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My thoughts and point of view of how feminism and being a woman I've seen nowadays. Cause, sweetheart, it's a free country, let my opinion go and wether you agree or disagree, I don't really care. And, i'm a woman, no need to worry about it. Mostly me ranting and might be offensive. Feel free to comment, it won't hurt me, trust me.

This is year 2019 of my slow-burn, detailed story of Y/N as the eighth member of BTS. The story is as realistic as possible, which means it sticks to dates as well as social and idol "norms". It tells the in-depth story of Y/N's personal and celebrity life as a member of BTS, including saesang experiences, friendships with other idols, the relationship with the other members, family drama, concert and tour experiences, and more! This is not snapshots or short imagines, it does have a timeline with a plot. (Highly recommend you read the books in order starting from pre-debut otherwise you won't understand much) *Disclaimer: This book deals with heavy topics such as mental illnesses, suicide, death, sexism/misogyny, sexual/verbal abuse, racism, and xenophobia Highest Rankings: #5 in member #1 in Btsmember #8 in eighthmember 34 ff

𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝔂 ❝When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am❞ [ANTHONY BRIDGERTON x FEM OC]

Welcome to 1854, Colonial South India. Forging a British Lord's signature is a hanging offense. And faking a two-year betrothal to him....that's a death sentence. But to Suchi, it was just good accounting. In the sweltering, jasmine-scented heat of 1854 Madurai, twenty-year-old Suchi is fighting a losing battle. With a dying father and no male heir, her ancestral Zamindari lands are targeted for seizure under the East India Company's ruthless Doctrine of Lapse. To save her people and secure her elder sister Dhana's future, Suchi commits the ultimate fraud: she claims to be the secret fiancée of the region's most feared, absentee aristocrat, Lord Victor Robinson. The lie is a masterpiece....until a black carriage rolls into her courtyard and the devil himself steps out. Lord Robinson has returned from London, and he knows exactly what she's done. But instead of the gallows, he offers a chilling bargain. He needs an "in" with the local nobility to hunt a deadly smuggling ring, and Suchi is the perfect key. Play the adoring bride-to-be, and live. Refuse, and burn. As the line between hatred and obsession blurs against a backdrop of colonial galas and midnight treason, Suchi realises the greatest threat isn't the British Empire. It's her, falling in love with the man she's supposed to riot against.

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐏𝐲𝐚𝐫 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫... ᯓ★ 𖹭𝑭𝒊𝒓 𝑲𝒚𝒖 𝑴𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒌𝒐 𝑳𝒂𝒈𝒕𝒂 𝑯𝒂𝒊 𝑫𝒂𝒓𖹭 𝐃𝐞𝐯 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐭 ── .✦ A 28-year-old lawyer who believes in actions more than words. He is the kind of man who stays quiet until someone crosses a line-and then calmly reminds them, "ab tu dekh, tune panga kisse liya hai." Dev is respectful to those who deserve it and fearless with those who don't. He doesn't raise his voice, but he never hesitates to show people their place. 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐔𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐲 ── .✦ A 26-year-old social worker who runs an NGO for women who suffer at the hands of coward men. She can be Parvati or Poo-entirely depending on the situation. Her life follows one simple rule: "Kisi ko chhedna nahi, aur koi chhede toh chhodna nahi." She isn't fragile like a flower; she's fragile like a bomb-quiet until tested, powerful when pushed. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆˙⟡𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦࣪ ִֶָ☾.

In the mystical world of Encantadia, a looming darkness threatens to engulf all that is good. The four elemental queens, Amihan, Pirena, Danaya, and Alena, find themselves at the heart of this conflict, forced to confront ancient enemies and make impossible choices. As war spreads across the land, a new generation of Sang'gre warriors emerges, sixteen strong, comprising Lira, Aera-Amihan, Lihangin, Cassandra, Mithara, Mira, Armea, Felantra, Lidagat, Aliyah, Daleya, and Gaiea, each with unique powers and destinies, and the eight male Sang'gre, Armeo, Flamarro, Daleyo, Amiroh, Adiro, Khalil, Adamus, and Mitharo, each with unique powers and destinies, are tasked with protecting the realm and aiding their mothers. This epic tale follows these young protectors as they navigate treacherous alliances, uncover long-buried secrets, and grapple with the burden of their heritage. They must learn to harness their powers, forge their own paths, and ultimately, unite against the forces of Etheria and Mine-a-ve, led by the vengeful Avria and the malevolent Mitena. The fate of Encantadia rests on their shoulders as they strive to restore balance and bring hope to a world teetering on the brink of destruction.

[AMBYS 2024 FANTASY FAVORITE] Badriya As-Sahra is sick of piling up camel dung and picking people's pockets for a living. Her world discriminates against women and orphans, and it is only her damned luck that she happens to be both. She yearns for more but can't do anything else unless she wants to rot in the streets. Ayaz Shahrayar balances two lives: one of defiance, where he aids his people suffering from the Sultan's rule, and one of obedience, where he plays the role of a naive prince and heir in public. But his thirst for vengeance drives him more reckless by the day, and he knows that he might do something that could threaten his inheritance and his life. When the Sultan of Zecaj, desperate for more wealth to start a war, declares a country-wide hunt for a powerful artifact lost in legends called the Jewel of Opulence, Badriya jumps at the chance for the promise of reward. When the Sultan threatens Ayaz of losing the very thing he is meant to have, he has no choice but to join the hunt. As Badriya and Ayaz cross paths on their quest, they must learn to work together to find the Jewel and uncover the truth of its power. Only that it proves to be more difficult when the threat of betrayal and the spark of attraction try to distract them from their opposing goals. | 90,000 - 100,000 words. Second rough draft. | Featured by WattpadAsianFantasy, retold, WattpadDarkFantasy, WattpadFantasyPH!

Being Indian American feels like living in a pressure cooker wrapped in a smile. You're told to be perfect, productive, palatable - never loud, never intimidating. But travel to India, and you'll meet folks who are bold, stylish, confident, and unapologetically gangsta. DEAR DIASPORA, YOU'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER is a sharp, personal callout - not to India, but to the suffocating performance of "representation," perfectionism and intraracial competition that dominates Desi life in the West. This isn't a sob story - it's a truth bomb. A cultural essay that demands real freedom, not filtered branding. If you're ready to sip some realness, break free from the cage of expectations, and find your max pro aura - this is for you. 🍋 Bold. Tart. Sweet. Unfiltered. 🍋 Just like a glass of limeade on a hot day.

A impossible which will not happen even after death

"I...I can't even buy you a flower, let alone a beautiful one." He murmured, looking away quickly as if shame had stolen his courage to hold her gaze any longer. Her sharp eyes roamed quietly over his face, the stillness in them swallowing every flicker of emotion. And yet, almost without her realising it, her eyes softened, never leaving his face. At that very moment, the fused bulb in the dark room which everyone believed would never light up again, flickered softly. Barely lightening the room and yet that was enough. Then slowly, she brought both her hands forward from behind her back, revealing a stack of white and pink papers. "I will teach you how to make a flower from paper, just one, okay?...and in return, you'll have to give me many." She let out the words with no ounce of hurry, a rare calmness running beneath them as if it was not the first time she had said something like that, something very childish and so unlike her. Something even she had never expected from herself. And the way she had said those words, the way her eyes held his exhausted face, made him slowly lift his eyes from the ground and look at her, finally. "Deal?" She asked, raising one of her eyebrows. He nodded slowly. Everything she had said to him was unpredictable, unexpected, almost childlike and so unlike her. And yet the moment those words descended from her lips and scattered into the waiting winds, they softened and turned into something beautiful, very beautiful. That his heart, deep as an endless ocean instinctively gathered, held and treasured them like lost pearls, waiting to be given by her and found by him. And slowly, from the depth of his honey-kissed eyes, warmness emerged and quickly traced its path to his lips, molding them into a delicate curve, one the world would call a smile. "The most beautiful sunflower, more beautiful than any rose, any lotus, beyond all that exists in this world." She whispered, her gaze following him as he left the room.

Nirvana, Delilah, Kamille and Yasmin may seem like your average 16 and 17 year olds. But they actually run a safe-house, a place where they give fellow teenagers shelter if they aren't safe at home. At the moment, there are 3 people staying there: Electra, Dani and Kenji. When the fourth and last person is introduced, everything seems to be fine. But after a few days, they keep being bothered by a stranger. Will they be able to make sure their hard work won't be for nothing?

We Answered Our Own Questions is a choral-voice historical fiction set across four weeks in London, 1693, the exact lifespan of The Ladies' Mercury, the world's first women's magazine. Told through a collective "we," the story follows a chorus of ordinary women, a widow who runs a chandler's shop, a seamstress not yet married, an apothecary's wife, a dyer's widow, each of whom wrote a letter to the Mercury that was never printed. When the publication folds after four issues with a quiet thank-you and no acknowledgment of the women it leaves behind, the chorus must reckon with what it means to be briefly seen and then made invisible again. Anchored in the quiet realism of tallow candles, penny coins, and household account books, this is a story about the archaeology of women's interior lives, the questions that had nowhere to go, and the private archives women built to hold them anyway.

Life is not a bed of roses 🌹In a world where daughters are seen as a burden, Rhea Castillo and her sisters fight against their oppressive father, determined to forge their own paths towards a brighter future. As Rhea battles for freedom and self-discovery, she finds solace in the love of her mother and a possible future with the man she loves, David. Will she break free from her father's shackles and find love and happiness with David, or will her fight for equality lead her down a different path?

Sandara Kahale is a probably the only Honolulu native that is terrified of the water. She doesn't swim in pools, jacuzzis, and she doesn't dare get close to the ocean, but the ocean isn't the only thing she's afraid of, she has a list of fears that practically keeps her from living a happy life. Sandara isn't brave, or really friendly at all, she's fearful and that's it. Well, that is, until she meets Sage Anderson, an annoying tourist from California staying for the summer with her grandma, who has a strange inclination to help her conquer her list by the end of the summer. •••• this is a lesbian story that contains: harsh language, and sexual content. this is not fan fiction, this is samsara :) nO tHis iS pAtRicK

To make it to formula one you have to be prepared to make sacrifices- to be successful you have to actually make them. There was no line she would not cross and no sacrifice she would not make. She had one rule for herself: Be. The. Best. Being the daughter of the world renowned business man Adam Volvo and the goddaughter of the f1 legend Kimi Raikkonen, Emmy Vilde was always doomed to become a petrol head just like her role models. She grew up on track and watched as it grew beside her. At the same time she grew more skilled the tracks grew larger, faster. The pressure was always on for the young girl. Courtesy of her automobile pedigree the entire racing world watched on as she grew. Though the talent she possessed was obvious her travel to formula one stayed consistently debated seeing as many argued that her family connections gave her a unfair leg up, she always refused to be apologetic about her success. The girl worked her ass off and she would be dammed if the world didn't know it. Now finally taking the big step up to f1 she will have to face the harsh reality of not only being a woman in f1 but also being the reigning world champion's teammate. The girl that previously had dominated every competition she had ever stepped foot in would now have to get used to being a average racer. It is only natural for rookies to struggle but how will she cope with her new bittersweet reality and the distractions and obstacles thrown her way?

to the prince who never came... and to the damsel who fought her distress this book is dedicated to the people who aren't afraid to stand alone on their unyielding feet.

Riele recently moved to LA and is quite excited about the football team tryouts . No body is happy that she made the team but what happens when one of her team mates fall in love with her .

A girl, with non-conventional ideals, falls for a guy who is the exact opposite. Will love triumph over contradictory lives and beliefs?

Feminism is equality. After all, We are, And always will be, One human kind.

i don't really care if no one reads this. lowercase intended. long rants included.