in this show is hot.)

The fourth and final lead is Doc Holliday, aka Henry.  

Yep, the Doc Holliday.  He’s back from the dead and may not be on anyone’s side but his own.  He’s mysterious and shadowy and he plays the Revenants and Earps against each other, while having plans for his own revenge.

This show was pitched to me as “gender-flipped Supernatural without the road trip,” and that’s pretty accurate so far.  If you’re looking for high art, this isn’t it.  But if you’re looking for a fun, cheesy, modern-day western set in Canada with two female leads and supernatural elements, then this is the show for you.

Wynonna Earp airs on SyFy (in the US) and CHCH (in Canada) every Friday.  As of today (May 3) only 5 episodes have aired, so there’s plenty of time to catch up!

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Update: F/F relationship is now 10000000% canon.  Agent Dolls for president.

bisexualdinahlance:

AU where the reason the Germans wanted to create a super soldier serum is because of reports from the end of the first World War about a strange woman working for the allies with  remarkable strength and who nearly destroyed an entire weapons base right before the armistice

wonder-trev:

lordsoth42:

effervescent-wallflower:

If you’re feeling disenfranchised by the fact that Marvel Comics is turning all of your beloved superheroes into Nazis, try the Wonder Woman Rebirth comics!

This comic has everything! A diverse cast of characters,

Commander Etta Candy, who is now a black lesbian-or-bi woman,

actual relationships between wlw characters,

Steve Trevor, the most pure example of non-toxic masculinity,

so many complex women,

and of course, actual Wonder Woman, 

a bisexual Amazon princess who fights the forces of evil with truth and love, and also has never turned into a Nazi.

This series is written by the amazing Greg Rucka, who also wrote Wonder Woman: Down to Earth (which is fantastic) and is in my opinion the best writer except for maybe Gail Simone and William Moulton Marston to ever write Wonder Woman comics.

A great recommendation if you want to read the comics after watching the movie

wizardlyvassal:

baeddelshinsgirl:

Besides training all the major Greek heroes, Chiron was also a doctor.

That would make him the Centaur for Disease Control.

*sigh*

fuckbangovers:

So at my house we have an intercom in everyone’s room and when you press “talk” and speak into it everyone can hear what you say

So last night at like 1 AM I spoke into it and quietly whispered “Shia Labeouf“ 

I heard my mom scream in the other room

aerefyr:

with father’s day coming up, i want to remind ya’ll if you got a awful dad that you owe him absolutely nothing.

also I’ll be your father if you want. do you need tampons or a baseball I can go to the store and get one.

nehirose:

voidbat:

shanastoryteller:

so i have this disney playlist i listen to usually when i’m driving and i was blasting poor unfortunate souls this morning and i was thinking

what if ariel didn’t sign the scroll?

because she’s about to, okay, and she looks at the paper. the parchment made of seaweed, the ones that’s specially treated to survive underwater. and she thinks of her cave of treasures, her books that remain perfectly preserved underwater. “no thank you,” she says slowly, becoming keenly aware of air of this place, of the not-people she’d seen who hadn’t been able to pay the price for sea witch’s bargain. “i – no. thank you. but no.”

ursula tries to convince her otherwise, but ariel runs. she goes back to her cave, destroyed as it was by her father’s anger, and thinks.

she’s the daughter of triton. her books never got wet, though she lives in the ocean. she feels a pull inside her, to the land, to somewhere else, but what if – what if –

what if she doesn’t need the sea witch or her father to perform magic for her? what if she has her own?

ursula had wanted her voice because that’s how she performed her magic. singing in this cave had given it powers and protection, and when she saved her prince from the sea – she sang then too, to keep him safe, to guide him back to life and away from death.

so she has magic. she only needs to figure out how to use it.

so that’s what ariel does now. she’s quiet and keeps to herself, and her father and sisters think that it’s because she’s upset with her father, that she’s busy licking her wounds. she’s moved on from that. she has no trident, and is uninterested with fueling her magic with the souls of the damned like ursula has. so she needs to figure something else out.

she does what she’s not supposed to do, and goes where she’s not supposed to go, slipping past the guards and patrols to the one place in the sea that is forbidden to all of them.

the crevice in the earth where what remains of her grandmother lives.

ariel goes to amphitrite, and the sea goddess is so much bigger than ariel, the size of great whale as she curls at the bottom of the sea floor, too old and too tired to do anything more than sleep. “granddaughter,” the great being croaks, opening an eye as blue and as unfathomable as the sea, “you look like me.”

“they say i look like my mother,” she says, and to herself adds: that’s why father can barely stand to look at me.

“you have more of me in you than your mother,” she says, and she shifts and pulls her mass of red hair over her shoulder. “more of me in you than your father does, even.”

“i have magic,” she says, pulling her bravery to the fore as she swims closer to her grandmother, “i want you to teach me how to use it.” amphitrite pushes herself up, and it’s the first time she’s moved in a millennia, and ariel notices for the first time that her grandmother isn’t a mermaid – she has legs.

she has legs.

“you have power,” amphitrite corrects fiercely, “and i will teach you to wield it.”

and so she does. ariel spends her nights by her grandmother, learning to harness the power of the sea that runs in her veins, and sleeps her days away while her sisters and flounder and sebastian grow more and more concerned, but she refuses to tell them why. she refuses to be stopped.

but her heart still aches. she fell in love with her prince, and she wants him still. so she swims to the edge, goes to the beach where his castle resides in the dead of night when her lessons with her grandmother are complete, and sings

. she’s careful not to let any magic leak through, only her voice. she does not want to enchant him. she wants him to love her as she is. so she sings, her voice clear and powerful and cutting through the air. she hopes he can hear it.

then one day a figure walks to the beach, and it’s him, her prince. “hello?” he calls out, “are you out there? are you – please, it was you that saved me, wasn’t it? won’t you come out and let me see you?”

so she does, waves her tail at him until he catches sight of her and takes hesitant, disbelieving steps closer.

“you’re a mermaid,” he says, eyes wide, “i thought i saw – but it couldn’t be.”

“i am, and it can,” she says, heart beating wildly in her chest. he’s just as handsome as she remembered, and she wants him just as much. “my name is ariel.”

“ariel,” he repeats, and pulls off his boots and goes wading into the water, watching her to see if she flinches away from him. she doesn’t, and his strides grow bolder. “my name is eric.”

“eric,” she whispers, and when he’s close enough he touches her, trailing fingers across the bare skin of her shoulder and tangling them in her hair.

when he kisses her, she feels powerful enough to undo the world.

so there’s that now, spending her nights with her grandmother and her prince, and she knows how to make her own legs now, could walk onto land and be made a queen among the two legged men.

but she’s a princess here first, and before she can do that she needs to take care of something.

ursula.

the rotten sea witch with her rotten sea magic won’t be allowed to torment her people any longer.

she tells her grandmother, and amphitrite smiles and says, “an excellent decision, child. i’ve enjoyed our time together, but i think it’s time for me to sleep once more. i’ve taught you everything i can.”

and tears prick ariel’s eyes, but she holds them back. she knew that it couldn’t be forever, that her grandmother can’t die but no longer desires to live and this is the in-between.

“you’ll be an amazing queen,” amphitrite murmurs, and closes her eyes for a millennia more.

this isn’t something to be done in the dead of night, although it would be easier to do it then.

she will make a spectacle of it, she will remind the sea that her people are not to be trifled with.

once upon a time they feared a blue eyed, red haired sea queen with the power to destroy them all. it’s time for them to do so again.

so she drives ursula to the center of the city. her sisters cower and people hide, and her father comes rushing forward to save her.

“you’ve committed great crimes against my people,” she says, not flinching as lightning gathers in the sea witch’s hands, “so now shall a great crime be committed against you.”

“foolish girl,” the sea witch snarls.

triton is yelling. he won’t get there in time.

he doesn’t have to.

she doesn’t need to sing anymore. instead she lifts her hands and pulls ursula apart without ever touching her, not only renders flesh from bone but also sets free the souls she’s been hoarding, reverses the magic done to those who’d fallen into the sea witch’s trap.

they all stare at her, her people, her father, and her sisters. she looks to triton and says, “i’m not a little girl anymore.”

he opens his mouth, closes it again, then says, “i can see that.”

all at once everyone’s perceptions are turned sideways about their youngest princess. she commands a power that even her father doesn’t have access to, she’s not depressed and dreamy – she’s powerful young woman who knows exactly what she’s doing.

so she does what she wanted to do, she gives herself legs and steps onto the sand and launches herself into eric’s arms. she becomes his bride, and the rumors run rampant of what she is, of where she came from, but they can’t prove anything and so they rule.

they live long, happy lives. ariel is his consort, his advisor, his wife, his tactician, and his best friend. all those years reading drowned books have certainly paid off. she ages herself along with her husband, bears his children and then teaches them they ways of her – their – people.

her husband dies, and she disappears, like the stories of selkie women that everyone whispers around her. their children give their father a sea burial, and vow to see him again one day. what they know and none of their subjects do is this – their father’s body isn’t in that casket.

she returns to her ocean, her legs form into her glittering green tail, and she goes home. she uses her terribly powerful magic, and brings her husband with her. she went from princess ariel of the sea to queen ariel of the land, and now she’s back again.

she’s not quite a teenager, but neither is she the old woman she pretended to be on land. she’s returned her and her husband to the prime of their life, and as she gained legs to be with him, he now gives his up to be with her.

eric becomes a merman, and a prince by virtue of being ariel’s husband.

she returns to her family and her world without missing a beat, and they all welcome her as if she never left, treat her husband with kindness and respect.

because they all know.

it doesn’t matter that she’s the youngest. when, far in the future, triton’s reign ends –

ariel’s reign will begin.

YYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

@nehirose

OH MY GOD THE @ NOTIFICATION GOT BURIED SO I ONLY JUST SAW THIS?  AND IT’S SO AMAZING I’M REBLOGGING IT REGARDLESS OF IT NOT BEING SUNDAY BECAUSE IT’S AMAAAAAAAZING.

jabberwockypie:

taibhsearachd:

cottoncandydumpass:

cottoncandydumpass:

idmi:

misscherrylikesthediscourse:

nenime:

drdrpleaselisten:

casehusbands:

scumbugg:

misscherrylikesthediscourse:

Giving homeless people MONEY instead of FOOD can save their lives this winter, shelters cost money, being able to sit in McDonald’s and nurse a coke for a couple hours to warm up costs money, often accessing public toilets (whether it’s to use them, wash up or just to be out of the wind) costs money. 

Just give homeless people cash, just do it, no excuses, no whining about “enabling their drug habits”, if you have money to spare, give it and possibly save someone from literally freezing to death. 

Absolutely. And this idea that people should live up to some sort of predetermined standard you have is really uncool - there is no standard for if people should be allowed to be alive.

You shouldn’t give anything because you expect a result, you should give because it’s a basic human value to nurture other souls and foster community.

If you‘re worried about giving them money (which i think is totally valid btw, you work hard for your money and wanting your attempt at help not to wind up hurting someone, or even buying the hit that kills them, is a valid concern) invest in mcdonald’s gift cards. mcdonald’s are everywhere, they can get a hot meal, and the cards can’t be redeemed for cash.

Nope.

Not good enough.

McDonald’s doesn’t cover the cost of entry for a homeless shelter. McDonald’s doesn’t pay medical bills. McDonald’s also doesn’t pay for the drugs that often keep people alive on the street.

Here’s a fun fact about using drugs when you’re sleeping rough: a $10 hit of pretty much anything can keep you feeling warm, keep you awake through the night when you’d otherwise be vulnerable to violence, keep you from feeling hungry for up to days at a time, and keep you from /dying as a result of withdrawal/.

Your moralistic approach to providing people support benefits no one but you.

I’m pretty sure the legit homeless shelters in the UK are free? Which is why some people don’t feel comfortable giving cash to homeless people who say they need money to stay in one overnight - they perceive it to be a lie and the person actually wants it to go buy alcohol/drugs - and the bulk of the world outside of tumblr isn’t comfortable with that idea.

Really the thought that homeless people are having to pay to stay in shelters is fucking horrifying. How can it be justified? How do you turn round to someone living rough and say “well I know you’re in a shit situation but go beg $x and I’ll let you stay in this accommodation that is specifically meant to help you”?

Well Bethan, as long as you’re 100% sure that all shelters are free and all their services are free too, let’s talk about accessibility. Are they full? Are they near capacity? What’s the quality of life in there? Do people need to fear having their belongings stolen or getting sexually assaulted? Are the staff friendly and skilled? Are people of all ethnicities truly welcome? What about people who are disabled or mentally ill? What about trans people?
Even assuming that somehow all currently homeless people in Great Britain have access to a free shelter that is more welcoming than sleeping rough, there might still be expenses. I don’t wanna assume how you live your life but I’m guessing you spend money on more things than food and basic shelter? What about clothes? Using the laundromat? Using public transport? And what about people who are addicts suffering from withdrawal or self-medicating their chronic pain or mental illness?
Bottom line is, you only need logical thinking and empathy to realise that homeless people need money and it’s none of your fucking business what they spend it on.

In my opinion, if you’re giving money to someone, it should be so they can lead a better life. If you’re not sure giving them money will lead to that, I don’t see the point in doing it. Just ask them what they need; if they need shelter and you don’t trust that they’ll spend your money on it when they say they will, I guess you could walk them to wherever they need to get a place to stay? Or walk them to a grocery store and let them choose what to get. I guess along the way you’d get to know them better and then decide if you can trust them to use your money wisely and lend them an actual sum. (if you wanna be extra and all and you pass by that person regularly, I don’t see a reason why you couldn’t take them for a 5 minute shopping trip each day ;) ) It might be a good idea to check up on the quality of your area’s homeless shelters! Maybe they just don’t know about them? This is just me shooting out ideas though XD (Just buying them a Happy meal or even throwing them change is still amazing though! You see so many people get passed by hundreds of others before even getting glanced at 😟)

Okay but the thing is, not all of them are going to be able to have a better life.  It’s not a great situation, but honestly?  Some of these people are never not going to be drug addicts.  Some of them are never not going to be homeless.  Like, yeah, ideally all of them will be able to get help and find a better life, but it’s not a given. 

Does that mean they don’t deserve to have a less shitty time of it?  If them using the money I give them to use drugs helps them get through the day means they don’t have to go to the hospital for withdrawal symptoms, then let ‘em use that money on drugs!

I think the problem is that when you only give when you’re sure they’re going to “lead to a better life”, you make yourself a moral gatekeeper of what people deserve help and what help they deserve.  And honestly I think that mindset is unkind, unhelpful, and ultimately harmful both to you and the people who need help.

I’m gonna share a quote from Sports Night that in its essence entirely encapsulates the way I approach helping out homeless folks, especially the ones that I think (in my OBVIOUSLY flawless wisdom (I”m being sarcastic)) are going to use that money on drugs or booze or otherwise not working towards “a better life”.

Isaac: Danny, every morning I leave an acre and a half of the most beautiful property in New Canaan, get on a train and come to work in a fifty-four story glass high rise. In between I step over bodies to get here - 20, 30, 50 of ‘em a day. So, as I’m stepping over them I reach into my pocket and give them whatever I’ve got.

Dan: You’re not afraid they’re gonna spend it on booze?

Isaac: I’m hoping they’re going to spend it on booze. Look, Dan, these people, most of ‘em, it’s not like they’re one hot meal away from turning it around. For most of ‘em the clock’s pretty much run out. You’ll be home soon enough. What’s wrong with giving them a little novocaine to get ‘em through the night?

It’s not my place to judge whether or not these homeless folks I give money to are “lost causes”, or whether they’re one hot meal from turning it around, or whether they’re somewhere in between.  It’s not for me to judge how they get through the night without dying or giving up.  I just want to help them get through it, maybe a little easier than they would have without me.

Help everyone, not just the people you deem “acceptable” in whatever way you judge, because everyone deserves that basic human compassion, and no one should go hungry or cold when we have the resources to help them.  It’s not on you individually to feed and clothe and house every homeless person (though I think we should all be working towards getting our society to do that), but giving them a $5 bill is more likely to be of actual concrete help than pre-purchased food that you don’t even know they want or need or may be unable to eat due to dietary restrictions, or a gift card that they may not be able to use.

Walking them to the grocery store might not be something they’re willing to do.  They may not have a place to store groceries.  They may need actual cash money for something like a doctor’s visit or a prescription or a bus ticket.  They may know exactly where the shelters are and they may be unable or unwilling to use them for whatever reason.  Or they may use them but still need money for lunch, or to get clothes for a job interview, or any number of things that they probably wouldn’t be willing to go with you to the grocery store so you can get to know them on the off chance you’ll give them money when they can stay put and possibly get MORE money and not have to deal with you interrogating them.  Or they might want it for booze or drugs and you know what, that’s not your job to judge.

Also, not everyone has the time or energy or frankly MONEY to walk someone to the grocery store to get them food or w/e.  I give a dollar here and there when I, a person who literally is below the poverty line, have it on me and see someone who needs help.  I”m usually driving past them on the road.  I don’t have time to stop and talk, I don’t have the money to take them shopping, but I can give them a dollar.  And that is HELPING THEM.  

Not to mention, I’ve lived on “here you can spend X money on Y items and only those, and Z money on A items and only THOSE, and we’ll require receipts so we know you’re not spending it on anything we don’t approve of” and you know what FUCK THAT, because it’s humiliating, demeaning, and ALWAYS comes with an air of “we don’t trust you to make your own decisions so we’re not going to LET you make your own decisions, because even though you’re an adult you’re clearly a failure, so you don’t have the right to be self-determining anymore”.  That’s the underlying message your refusal to help people unless you think they’re “worthy” sends.  Yes, even if you ultimately help them.

Essentially, giving to the homeless or needy should be what you can spare, when you can spare it, without judgement or strings attached. That’s the philosophy I run on, and I think other people should too.

sorry for the re-reblog but: In my opinion, if you’re giving money to someone, it should be so they can lead a better life. If you’re not sure giving them money will lead to that, I don’t see the point in doing it.

IMO this is essentially ascribing to the idea that giving should make you feel good. You should give because someone needs help. You should give because it’s the right thing to do. Your feelings should have nothing to do with it, because it’s not about your feelings.

Just because someone may not put your money towards a “better” life doesn’t mean that your giving is “pointless”. You still helped someone. You still impacted their life. Sure, they may not use it for what they say they need it for, or what you think they should use it on, but being poor sucks, being homeless even moreso, and you helping them made that less sucky, even if just for as long as it takes for their high to wear off.  

If you don’t see the point in helping a person relieve their pain, even in a temporary and potentially long-term-harmful way, but you’re not willing to take that person in and devote yourself to helping them get a job and get clean and find a house and all that shit, then I don’t know what to tell you, because even if they want a better life, you buying them groceries one time is not going to turn their lives around, because poverty and homelessness is more complicated and systemic than that. 

And if you don’t see the POINT in helping someone as much as you can even if your help might not actually change their long-term situation in any way, then it’s clearly more about you feeling good than actually helping a person.

Help people because they need help, not because you want to feel good about having helped them.

No one is ever going to be able to lead a better life if they are dead.

#classism#you fucking asshole#also#for the record#withdrawal CAN AND WILL KILL YOU#even alcohol#it’s incredibly dangerous to go cold turkey on a serious alcohol addiction#so if someone is ‘just’ spending money on alcohol and drugs#that very well may be what they need to survive right now

Alcohol is actually one of the MOST dangerous drugs to withdrawal from.

This is accurate. You are far more likely to die from alcohol withdrawal than most ‘hard’ drugs. Yes, going cold turkey on heroin will make you WISH you were dead, but alcohol had a much higher mortality rate. Even with care, the numbers can be between 5-15% due to delirium tremens, or seizures during the later stages of withdrawal.

Also, just in passing, but I’ve been in the position where I’ve had to tell a homeless person “I literally only have five dollars on me and I need it to eat today” and like…they’re not generally going to tell a kid (I was visibly a teenager at the time) to go hungry for them, which is I think a common misconception. The guy I was talking to was totally understanding about it and told me to take care of myself. They’re not automatically terrible people just because our society failed them, don’t treat them callously because you believe that they deserve it and/or are going to treat YOU callously. That is some bullshit perpetuated by the exact system that failed them in the first place.

slyrider:

princessofbadassery:

wizardshark:

randomacts13:

maxiesatanofficial:

maxiesatanofficial:

okay, so, I love all the posts that run off the assumption that humans are the most ridiculous sapient species in the galaxy

but what if it’s just the other way around

what if humans are notoriously straitlaced and obsessed with protocol. the bureaucrats of the stars.

which is obviously something we would constantly try to complain about and disprove only for some Alpha Centaurian to be like “Captain, your species formalized spirituality, repeatedly, and a recurring theme therein is that the heavens themselves are run as a bureaucracy. Even your rebellions and revolutions are meticulously planned.”

it’s not a bad thing, per se, to have a human on your team — analytical minds, good diplomats (if only because one human etiquette system can be more complex and even contradictory than the vastly varied customs of an entire species) — but be prepared for them to call attention to moral quandaries and loopholes that never would have occurred to you.

and speaking of loopholes, do be careful, because the only thing worse than a human armed with an ironclad system of rules is a human who’s found a gaping hole in them.

“You’re telling me there was a mass movement to name a boat something dumb as a joke?”

“First of all, it wasn’t a mass movement, and second of all, the boat was by no means the first time nor the last.”

“…Exactly how much of Earth comedy is based on incongruous branding?”

Hear me out here: Humans as both.

Like most sapient species assume the above; humans are straitlaced, meticulous, and methodical. They follow strict rules which dictate their social interactions and even a slight variation is considered taboo. They are the quintessential bureaucrats.

Except when they’re not.

We’ve talked about humans method of scientific exploration and advancement involving a ridiculous amount of danger for all parties involved. But, ya know, we write it all down in a very orderly manner and get published and peer reviewed. And then other humans copy the incredibly dangerous experiment to see what happens for themselves.

Humans survived the volatile early years of their species rise through community-bonding. They put the needs of a group of individuals over all else; hunting as a group, eating as a group, raising families as a group, and sometimes dying as a group. This tendency to form strong bonds means that while a human’s signed contract can always be trusted. It also means that a human cannot be trusted to not rip that contract up and say “Fuck it” if an individual with whom they have a community-bond is in danger. Other species are baffled to discover that the individual in question need not be human, or even sapient. Stories of humans who have defended what would normally be considered prey animals by other omnivorous species, of humans who have killed to defend their non-human crew mates, even one story (surely just a story, it can’t be true) of an entire crew of humans who elevated a simple non-sapient cleaning bot to officer’s rank and threatened rebellion if it was decommissioned.

So, sure, humans are logical and awfully organized for such a diverse species. They make phenomenal bureaucrats and politicians. They’re highly sought after as strategists and advisors to royalty the galaxy over.

But, they’re also appear to take great pleasure in looking the rules dead in the eyes and very deliberately thumbing their nose as those rules. Because, the rules (and logic) say you probably shouldn’t jump off a cliff into unknown waters and humans have made multiple sports based entirely off that concept.

as an individual: logical, organized

as a species: hold my beer

I love that Stabby the robot has become part of the Canon of “human interaction with aliens”.

@words-writ-in-starlight

izzybellgee:

yall can u. reblog this and tag it with the number of posts in your drafts? i wanna know for science

victoryforsylvanas:

rubychan228:

trans-mom:

“are you really going to tear a friendship apart over different opinions??”

listen, I got tons of friends who like pineapple on their pizza, but once you reach that “you, your community, or other marginalized communities don’t deserve basic human rights or even perhaps the right to live” level, you should just accept that it’s your fault no one wants to be your friend. 

More accurately, no one really breaks up friendships (or families) over differences of “opinion”, but they will do so over differences of fundamental issues of morality.

The fact that large numbers of people think that “moral positions, often about issues that are literally life and death” and “personal opinions” are interchangeable concepts is a large part of what’s wrong with society.

this really put into words something i’ve always struggled to articulate, especially the last paragraph. 

yourphysicsiskarkatrocious:

your-naked-magic-oh-dear-lord:

henriksaves:

boobsandbravado:

marrymejasonsegel:

marrymejasonsegel:

marrymejasonsegel:

Straight dudes are their own worst enemies when it comes to getting laid.

Like, i know so many girls who are down for something more casual and who actually have really low standards that boil down to “treat me like a person, not a talking fleshlight”. And dudes refuse to even meet those standards!

Like, you know how many times I’ve been talking to a guy and I’ve already decided that when we hang out I’d down to mess around, only for the guy to start talking super graphically or send me a picture of his dick–and then literally all desire I had for him went out the windows.

Like dudes are so obsessed with sex that theyre scaring almost-certain sex partners away because they refuse to act like human beings capable of rational thought.

Bring thing this back to add an example:

I started talking to a guy on tinder.  He was funny, flirty and super nice even though he wasn’t really my type. Most importantly, he was completely respectful. He managed to let me know he thought I was attractive, and that he was interested in me, without ever saying anything gross, asking for pictures or asking for sex. We met up for drinks and talked for hours and I realized I was more attracted to him than I initially thought . Not only did I sleep with him on the first date, but I’ve hooked up with him multiple times after that. The first time, he didn’t make any assumptions. We hung out, started making out and then he asked me if I wanted to stay the night. That was it. He STILL has never asked me for a nude, or sent me some overtly sexual message or picture. 

But SOMEHOOOW I still want to have sex with him.

Conversely, I started talking to another guy on tinder today. On our FIRST conversation, he has mentioned my boobs 3 times, invited me over to “watch a movie” (he added the quotes, not me), suggested a fwb set up and just asked for nudes.

GUESS WHO ISN’T GONNA GET IN MY PANTS.

I try so hard to tell them.

Trash men are out here getting advice from other trash men so they don’t know how to act. 🙄

But… But why are they incapable of learning from bad experience after bad experience?

BECAUSE PERVASIVE CULTURAL SEXISM HAS TAUGHT THEM THAT THE PROBLEM IS YOU.

THINK ABOUT THE MOVIES. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU SEEN A GUY PROTAGONIST BEHAVE CONSISTENTLY OBNOXIOUSLY TOWARDS HIS LOVE INTEREST AND STILL END UP GETTING THE ROMANTIC PAYOUT? PROBABLY A LOT. (EVEN MOVIES I OTHERWISE LIKE, SUCH AS GOTG2, DO THIS.) THE MODEL IS, ESSENTIALLY, THAT WOMEN ARE LIKE SLOT MACHINES WHERE YOU PUT INTERACTION IN AND EVENTUALLY THE WHEELS COME UP “SEX”, REGARDLESS OF THE NATURE OR QUALITY OF THAT INTERACTION. ANY WOMAN WITH WHOM THIS DOESN’T HAPPEN IS ASSUMED TO BE BROKEN IN SOME WAY.

(”THE FRIENDZONE” IS BASED ON A VARIATION ON THE SAME MODEL, IN WHICH YOU PUT IN A PERIOD OF NON-SHITTINESS AND ARE “”“SUPPOSED””” TO GET SEX AS A PAYOUT.)

ts-porter:

sixthousandbees:

Thought about “Humans are space orcs/space fae”. There was a line talking about how theres a human working on a ship but no-ones entirely sure if they’re meant to be there, but they didn’t want to like offend the terrifying space orc.

What if the “drifter” archetype continues into space? Like maybe we negotiated for free travel with one of our allies, but because humans come from a death world and are terrfiying, and because humans can be oblivious, we just assume we can board on any ship going anywhere, nbd?

like not as stowaways. we’re not hiding. Like those wolves and wild dogs in russia that use the railways. Are YOU going to tell a wolf they shouldn’t be riding the train?!? Thought not.

Captain Diii did not become aware of the… problem until her ship was a full half-cycle out from the resupply station. She was halfway through a standard sweep of the ship, to be sure it was all in good order, when she came across a sort of cocoon constructed of light, sturdy fabric strung up in the end of service corridor alpha. It was not blocking access to anything of even minor importance, it simply was not meant to be there. It had no use she could discern, but it had no place aboard Captain Diii’s ship.

“What is the purpose of this?” Captain Diii asked the young technician assigned to the sector.

Their mood-spots cycled to anxiety-orange as their feet shuffled in discomfort. “The human called it her ‘hammock’ and said it would be out of the way there?”

A human. On Captain Diii’s ship. Her spots flashed from fear to anger to consternation and settled on worry. This had never before happened to her. She’d only been captain for two annuals, and she operated so far from any of the major travel hubs she had hoped she would not have to deal with this.

The problem had started after the war. The terrifying human ‘marines’ had been key to repelling the Kkoin invaders, with their wild recklessness and near-indestructibility. They had put an end to the war very quickly, and the terms of alliance in exchange for this service had been seen as extremely generous. They asked for transportation, mainly, since human FTL drives still lagged behind galactic standard. It had been assumed that by this they meant transporting goods and perhaps colonists by arrangement, but the wording had been ambiguous in translation.

That did happen, but in addition humans would simply… step onto ships going where they wanted to go. And stay. Who would dare contradict a human? Any one of them could turn deadly at a moment’s notice. Their hardiness and ferocity was legend. As of yet, no way of repelling them had been 100% effective. Their comfort range was massive, so keeping a ship hot or cold did not help. Scents designed to be maximally unpleasant to the human sensory array dissuaded some, but others would simply laugh and joke about them as they boarded anyway. It seemed they could acclimate to even the most noxious of scents within a few cycles.

Some humans would uproot their entire families and head for another planet, seemingly on a whim. Other humans would then go visit these families, and go back home, or not. Some humans traveled from planet to planet and station to station to satisfy their near-endless curiosity. Some traveled because to travel and see new things gave them pleasure, and then returned to their homes seemingly refreshed.

Such a strange species.

Captain Diii had been certain she had assigned someone to guard the ship and tell any hopeful humans that there was no space for them if they tried to board. Captain Diii did not have any facilities for humans aboard her ship. She hurried to the nearest communication pod and signaled for her second in command, Taa, to join her.

Taa already had anxiety flashing on her mood spots when she arrived.

“Taa, were you not assigned to inform humans that there was no space?” Captain Diii asked.

“I did, Captain!” Taa protested. “But she answered that she did not need much and walked right past me! What could I do?”

“And where is she now?” Diii asked.

“The kitchens. She… she said she wanted to be added to the duty roster, and that she enjoyed food preparation?”

That was another thing about the humans. They almost all wanted to work on the ships they boarded. Often they threw duty schedules into disarray by simply volunteering themselves to do tasks. At least this one seemed to know to ask the officer in charge of duties.

Diii found the human in the kitchens, as expected. She was very tall and thin for her type, of the morph ‘all bones’, if Diii was remembering the mandatory human-culture lessons that had been recently been added to ships-captain certification classes. She seemed to lack the jiggling bits that were so disconcerting on some humans. She did not reek of artificial fragrances as some humans did, instead scented pleasantly of human natural musk. Her head-covering stands, ‘hair’, was a friendly violet. Diii was certain this was not a natural coloration for the species. Her loose cloth coverings were earthy browns and creams, reminiscent of a child’s camouflage.

The human turned to look at Captain Diii, and showed her white-bone teeth in the body language ‘smile’, a gesture of friendliness and pleasure. Now that she was turned, Diii could see that half of the human’s head was shaved, and an array of electronics were installed directly in her skull. It was testament to their extraordinary healing powers that augmenting themselves with inorganic parts was commonplace in human culture. The humans had the technology to make their implants invisible, but some chose to make them visible because it looked ‘bad posterior’, which was somehow a good thing and aesthetically pleasing to them?

The human’s implants lit up, showing the exact blue of happiness, as she straightened up to give the human ‘salute’–a greeting to a superior. “Captain Diii? It’s good to meet you. I’m Elizabeth, but you can call me Zizi.”

Captain Diii could not help but be somewhat charmed. She must have the latest language-translation chip, Zizi’s speech was near perfect, and that she had something that functioned nearly like mood-spots was comforting. Her chosen name, as well, was easy to pronounce and nonthreateningly low-status.

“A greeting, Zizi,” Captain Diii answered carefully. “May I inquire your purpose aboard my ship?”

“Oh, I’m just a drifter,” Zizi said. “I just love traveling, you know? I heard the moons of Sigma7 were gorgeous, so I’m working my way that-a-ways.” Zizi’s pseudo-mood spot lights switched to anticipation before cycling back to happiness. “I’ll be off your ship at the next supply depot, if I can find someone heading more that direction.”

Ah, the ‘drifter’ type. Captain Diii had heard of them. ‘ship-hoppers’. An entire sub-class of humans who wandered the galaxy simply because they did not want to do anything else. They were famously the most difficult to dissuade from boarding a ship, and most likely to board from strange ports and going strange directions. Clearly it was not Taa’s fault she had been unable to keep Zizi out, and Diii signaled brief apology toward her.

“I won’t be any trouble,” Zizi continued. “I can set my hammock up anywhere to sleep, if it’s in your way?”

“The location you have chosen is… acceptable,” Captain Diii allowed. Zizi’s hair’s constant show of friendly had her own spots heading toward that color in automatic prosocial response. It was somewhat disconcerting. “I will leave you to your work,” Captain Diii said, retreating, and Zizi smiled and threw another quick salute before turning back to the food on the stove. Her implants showed concentration and curiosity, and then Captain Diii was outside the room with her again.

She turned toward Taa, who was still concerned. “I have heard that ships with a human listed on their crew roster have a 30% lower chance of being targeted by pirates?” Taa volunteered.

“Yes, yes,” Captain Diii mused. The risk was very low to begin with, especially for a ship like hers that did not haul valuable cargo, but anything that lowered it further could not be all bad. “It is not your fault in any case, Taa. Nothing could have prevented this human from boarding.”

Taa relaxed some, and Captain Diii returned to her inspection of the ship. Then she went to the helm and transmitted her updated crew roster to the main control base, encrypted only very lightly.

It certainly would not be bad to be known to have a human aboard.

the-big-lubinski:

flyingspaceoctopi:

httpquotescum:

beka-tiddalik:

rosebadwolf1000:

noodle-boyy:

saveachocobo-rideaprompto:

pluto-suxk:

bpd-darling:

smallblueangel:

brosefvondudehomie:

egalitarian-nature-blog:

bpd-darling:

me (cleaning up): holds knife

intrusive thoughts: what if-

me: ok edgelord we get it what if i slit my wrists right now can we please just focus

Additionally;
me: *waiting for the subway*
intrusive thoughts: what if you jumped
me: it would cause a four hour delay while they pick your body parts out of the rails you fucking prick, can we please for once get on public transit without going through this

Also;
Me: *walking along a busy road*
intrusive thoughts: What if you just fell over in front of this truck?
Me: It would back up traffic all fucking night and probably hurt a lot of people you prick.

Gosh. I never have thoughts like this

didnt ask but that sounds nice

Me: *walking down the stairs*
Intrusive Thought: I could throw myself down these flight of stairs and leave more time for everyone else!
Me: Or you end up with a broken wrist and sprain ankle you dickhead keep walking

Me: *driving on a bridge*
Intrusive thoughts: I could just drive straight into that lake and finish it right now.
Me: You asshole, this is a new car. Just fucking keep going like everyone else you prick.

oh my god,^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

I needed this

Me: *standing at a lookout* It’s so beautiful here…

Intrusive thoughts: yeah, look at that view, you could just step out into it and you’d probably never feel the impact when you hit the ground 20m below…

Me: Bitch, don’t ruin the view for everyone else. Fucksake.

Me: *doing literally nothing*

Intrusive thoughts: What if-

Me: Can’t you just shut the fuck up and chill for once? God damn

me:*sitting in a car,staring out the window*

intrusive thoughts: you know we could so easily open the car door and jump out

me:that would cause a traffic accident buddy,lets just keep looking at shit 

me: *driving behind a semi*

intrusive thoughts: if we slammed the foot on the gas-

me: this isn’t even our car, dumbass, it’s Tony’s

andhumanslovedstories:

Ever since the last Jedi trailer came out, I’ve been trying to think of Deep Good Meta to contribute to the Star Wars fandom but literally all I’ve got is:

Rey standing out in the rain. Luke asks her what she’s thinking. Rey closes her eyes. “I am going to have sex with my boyfriend in the rain,” she announces.

“Oh,” says Luke, who was maybe expecting something about feeling the flow of the Force, but he’s adaptable. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

“I’m going to go ask Finn to be my boyfriend and then we are going to have sex in the rain.”

Luke nods. “A sound plan.”

Personality wise, Rey has perhaps one of the firmest chins he has ever seen, second only to his sister which is a thought Luke promptly pivots away with a Jedi master’s aptitude for resolutely not thinking about things and calling it meditation.

Rey raises her firm chin yet higher. “We’re going to do all the sex things in the rain.”

“I’m very happy for you,” Luke says with complete honesty. He’s happy for Finn as well, if a little concerned he should give the boy a head’s up. Rey grins at him. Luke doesn’t grin back but mostly because he’s still trying to be stern as a teaching technique so he doesn’t get attached.

He’s aware, by the way, that he’s failing.

Pushing that thought aside (he’s very good at that these days–it’s a very quiet island, it doesn’t offer much options for hobbies besides ignoring thoughts and brooding on them and occasionally fishing), Luke asks, “You do know what you need to know?”

“What, like how to do it?” Rey asks. She wrinkles her nose. “Yeah. Of course. Sort of. I’ve done it before, loads of times.” There’s a very thoughtful pause. “There weren’t many humans in Jakku,” she says, a little worry slipping into her voice. She furrows her brow. “But I figure humans, you know, other humans–it’s basically the same but with only the four limbs. Less slime. And no scales?” Luke gets the impression she didn’t mean that last part to be a question.

And because she’s a student, a young student, his only young student and fellow human on this island whose population has suddenly skyrocketed to four, he does not say what he’d say to a friend and peer, which is, “honey you can’t make assumptions like that, you would not BELIEVE what people with dicks have done to modify them.” Instead, because he’s a mature teacher who is frantically relearning how to be that to the hungriest student he has ever met, Luke says, “I can’t vouch for Finn’s situation. But I’m sure you’ll have a very good time.” After Luke discreetly passes her a few anatomical drawings, just to be on the safe side.

lord-of-the-discourse:

freshest-tittymilk:

lady-willowrx:

takma-rierah:

thealidoyle:

lemonsharks:

queenshulamit:

arachnocomrnunism:

quasi-normalcy:

knightfrog1248:

black–lamb:

I know it’s illegal but whenever I get antibiotics from the doctor I save a few and give them to friends or coworkers who don’t have insurance so that when cold season comes they might be able to shorten their illness

That is not good- that’s not quite how antibiotics work.

Antibiotics kill some bacteria, but don’t manage to kill other bacteria. Just like when you get a particular sickness (or a vaccination), your body can protect you from future infections, any bacteria that came into contact with the antibiotic is protected from future doses of that antibiotic. Bacteria are very virulent breeders, so they spawn more resistant bacteria.

If you take the full dose of antibiotics, your natural antibodies can deal with the cells that are resistant while the medicine kills off the bacteria that isn’t resistant. If you don’t take the full course of antibiotics, then your body has to deal with both the resistant and the non-resistant strains of bacteria, and it can become overwhelming. Also, most bacteria are able to pass on genes between still-living cells, so that previously non-resistant strains become resistant, and you have inadvertently cultivated a stronger strain of bacteria.

Furthermore, colds and the flu are viral infections, so antibiotics don’t work against them anyway. The best protection against viral infections are vaccinations, as there are not many viruses that we have developed anti-viral medication against, once you already have the disease. If there are anti-viral medications, it is even more important that you take the full dose of the medication, because anti-viral medication is even harsher against the body than antibacterial medication is.

How antibiotics work

How antiviral medication works

Spread this around; antibiotics are not candy

To put it shortly: antibiotics don’t do shit for the cold. You need to take the entire bottle that is prescribed to you. People not doing that is how antibiotic resistant infections crop up. People like OP are literally why diseases like MRSA exist.

OP shouldn’t feel bad about good intentions but this is really dangerous. There’s also the risk that your friends are allergic to the specific type of antibiotics you give them.

things that a better-off person can do for their sick less-well-off friends that don’t involve breeding superbacteria through misue of antibiotics:

• Buy them cold medicine 
  
• Buy them cough drops
• Buy them fancy tissues with lotion
• Make them too much soup to eat in one go and freeze half for later
• Find them a low-cost clinic and accompany them there
• Tell them you are giving them their day’s wages and they are staying home Friday/Monday and then do.
• Go to their house. Wash the dishes, take out the garbage, walk the dog, scoop the cat or just plain change the whole litter box, clean the bathtub and mom voice them until they take a hot shower or steam their head.
• if they have asthma or bronchitis and are out of inhaler but you have a half-full one, that is a thing you can sanitize and share.
• ditto palliative prescription medication like “I have half a bottle of lidocaine gargle, you want it?” “I am bringing you the rest of my Robitussin with codeine” “here harvest some ibuprofen from my giant bottle of 1,000 ibuprofen”

I feel like some of this should have been covered in high school health class. It would do a lot to combat misuse of antibiotics. Superbacteria is really dangerous for everyone but is particularly bad for people with multiple antibiotic allergies and will lead to hospital stays for IV antibiotics of kinds they can take.

It’s really, really important to know how antibiotics work. I taught university students in an intro biology lab for two years and one of the things I really tried to emphasize was how antibiotics and antibiotic resistance works. To stress the importance I asked some variant of “how do antibiotics work” on three weekly quizzes in a row and I was still getting wrong answers at the end! Though, far fewer, thankfully.

Also, I would recommend against antibiotic soaps and whatnot, for similar reasons. Use alcohol or hand sanitizer if you want to kill bacteria. I can’t imagine there’s any bacterium in existence that’s still vulnerable to the antibiotics in those products, but just in case!

But, btw, I would like to point out that the VAST majority of antibiotic misuse is agricultural, when large factory farms pre-medicate their cattle with large and constant doses of antibiotics. The USA is particularly guilty of this, especially as it allows big ag companies to keep animals in much more crowded and unhealthy conditions than they could get away with otherwise.

Never use antibiotics for a simple cold. To much use of antibiotic can lead to the creation of resistant bacteria, and you really don’t want that when you have more serious infection.

This is the stuff they should be teaching in science classes as well as health class… Not (just) condoms the periodic table…

Um. Please make sure you and your friend have the same concentration and type of inhaler medicine before loaning one to a friend. That’s incredibly dangerous because if it’s not the same kind you could literally poison them or trigger an asthma attack. Please don’t. It’s arguably more dangerous than not taking all the antibiotics because it is powerful medication that should not be taken lightly like have you seen the giant side effect warning packet?

slyrider:

gallusrostromegalus:

the-last-hair-bender:

animmalcrossing:

woahhway:

1st letter of my name:
2nd letter of my name:
1st letter of my mom’s name:
2nd letter of my mom’s name:
1st letter of my dad’s name:
2nd letter of my dad’s name:

My child’s name would be…

my name is naomi

my mum’s name is ruth

my dad’s name is tom 

MY CHILD WOULD BE CALLED FUCKING NARUTO 

Lasune. Not bad.

…So i have a friend whose name is Valerie.
Her mom is Gillian.
and her dad is Nathan.

I’ll let y’all work that one out.

@words-writ-in-starlight

navigatorsnorth:

violent-darts:

needstosortoutpriorities:

ashleynef:

simaethae:

so on the subject of stolen property, i’ve seen various arguments on this point but it is in fact true that inheriting something from a relative, when you know full well that it was stolen, does not make it yours.

this clearly goes doubly so for powerful magical artifacts, and especially for artifacts which are strongly implied to contain part of their creator’s soul!

you can talk about consequences - maybe the artifact in question has benefits for you, maybe you’re not convinced its rightful owners would use it responsibly - but talking about the consequences doesn’t erase the fact that whatever benefits you think you’re getting are achieved through wrongful means.

which is why i, too, think Frodo should have given the One Ring back to Sauron. thief.

Hahahahaha here comes the law student nerd ready to complicate your wonderful post, op.

(Really this is just pretext for me to study for my property final in a week, so thanks yeah)

Because according to the principles of common property law, the matter of who actually owns title to the One Ring becomes really complicated really fast.

Buckle up babes for the pedantic law lecture no one asked for.

(more under the cut)

Keep reading

EXCELLENT

The best part of this is: trust me I guarantee Tolkien knew this much about the Common Law (English mediaevalists end up knowing ridiculous amounts about both Common Law and mediaeval Catholicism whether we want to or not), and indeed if you look at the text, this was relevant to the story. 

It’s part of the reason that Sauron is as terrified of Aragorn’s potential claim on the Ring as he is of Gandalf’s or Saruman’s or Galadriel’s - if not more. Because in Middle Earth this shit matters. This is a world where a broken oath will literally bind your unhappy restless soul to the earth in spite of the dictates of the literal creator of the universe (who designated humans as Passing Beyond The World when they die). This is a world where a damn oath is responsible for Everything That’s Wrong With The First And Second Ages. 

Oaths, ownership, duties, rights, things owed and owing: this shit matters. 

And sure Aragorn is also direct line from Lúthien, but so is Elrond, and so are Elrohir and Elladan. So is Arwen. But what none of them have that Aragorn has? Is a rightful claim to ownership of the Ring. 

So much of what Aragorn spends his time in the second and third volumes doing is Establishing Claim - establishing that everything that Isildur owned, he now owns. Why? Because it means he has power that is absolutely needed. “Isildur’s Heir” isn’t a woo-woo floofy-high-concept thing: it’s a literal matter of rights, duties and authority. 

When he takes the Palantír from Gandalf and uses it, his companions are aghast, but he reminds them that he has both the right and the strength to use it - and the Right is actually important. Saruman was, face to face, stronger than Aragorn (never doubt that) and Sauron completely pwned him, but Saruman had no right to the Seeing Stone, no more right than Pippin. 

But the Palantíri belonged to Aragorn: he’s not only Melian’s ever-so-great-grandchild, he’s also Fingolfin’s ever-so-great-grandchild, and since the Fëonori died out with the poor Ringmaker, the only competition Aragorn could have for ownership of the Stones are Galadriel and Elrond. (And that’s only if you are going right back to the maker-rights, and ignoring the establishment of the Stones as the property of Elros’ line rather later). 

It matters. It changes how power works and doesn’t work. Aragorn’s status as the Heir is in fact grounded in these ideas, which play a hugely powerful part (in fact the fight over who rightfully owns the Silmaril Beren and Lúthien brought out of the dark is part of the bloodshed that makes it so that in the end the Silmarils themselves actively reject the last two living sons of Fëanor, negating their claim). Because Aragorn is the rightful inheritor of everything Isildur ever had, he can use the Palantír. Because he is the rightful inheritor of everything Isildur ever had, he can summon the Dead. And because he is the rightful inheritor of everything Isildur ever had, he stands equal to two of the Ainur, to the oldest member of the Trees-blessed Noldorin royal house, and to his own much more powerful (straight up) relatives as a potential claimant of the Ring. 

And that is why Sauron is willing to take the chance to catch Aragorn, and (he thinks) ensure his capture, rather than attacking him earlier on when there’s a chance that (even if Aragorn can’t possibly WIN) he could still escape and then bide his time before the next Ring-War and learn to use the damn thing. 

But. It’s also important when it comes to Frodo. 

Frodo uses the Ring twice, and lays open claim once. Both of the times he uses it are on Sméagol, both times overwheming him and in the second case cursing him (“if you ever touch me again you will be thrown into the fire”). We get both moments from Sam’s POV, where the physical reality of Frodo is replaced by an image of him as a much larger figure, alight from the inside, robed in light, and with a “wheel of fire” at his breastbone. 

Frodo does not have any genetics (so to speak) more special than any other hobbit. It’s not like Aragorn vs most humans, where there’s actually a legit difference because most humans were not, at that point, descended from a Maia. Frodo’s just this guy. 

The only thing that’s really special about Frodo in terms of the Ring is that, like Aragorn, he’s the other person who has a viable claim. It would, as it were, have to go to the judges to figure out whose claim is better. 

And this is why in the moment that he claims the Ring, in the Mountain, Sauron is fucking terrified. It’s why he drops everything else, even the issue of trying to keep his mindless drone-fighters going, even the maintenance of his actual control of weather, of light, of whatever fight he and Gandalf have going, to get his best servants back to the Mountain now now now now. 

Because Frodo having an actual rightful claim on the Ring means he can, in fact, use it. Not well, which is why Sauron can paralyse him for that moment it takes for Sméagol to strike (and carry out both Frodo’s demanded oath - “save the Precious from Him” - and his Curse - “if you touch me you will be thrown in the fire” - at once), but he could. This tiny little person is a threat to Sauron, in the heart of his own home, because he has the right to have and use this Ring. 

The tricky thing about Tolkien is that whatever his flaws (and he has many), the one thing he’s never unclear of is that the concept of right and might are actually separate. Just because you are strong enough to do or take a thing doesn’t mean you have any right to do it; and just because you aren’t strong enough to enforce your right, doesn’t mean it goes away. 

…/UTTER NERD

@cottoncandydumpass