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Some people care more about their hatred than about the welfare of their own families.

friends

I made it kitschy.

— Yoojin Grace Wuertz, Mother Tongue (via joshuahowls)

you know, the more i think about it, the angrier i get about how mainstream media and even people in general treated marie kondo when the life changing magic of tidying up got big. it's just so unnecessary and sad to me and i think the vast majority of people would love what she has to say if they just actually looked into it instead of maliciously memeing her to death? i'm not talking about the cutesy does it spark joy stuff but all the things portraying her as some bizarre evil cleaning dictator.

i actually read her book when i was about twelve years old, in the most shocking and probably only example of me ever being ahead of a trend, and even at twelve i really loved everything she said. at that point in time i lived in fear of my mother's threats that she would come and throw everything away while i was school, and my small and very adhd mind simply could not grasp the concept of "have less stuff". have less of WHICH stuff? how? i'd never actually been taught how to clean my room besides being told "pick up stuff" and "be organized", and as she points out multiple times, cleaning is not an intuitive thing. it's a learned behavior and skill.

anyways. her entire philosophy centers on surrounding yourself with things that you love, and only things that you love (or things that you absolutely need). she explicitly says over and over again that it is not about throwing things away, it is not about minimalism, it is not about "what is the smallest amount possible that you can survive on". she literally has a whole section where she talks about how hard it can be to throw things away when you've lived in poverty all your life and you don't have absolute confidence that you can replace something that you really needed if it gets thrown out, even though you're not likely to ever really need it--you've just been conditioned to think that because that's literally how you survive, when you're poor. she talks about how that mindset can serve and how it can damage. she talks about how minimalism is sort of a rich people thing, cause they can afford to throw everything away.

this woman really came out here and said "i want you to be surrounded by things you love and i'm going to validate your fears and your difficulties in getting to that place" and people somehow got mad at her. i don't understand it

REPOST : Roman stylus 70AD, in comon vanacular translates into “i went into the city and all i bought you was this lousy pen” , link and full translation in the comments [640 x 320]

https://www.cnn.com/2019/07/28/uk/roman-stylus-london-scli-gbr-intl/index.html

that's kind of fantastic

2012-13 AO3 was a beautiful fever dream.

what he said

Otters will forever be the most dramatic creatures on the planet🦦

Oh shit. No. Shit. Thank you

Just gonna reblog this out of gratitude because I actually did forget…

Fffffffff let me get right on that. 

and then reblog for the next forgetful son of a bitch

I’m so great full for everyone that is reblogging this. I totally forgot to take mine

I think that there is some sort of unspoken fairy godparent thing where you see this, realize that you forgot your meds, and rebagel it because if you forgot someone else must have. And in our turn we all take care of each other, even if we don’t know it.

i learned a while ago that the whole "most of the stars we see in the sky are actually already dead because they're so far away that we're seeing them as they were thousands of years ago" thing is a myth because stars live so long that it's unlikely many, if any, of them have burned out yet, but i'm still glad that myth exists because there's just something about the thought of the sky as a graveyard of stars that gets to me

It’s interesting because one day that will be true for some people in some planet out there, but we are so young, the universe is so young, that we live in a time when we get to see more stars born than we ever will see die. There’s poetry in looking up and seeing a star graveyard, but I think there’s also poetry in looking up and seeing a star nursery.

Like, momento mori but also momento vivere

we live in a time when we get to see more stars born than we ever will see die

Crow skiing down a roof with a small lid or something….

@illwynd

Holy s- it really is. That crow is teaching itself to snowboard.  Every time I think I know how smart corvids are, they surprise me more.

@thebusylilbee

Heads Up 7-Up Game

Tagged by @101flavoursofweird

Rules: Post seven sentences from your latest WIP and then tag (up to) seven people to do the same.

This is from another fic I've been writing for YuuMori. I know, I know. The blasphemy I am committing! Writing another fic besides Taking the Reins!/j

Anyway, here:

No answer. Either no one heard him, or Fred really was all alone in that big house. The lights were on, but did that really mean anything? Especially if they all left in a hurry? And without him? But if that was the case, somebody must have left him a note somewhere, surely? 

Or maybe…

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Who to tag...Can I even come up with seven?

@247megamania, @zitronenfaltertochter, @sintheyokai, @puzzle-004, @user-needs-new-hyperfixation...

Eh, close enough!

Some Star Trek sickfic (how original) that I need to edit and may never finish...

“I was trying to regain some equilibrium, but I fear my mental control is slipping. It is… deeply unsettling.”

“Worse than the cough and the headache, hm?”

Spock only sighed in reply, closing his eyes. For a moment, Pike thought he might start to cry, but he caught himself and blinked away any excess moisture in his eyes.

“Vulcan telepathy and… emotions can be quite a complicated topic. I don’t wish to discuss it now”, Spock said, but his frustration literally filled the room and Pike was compelled to sigh himself.

Tagging... @treksickfic @greenroseunderglass @scriptrix-eclectica

@caramelfuzz

Also hopefully close enough :)

Thanks @zitronenfaltertochter for the tag! :)

This is from the newly renovated Chapter 2 of Command Weight/Making Trouble. It's up, and Chapter 3 is incoming within the week, so for once I may actually finish a WIP!

The captain had ignored his struggle with his symptoms entirely, even only pausing when Spock finally couldn't hold off a sneeze any longer. Spock had been ridiculously symptomatic since he'd gotten drenched, and the permanent state of prickling sinuses, running nose, and shivery body was both unpleasant and humiliating. So that had been a courtesy on the captain's part.

It didn't feel like a courtesy, any more than the lecture felt like business as usual. That Spock was feeling anything at all about either matter felt shameful, which was another problem all its own.

He found himself shivering slightly even in the warmer air of his cabin, another failure of his discipline, another probable effect of the fever, and as he drew the covers over himself his throat tightened in want of a comfort he didn't allow himself to envision or name. He swallowed against a strange prickling behind his eyes that did not seem to be heralding a sneeze, and was asleep in moments.

What if we feel in love while we are teleported from a failed mission 😳

And he says this *while* Spock is having a nervous breakdown trying to bend steel because he thinks bad things are being done to Kirk.

I love McCoy, but he's not two-dimensional and if anything brings out his cutting side it's stress and Spock being disengagedly/dismissively Spock-like at him.

I often wonder what happened to authors of unfinished fanfictions.

I hope they’re having a nice life

we absolutely are not and that unfinished fic haunts us to this day

Once I lamented on Twitter about never getting to finish a really good Sherlock fic, and the author recognized it and apologized, and I felt terrible. (And I SOMEHOW RESISTED begging her to finish.)

See, here’s how I feel: One of the best things about fanfiction is that I get the chance to read stories that are never going to be ‘published’ in traditional ways. I get to read the writing of people who are doing this as a hobby rather than a profession or even a part-time gig. And as a result, I get to be showered with so many beautiful stories that I would never, ever have found through any other medium. I get to read the work of writers who would have been lost to me if the only way I had of reading was through purchasing publications. There’s just so much more out there than publication systems have ever harnessed.

And, to me, unfinished stories are kind of the ultimate expression of that story that I wasn’t supposed to be able to read, but lucked out and got a chance to read anyway. Unfinished stories almost never get published. Before the age of the internet and fanfiction, most would never have been read except by their authors and maybe a close friend or two. But, thanks to the internet and the ability of authors to write as they go, for fun, with no obligations attached, I have gotten to read these unfinished, beautiful things. And sure, if I love a story I naturally wish that it would be finished. But if the choice is between never reading that story at all, or getting to read it as far as it goes, I’ll take the latter every time.

I have been changed by unfinished stories. I’ve been amused and moved and fascinated and transported by them. Some of my all-time favorite fics are unfinished. But I’m still so happy that they live in a corner of my head.

So if you have written an unfinished fic, thank you. I’m so glad you shared it.