Captain Cassiel Jones

Writer, artist and fangirl

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Rant from Cassiel....

Ok needless to say I hate Sundays. (they are my Friday) they are so damn boring, I hate it when tumbler keeps crashing on my phone. But mostly I hate being bored.... I have things to do and I'm very very tired. Thor kept me up very late last night and I need a nap

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I had this horribly painful prompt come to me today. After the events of the Avengers, Loki is brought in front of Odin, and given his punishment. In addition to his voice being taken, he is “blinded to those he loves most.” As in, he won’t be able to see, hear, touch/feel, or sense when anyone he cherishes is nearby. They could be right in front of him and he wouldn’t know. And right after the spell is cast, Thor and Frigga vanish. Odin remains. And then he’s dragged to his cell/chamber and the story would start.

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I must write this!!!!!

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Held together

So I realize that I said I had things figured out.... Yeah I may have gotten ahead of myself. I have spoken to my Knight several times lately...and it was so sweet. We saw each other for the first time in nearly 3 years yesterday. God he looked so amazing. His long blonde hair is even longer than before. I love it. Its lost its curl though when its long still beautiful. But his eyes.... They capture me again and again. He calls me almost daily its so sweet. Here lately my Doctor treats me as if I'm expendable. Maybe I am? When we are together its as if he is happy and nothing else matters. I don't know anymore... I truly am being held together with nicotine, caffeine, wine, duct tape and a little bit of hope.

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Sherlock inspired!

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So I'm not sure if I've decided on my Doctor or my Knight..... I keep lying to myself but I k ow I've made my choice. My doctor and I had a wonderful exercise last night. We did the love experiment, you know those 37 questions that you ask your partner and you have to be completely honest? Well we did them. It was great. I learned so many things about him and I shared so many things about myself I probably wouldn't have done otherwise. It was a very good night. Today was difficult but he made me very proud. And of course I have to go to work.... Ugh. I'm going to try and leave. More later. -C

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So true

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I am a Villain

I thought that I had all of this figured out. My Doctor came home and I felt happy again. I wanted to be with him.... all of you know what I mean. And I was shot down. I let that go. But tonight...I try and be more forceful, more dominant and I lost out to the video games again. No wonder I'm so frustrated when it comes to him... and so fascinated by my Knight. Maybe I am better off alone. In fact I know I am. I discovered something about myself today. I identify with villains because I am a villain. I'm cold, calculating and most of all manipulative. If I can master my emotions then I can stamp them out. I do not need emotions they are useless. They are a chemical fault of the losing side. I refuse to lose. I will not let emotions rule any part of me...ever again

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Addiction Continued

I'm not sleeping again. No surprise there...especially after last night. I think I said that I found my ring, but I decided to add to my collection of awesome things. Last night I got my tongue pierced. Oh how I love it and I received my custom bag I've been waiting for. Again I love it. But something else happened last night.... My knight is back. I was ready to fall asleep, early too. When my Knight and I began to speak...More intimately. It was wonderful, oh how I miss our intimacy. My knight... my addiction is becoming more than I realize. Shower time. I'll write more later

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My Dragon's Fire

So I thought today would be a little better but it turns out to be worse. I spoke with my friend today hoping that I could figure out what to do about my knight, but in all honesty all it did was bring back more memories. My knight is like cocaine, my addiction. While poking around the house today I found something that I thought I had thrown away years ago. My dragon. A little ring that is in the shape of a baby dragon wrapped around your finger... The rings are a matching set. You can only guess who has the matching one. This brings up so much. All I have is this blog to keep me sane. I'm torn between my knight and my doctor. If some one is reading this I could really use some help.

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Dangerous Moments in Time

Have you ever met someone that you knew was dangerous? Not dangerous in the sense of causing physical or emotional harm. The exact opposite actually. There is a man from my past who I fell in love with. And I truely mean in love. This man was the real to life form of every love story ever created. With the exception of Twilight, that book was a bunch of stalker crap. But he... he was different. He was the first one who taught me that I am worth loving. That even though I'm different I am still amazing. He gave me the confidence to be me, to be the strong woman that I am...and to never let anyone's thoughts bring me down. Then he left. It wasn't by choice and I was never mad about it. I'm still not mad about it. It was what it was and we had to be done. But he disappeared. I was devastated, I didn't eat for weeks, I stopped writing. Writing is my passion... I stopped cold, I just couldn't anymore. After that I gave up on relationships and I was ok with that. There was no need for emotion, no need for love. After awhile I met a man. Who was so much like my knight that I fell in love again. My emotions came flooding back and the truth is... I fell in love and it has been wonderful. But I should have known how dangerous he was. I knew he was back, he contacted me once and I knew he was dangerous to me. So I never contacted him back. I also never answered his invitation. After all this time... one phone call, just by chance he happened to pick up the line. His voice... and it's all back. All of the emotions...everything he ever meant to me is back. And he is free...mostly. And now.... I don't know what to do. Everything I have created.... I haven't hurt like this in years... This man in dangerous but now that he's back and it hurts and I don't know if I want it to stop....or keep it

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Rant

Just because you have issues in your marriage does not mean you can try to cause problems in mine......more later

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Archive of our own!!!!

Guess what every one??? I have my very own archive account! I'm so excited!!! As soon as my internet is back up I'll begin posting

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Ok so I'm watching Disney tonight and no I'm not doing just because..... I caught wind of a girl power episode where Liv and Maddie take on the idea of the"perfect girl" and being who we are and that makes us perfect. So far I'm impressed. 1. When I was little bits made fun of me for loving science more than girl things 2. Everytime I pick up a magazine I see those girls I think I'm supposed to be those girls and I know I'm not those girls 3. When a boy sees me playing basket ball and they say you're pretty good.... For a girl. What is that supposed to be a complement???

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What Time Cannot Mend Chapter 1

WHAT TIME CANNOT MEND Title: WHAT TIME CANNOT MEND Author: Cassiel_Jones Rating: MA for violence, language and sexually explicit scenes Summary: Two months ago Tosh began to develop the technology to close the Rift once and for all. No more saving the world from random things falling out of it. Once it’s finally done it takes the whole team to battle some of the fiercest aliens to come from the Rift so Captain Jack can finally close it. But when push comes to shove one of them will die, one will fall and the rest will be left to pick up the pieces. Pairing(s): Captain Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Captain Jack Harkness/10th Doctor Chapters: 2/??? Word count: ????? A/N: It’s been a long, and I’m talking long, time since I’ve written anything and even longer since I’ve written fanfiction. Anyway after watching Torchwood and Doctor Who for so long I couldn’t help myself when I thought of this idea in the shower one day. I’m not even through season 1 of Torchwood so there are no spoilers in this fiction and I’m not looking for any spoilers either. Beta: Ember_Cole Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Doctor Who or any of the characters. All other characters and ideas are mine and cannot be reproduced without my consent. Part 1 Crystalline Tears Therastrains…. They were having supposed to have died out in the 40th century, at least according to all of the history classes in the 51st century. Jack always found them to be a beautiful race of creatures. Slender bodies that oddly resembled humans, well accept the fact that their skin was a deep shade of teal with pink swirls tattooed all over their bodies that glowed when they telecommunicated with each other and any other creature they encountered. But no matter how beautiful they were, it was their love of violence that concerned Torchwood. After three unexplained deaths where the victims had their spines torn from their bodies did Jack realize who they were. It took a couple of weeks to track one down but eventually they did and what they learned shook them all to the core. Once again the earth was in danger of being wiped out. “You see the Therasrains have this really creative way of surviving. When their population is nearly destroyed the remaining creatures become A-sexual, all they need is a host,” Jack explained to his command. “Once they find a viable host they transfer their fertilized egg to the host using bodily fluids. The host doesn’t even realize that they are pregnant until it starts feeding on its spinal cord. Once the host is dead then they hatch and keep going until there is a population large enough to sustain them.” “You’re telling me that they fuck you, instant pregnancy then they eat you from the inside out like a sexy spider wasp? “ Owen asked the disgust growing on this face. “Never thought of it like that but yes,” Jack replied with his usual charming grin. “Bodily fluids don’t just mean sex does it?” Ianto asked. His brilliance never ceased to amaze Jack. That was one of the things that Jack loved about him. Always brilliant, always thinking outside the box and even more charming than himself. Mostly because he didn’t know that he was charming. “Ianto as always you are right, it’s not just sex. In fact they rarely ever have sex with someone not of their race. It’s usually just a simple kiss. They don’t discriminate on genders either. Both men and women can be hosts. “Oh that’s just lovely,” Owen groaned. But wouldn’t someone find it strange to be kissing someone who is blue and pink outside of one of those comic book conventions?” “Probably, but they are telepathic remember. They can project whatever image that they want you to see into your mind. To us they look human when in truth they are completely unchanged.” “Then how do we track them,” Gwen asked the concern growing with every word that Jack spoke. Jack waived his hand towards Tosh as he sat down. “Tosh this is where you take over.” Tosh let out a small cough as she stood and picked up her PDA. “Thanks to Owen we managed to get a bit of DNA off of the Therasrain…” “Yeah walk in the fucking park,” Owen groaned still nursing the bruise on his cheek where the creature punched him. “Right then,” Tosh smiled. “After analyzing the DNA I’ve created an incapacitating vapor specifically to designed to kill them.” “What?” Gwen shot up out of her chair with a speed that the team had never seen before. “We can’t just kill them. They are living breathing creatures.” “Who rip out humans spines to reproduce? Do you really want that running around Cardiff?” Jack asked with his usual diplomacy. “No, but there has to another way. Can’t we just knock them out and shove them back through the Rift?” Jack’s blue eyes lit up with a gleam that matched the smile on his face. “Tosh, I think it’s time that we tell them.” Everyone’s eyes instantly went to Tosh. Shyly she looked back down at her PDA and began tapping on the screen looking for a file, when she found it she began smiling just as wide as Jack. I’ve been working on this for about a year now and I think I’m finally ready to test it.” “Well what is it?” Owen asked, not really enjoying the anticipation that his leader and the tech geek had built up. “It’s called the Transadential Alteration Device or T.A.D. for short.” “What exactly does it do?” Gwen asked. “Well if it works then we plan on firing it in the Rift and…” “It will close the Rift.” Ianto stated in a hushed voice. A heavy silence filled the room as Torchwood took in the gravity of what Jack and Tosh were trying to do. Jack scanned the room trying to pick out exactly what they were all thinking. He figured that Gwen and Owen were thinking about their jobs and how much of their lives were going to come to a screeching halt if the Rift closed. Which wasn’t true, they still had to defend the Earth from all of the other races and creatures out there that would love to have this planet. And he would lead them just as he always had. But Ianto, he still couldn’t read Ianto. After all that they had been through together not just in the field but as well….a couple. He always kept his expression so neutral. His eyes gave him away though every time. Jack let out a small sigh. Oh Ianto. His precious Ianto. Jack was so lost in thought that he didn’t even hear Tosh continuing the meeting. She was waist deep in explaining how she created the device and how it worked. “Will it work?” Ianto asked. “In theory it will work,” Tosh said with a weary smile. “But what about the vapor? Can’t we create a vapor that will stun them and we can throw them back into the Rift right before we close it?” Gwen pleaded. “Always the humanitarian,” Jack snarked. “Yes, Tosh, you and Owen begin drawing up plans to dilute the vapor so it will just knock them out rather than killing them.” “Okay” “Yeah sure.” Suddenly Gwen’s phone began to ring and from the look on her face it was Rhys wondering when she would be home. Jack looked at his watch and saw that was fairly late. Eight at night to be exact. “Ianto, Gwen and I will work on how to lure them all together to get them through the Rift. But right now it’s late and we can do this tomorrow. Everyone go home.” Gwen smiled appreciatively and said a quick good bye before heading out to her desk. Tosh and Owen followed her out, leaving their little good byes behind as well. Jack and Ianto were the only ones left. Ianto began cleaning up as per the norm while Jack went into his office to try and decided how to handle Ianto. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After a couple of hours, Jack could no longer hear Ianto picking up the base so he decided to go down from his office to see what he was up to. What he found tore at his heart. Ianto was sitting at their make shift coffee bar with his back to Jack. His shoulders were slightly hunched over with an open bottle of scotch sitting just to the right of him. “Ianto?” Jack asked quietly. Immediately Ianto sat up straight and pulled to bottle in front of him in hopes of concealing what he had been doing. He knew that Jack didn’t care that he drank, or any of them drank. He just never really did it. “Sir?” He asked as soon as the bottle was back in its usual spot. “Ianto, what’s wrong?” “Nothing sir why do you ask?” “Well considering that I’ve seen you have only 2 drinks since we met and this was the second, I think there is something wrong.” Ianto looked down trying to gather his thoughts. Deep down he knew that him and Jack wouldn’t last forever. Jack has lived a thousand life times and knowing him been with a thousand more. But to have it all come crashing down was almost too much. He lost Lisa when the world was nearly over and now he was going to lose Jack. He wasn’t ready to lose him, not yet. “Please tell me what is going on?” Jack asked taking a few steps closer. ‘Tell him! How can I tell him what I’m thinking? What I’m feeling? Oh yes I know that you are a great time traveler and the only reason that you are here is because things keep falling through the Rift now that the Rift is closing I bet you are already making plans to run off and start some new adventure while the rest of us just stay here waiting for old age and death to take us. You’re leaving us…..leaving me,’ Ianto thinks. Ianto doesn’t say a word of what he’s thinking. How can he tell Jack he wants him to stay? Even if he does, what good would it do? Ianto will grow old and die, while Jack never changes. He always knew that it would end. But why did it have to be so soon? Sensing what Ianto was thinking, Jack grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into the tightest embrace he could manage. Ianto’s arms stayed at his side. He just couldn’t bring himself to hug the man he loved back. Not when he knew that he was leaving. “Please Jack,” Ianto whispered. Jack pulled back just enough so he could look into Ianto’s eyes. “Please what?” “I can’t. Just stop okay? Just stop?” Jack’s eyes filled with surprise and anger. “Stop what? This?” he asked as he stood back and waved his hand at the two of them. “Why? After everything why?” “Because I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be with you anymore.” Oh God this hurt, Ianto thought. This is worse than Lisa. “Give me a reason Ianto,” Jack ordered. “Why should I give you a reason. I just can’t do this anymore.” “That’s crap Ianto and you know it! I want to know what happened between yesterday and today that now you suddenly want nothing to do with me.” Jack was infuriated. He knew that Ianto might be upset about the Rift closing, but he thought if he gave him time he would come to love the idea. Less work to do around the Hub and more time doing what he wants. What they want. And now all of the sudden he’s done. Jack had no idea what the hell just happened. “Do you ever stop to realize what is going on around you Jack? Ever? I’m not stupid and I’m not just some play thing to keep you entertained while you find some new adventure!” Ianto yelled at him, his hurt and anger finally boiling to the surface. Jack kept silent. Now he understands. He would do the same thing if he thought that the one person he cares about most was getting ready to abandon him…again. Jack moved in closer to try and comfort him, but Ianto wasn’t having it. The more Jack tried to embrace him the harder Ianto fought. They managed to fight their way over to the bottom of the stairs. Ianto wasn’t looking where he was going and backed right into the edge of the bottom stair causing him to fall flat on his ass. Jack took the opportunity and straddled his lap. Before Ianto could react he snatched up both his wrists and held them behind his back, successfully subduing him. That’s when he noticed Ianto’s eyes. Those beautiful grey blue eyes that were welling up with tears. “Oh Ianto,” Jack whispered. “I know I’m just a blip in time for you,” he whispered back. “But I’m not ready.” His tears then began stream down his cheeks. There was such pain in his eyes that was scared to touch him. Gently he released Ianto’s hands and placed them on each side of his face. With his thumb he wiped away a few of his lovers tears only to be replaced by more. “Ianto… you will never be a blip in time. Not for me,” he whispered. Ianto closed his eyes and felt Jack’s rough lips softly brush his own. It was tentative, like a true first kiss where both are worried that they won’t do it right. But here Ianto could tell that Jack was trying to tell him he meant the world to him. That he would never be just a blip in time. Ianto wrapped his arms around Jack’s torso, gently pressing on the tight muscles in his back as he pulled him closer. Ianto opened his mouth just slightly, just enough to invite Jack in to deepen the kiss. Jack’s rough lips were so familiar and sweet. Although each kiss he received, he never thought of passion first he always thought that he was home. Jack tenderly ran the tip of his tongue against Ianto’s. His taste always drove him wild, a delicious mix of coffee and strawberries, and tonight a hint of scotch. Jack finally pulled away after a few moments, feeling slightly light headed from the lack of oxygen. Ianto was still crying as Jack pulled him into another tight yet short embrace. “You know where I come from there are these rare crystals that wash up on the beach where I used to live. They were made of the salt from the sea. There was this fish, it looked like a lion fish but it was silver and blue that made it nearly impossible to see against the coral. Anyway the fish would eat the salt crystals. But the crystals were dangerous to the fish. Once it was eaten it would begin to grow in the fish until it ultimately killed them. When they would wash up on shore you could take the crystal out. They were tear drop shape and harder than a diamond. They were so rare that with one gem you would never work a day in your life. We called them Crystalline Tears.” Ianto gave him a weak smile. “That’s so sad. Why are you telling me this?” “Because you cry those same tears. What starts off as sadness will ultimately become your inspiration,” Jack smiled as he kissed away his lovers tears.

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Author essentials: Tablet computer, pen, pencils, journal, music, e-cig, coffee, extra caffeine, and most important my little dragon buddy

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I will admit it. I have read all three books in the Fifty Shades of Grey series. I am not admitting this because I am ashamed of my sexual desires or even because I feel the need to rant and rave about the poor writing quality of these books. (And it is extremely poor. I set my Kindle to count how many times the word “gasp” is used in the third book and the total was more than 70). I am admitting this because I feel the need to share my opinions about what I consider to be the incredibly — and dangerously — abusive relationship portrayed in the books. When I first heard about Fifty Shades of Grey and learned they began as Twilight fanfiction, I swore I would not read them. I have read all of the Twilight books and I did not enjoy them. I found the relationships between Edward and Bella and Bella and Jacob to be patronizing and emotionally abusive, and I also thought the writing was pedestrian at best and boring to read. Why would I devote the limited amount of time I have for reading for pleasure to a series like this? But as the dialogue about Fifty Shades of Grey increased, both in the media and amongst my friends, my curiosity was piqued. I attended a talk titled “Fifty Shades of Grey - Bad for Women, Bad for Sex” and decided that I should see what all the fuss was about. To quote the book, I gasped. I rolled my eyes. I even bit my lip a few times. But not for the reasons Anastasia, the protagonist, did. I did out of exasperation, boredom and disgust, but also out of fear. After reading this book series, I am deeply afraid that this type of relationship will be viewed as the romantic ideal for women. And I consider that to be extremely dangerous — much more so than anything that takes place between Christian and Anastasia in the Red Room of Pain. Could the character of Anastasia Steele be any more of a stereotype? She is an introvert, has low self-esteem, has abandonment issues from her father, apparently has only one close friend who bullies her and even though she works in a hardware store, she doesn’t seem to possess any self-sufficiency aside from cooking for her roommate and herself. She seems to have no sexual identity until Christian Grey enters her life and requests that she become his Submissive in a sexual relationship. In order to be Christian’s submissive, Anastasia is expected to sign a lengthy and detailed contract that, amongst other requirements, requires that she exercise four days a week with a trainer that Christian provides (and who will report to Christian on her progress), eat only from a list of foods Christian supplies her with, get eight hours of sleep a night and begin taking a form of birth control so Christian will not have to wear condoms. Anastasia negotiates a few terms of the contract with Christian (she only wants to work out three days a week, not four), but all of her negotiations are only within his framework — none of the terms are hers independently. Nothing in their relationship is hers as an independent. The character of Christian Grey is a rich, superpowered businessman who was abused as a child. He is in therapy, and Anastasia frequently references his therapist, but based on how he treats Anastasia, he doesn’t seem to be making much progress. As Anastasia’s relationship with Christian progresses, his controlling tendencies affect her life more and more. When her friend takes portraits of her for his photography exhibit, Christian buys all of them, because he does not want anyone else looking at Anastasia. (They weren’t even in a relationship when he did this.) When she is hired as an assistant at a publishing company, he buys the company — to make sure she’s “safe” working there. When she goes out to a bar with her one friend, against his wishes, he flies from New York to Washington State that same night, just to express his anger — and exercise his control over her. When she does not immediately change her name at her office (in hopes of maintaining some professional autonomy, given that he bought the company she works at), he shows up, unannounced, at her office, in the middle of her workday, to pick a fight with her. When she asks why it is so important to him that she change her name, he says he wants everyone to know she is his. Christian’s possession of Anastasia is the cause of much of my disgust and fear of the book’s influence on people and how they view romantic relationships. After they exchange their wedding vows, the first words he says to her are, “Finally, you’re mine.” The control he exercises over her does not reflect his love for her; it reflects his objectifying of her. Christian never views Anastasia as a person, let alone an independent woman. He wants her to obey him, and even though she refuses to include that in her wedding vows, it is exactly what she does. When her mother questions her choice to keep her wedding dress on rather than change before traveling for her honeymoon, she says, “Christian likes this dress, and I want to please him.” Her desire to try some of the “kinky fuckery” in his Red Room of Pain comes from wanting to demonstrate her love for him, not her own sexual desires. Wanting to please Christian apparently includes subjecting herself to verbal and emotional abuse from him ‘til death do them part, because any time she tries to stand up to him — which isn’t often — he berates her, guilt trips her and beats her down verbally until she apologizes and submits to him. After she uses the “safe word” in the Red Room of Pain so he will stop, he bemoans his sad state of mind later, mentioning that his “wife fucking safe worded him.” He is not concerned with her well-being or why she felt the need to use the safe word. He only cares about how it affects him. The question that I kept asking myself as I read the books was why Anastasia stayed with Christian, and the answer I found was that she has absolutely no sense of self worth. She only feels sexy when he says she is, and when he insults or patronizes her, she accepts what he says as the truth. One of the passages that disgusted me the most was when Anastasia was at a club with Christian, dancing and thinking to herself that she never felt sexy before she met him and that he had given her confidence in her body. Yes, being with a partner who frequently compliments you can increase your confidence, but Anastasia went from zero to one hundred thanks to Christian. None of that came from within herself. Because of his influence on her, nothing in her life came from herself — her job, her home, her way of life, or even her self-esteem. The co-dependency between Anastasia and Christian is alarming to read and even more to contemplate. When she breaks up with him at the end of the first book, the second book finds her starving herself and wasting away to nothing until he contacts her again. When she thinks his helicopter has crashed in the second book, she thinks to herself that she can’t live without him. Their marriage only comes about because he is scared she will leave him, and when she asks what she can do to prove to him she isn’t going anywhere, he says she can marry him. Yes, origins of insecurity and desperation are a great start to a healthy marriage. When Anastasia finds herself unexpectedly pregnant and shares the news with Christian, he rages at her, asking if she did it on purpose and storming out of the house, disappearing for hours. Even though Anastasia thinks to herself that the pregnancy happened too soon in their marriage, she never considers terminating it. The themes of the novel — that love alone can make someone change, that abuse from a spouse is acceptable as long as he’s great in bed, that pregnancies should always be carried to term even if the parents are not ready to be parents, and the ridiculously antiquated, Victorian idea that the love of a pure virgin can save a wayward man from himself — are irrational, unbelievable and dangerous. Our culture has seen a radical shift of ideals moving towards traditional gender roles and Fifty Shades of Grey is a shining example of that. Early marriage to one’s first sexual partner, having a baby even when saying neither of the partners is ready to be a parent, and submission to one’s husband as the head of the household are all aspects of life that feminists and progressive thinkers have worked to move beyond. Anastasia and Christian’s relationship is not romantic. It is abusive. The ways he tries to “keep her safe” are not masculine or sexy. They are stalking. Fearing one’s husband’s reaction to an unexpected pregnancy is not normal, because “boys will be boys.” It is sad and dangerous and should not happen in a healthy relationship. Fifty Shades of Grey was one of the best-selling books of the year. Sex toy classes have been inspired by it, as have new types of cocktails. The film adaptation is already in the works. I sincerely hope that honest discussion will be had about the book and that the Christian Grey ideal of romance is not one that will be perpetuated throughout our culture. The best way that can happen is through open, honest dialogue that leads to healthy relationships of two equal partners. That, in my opinion, is sexier than anything that can happen in the Red Room of Pain.

Fifty Shades of Feminism - A Response to E. L. James’ 'Fifty Shades of Grey'

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Read it all.

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This is really important. To the idiots that say “just don’t read it”… You have no idea the impact this could have on naive girls, or abusive guys.

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As a submissive who enjoys power exchange on many levels… I say this because I’ve seen this with “you don’t understand BDSM” bullshit comments… I LOVE how this is worded. Nothing about 50 Shades is Safe, Sane, or Consensual (aka what BDSM preaches). Nothing about it is a “fairytale” like the commercials are staying… This series and movie are DANGEROUS… I beg and plead to those I know (lunastellaris or starkystark or whomever else I’ve heard say they might see it for laughs) DO NOT GO SEE THE MOVIE… Giving your money to this story just makes things worse… And I strongly advise anyone who disagrees about my views on 50 Shades to reevaluate their views and also check my Fifty Shades of Abuse tag.

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Absolutely spot on. With the popularity of these books whose to say that domestic violence won't become the new and dangerous standard for women and men in relationships. Literature, even bad literature, has a major impact on our society as writers we need to be very conscious about how we portray our ideas