and-step-back

Sometimes we need to take a step back from day-to-day life and current events and ponder the really pressing issues facing humanity, such as this vital question recently posed on Twitter by Jeremy Hammond.

What do you think: how are giraffes supposed to wear neckties?

Head over to Design Taxi to check out some of the insightful responses that Hammond received.

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Isak did not send Even that text to hurt him. Try to see this from his POV, he just had an emotional bomb dropped on him, he is hurt and confused and overwhelmed, and speaking as someone with anxiety, I sometimes need everything to just stop so I can step back, reevaluate, and regroup my thoughts. I 100% think that’s what Isak is doing. I don’t think he meant the message as a way to hurt Even I think he meant it as more of a ‘I’m really overwhelmed and I can’t handle it, please just let me be with myself right now’ but because he’s so scared and confused it came out harsh; again I know from personal experience, when you’re anxious like that, you don’t really know what you’re saying or how you’re saying it, you just want everything to slow down.

In short, don’t judge Isak for the fact he needs time to process, especially since last time something like this happened to him, he shut himself away and then just ran from it and avoided it for months. He could have ignored Even but he made the effort to at least show Even he was still there, hearing him, even if he didn’t say it nicely. And let’s not forget he’s actually taking the time to educate himself, to do better next time, to give Even the support he needs, he wouldn’t do that if he was done with Even.

anonymous asked:

They still went down the tragic gay love story. I'm not angry at them, just disappointed, I expected better from NRK. Bipolar is very rare among the population, it's also deadly serious. They had plenty of material about mental health but instead went down the cliched road of the really crazy person. Bipolar is cool on film but it doesn't happen often irl. Classical conditions like depression and personality disorders are the real killer because many lgbt people have them. Very few are bipolar.

Wow. You need to take a huge step back. You literally just told me that bipolar people are crazy. That just proves to me that it’s really, really important that they show some real representation of the subject since people *obviously* are uneducated and judgemental.

-“the real killers” among bipolar individuals about 50% have attempted suicide. Also people with bipolar disorder try to kill themselves at about twice the rate of ordinary depression (Not to mention Even has displayed classic signs of being suicidal)

-very rare, very few have it
There’s no numbers on bipolar in Norway, but in America almost between 5 and 7 million people are bipolar.

Even being LGBT has nothing to with his mental health, there’s no point in bringing that up.
You, and many other people would’ve probably preferred Even to have depression, or DID or something that would mean that there’s no reason for it then not to be together and that it’s easily dealt with (or ignored, if you will)

First of all, it’s obvious that this is connected to Isaks mother, who’s schizophrenic or maybe bipolar too, or something like that.
But secondly, just because it’s less serious and more common doesn’t excuse your rudeness towards bipolar people (ignorance, perhaps) and it doesn’t mean that NRK can’t handle it properly, and it doesn’t mean that there won’t be a happy ending.

Now I’m left wanting a scene where Mick is flying the Waverider and Cisco’s aboard, being far too curious for his own good and asking all the questions, stupid and otherwise - until Mick has enough and gets up, making Cisco nervously take a step back, because this is Heatwave and last time they met before the alien invasion involved Cisco getting beaten.

Mick: “Sit!”

Cisco: “Uhm - excuse me?”

Mick:  “Well, you didn’t learn to drive a car by jammering at the driver from the backseat, did you? Now sit your ass down!”

REQUESTED (NEWT X READER)

A/N: I had two people request generally the same thing, so this imagine is for both of them💕

IMAGINE:

“Hello sweetie, how are you today” you whispered softly to your demiguise. He looked at you with his big beautiful eyes and almost smiled at you before nuzzling his head to your tummy. You laughed as you pet his head.
“There’s my beautiful wife” Newt chimed as he wrapped his arms around you , hugging you from behind. You smiled as his subtle cologne filled your nose. A bowtruckle then hopped from Newts pocket on to your shoulder. Newt looked surprised at first before smiling. You chuckled, “hello pickett” you smiled petting him gently. Then another creature came over, an occamy, she slid around your arm and Nuzzled in to your hand. Newt stepped back and tilted his head in confusion as more and more creatures gravitated toward you. Unlike Newt, you were not confused, you were so happy in this moment, you adored the creatures and loved that you were surrounded by them. Newt just looked at you in shock, there was only one reason the creatures would act like this.
“(Y/N)”……you-are are you…“ he stuttered nervously, walking closer to you. You smiled knowingly and nodded as you continued to pet the animals. Newt came closer to you putting one hand on your cheek, looking you in the eye, he slowly put his other hand on your stomach.
"You’re……pregnant? ” he asked quietly, you nodded happily with a bright smile. You seen Newt begin to tear up. He threw his arms around you, one arm was wrapped around your waist and one was around your neck as he ran his fingers through your hair.
“Oh my beautiful, sweet, girl…. you’re pregnant ” he chimed happily with a sniffle. He kissed your head like a million times as he rubbed your back softly. He pulled away, looking you in the eyes then down at your stomach as he cradled it softly, a thoughtful smile curved on his face.
“I can’t wait to meet you..” he whispered softly before looking back up at you kissing you softly.
“I love you”

2

Softly Dwight puts his lips on yours, moving them slowly. A sigh in joy leaves your mouth as his fingertips stroke down your arms, giving you goose bumps.
“Wait, wait.” You whisper as he kisses his way down to your neck.
“We don’t have much time.” Dwight mumbles and licks over your pulse.
You moan quietly and feel how your panties getting wet.
But you need to talk to him.
“I’ll leave him.”
Immediately Dwight stops his little tongue play and looks at you with widen eyes.
“What?” He breathes in disbelief.
“I want to be with you. Not only once a week. Forever.” You say and letting your finger slide over his burned skin. “Or at least how long it takes.”
“(Y/N), you’re safe there.”
“But that’s not what matters to me.”
“But to me!” He shouts before he goes two step back and rubs the back of his head.
“I should go.”
Tears swim in your eyes as you turn to the door as Dwight suddenly grabs your wrist. A little too rough he presses you against the wall and kisses you hungrily.
But also desperate.
With quick hands you open his jeans and push it together with his boxer down before he lifts up and wraps your legs around his hips. He almost tears your panties and enters you with one single thrust.
With long hard slams he penetrates you, giving you no time to adjust size.

That isn’t about love making or even sex, you’re the catalyst where he can let out his frustration.

His nails scratch over the sensitive skin of your thighs, always careful not to leave any traces on your body.
“Dwight.” You gasp as he breaks the kiss.
“Want me to slow down?” He asks, burying himself as deep as possible in you and circles his hips.
“No.” You groan as he reaches your g-spot.
“Promise me you’ll stay with him.”
“Dwight…”
“Promise me!” He shouts again and pulls out of you.
“I do. I promise.”
You scream out your pleasure as he thrusts back in you. Your thighs start shaking as you reach your highest point of pleasure.
“Oh god.”
Dwight follows you a few seconds later, groaning your name as he shots his cum on your inner thigh.

“I love you.” You say and kiss him one last time before you leave the room.

Sometimes when Negan looks at you, especially when you’ve sex, you’ve the feeling he knows what you’re doing behind his back. It’s like he’d wait for the right moment before he can strike and break Dwight’s and your neck…

It’s Okay

A request for @lily-toast. She asked for @trashpandaballs‘s Pay in a graveyard angst, and I was happy to deliver :D First time writing @princeofmints’s Tim, sure hope I did him justice. He’s a great character!

CW for mentions of child death.


Pay gasped as his boot sunk into the mud. With his hair plastered to his face, he hadn’t realized he’d stepped off the path.

He took a step back and pushed his bangs aside, trying to ignore the water drops, like tiny diamonds, that landed on his eyelashes. The rows of gravestones stretched into the distance, borne toward a horizon masked by the gray haze of rain, and the wind swept over them, lashing at Pay like a whip. It shook the trees and caused the leaves to whisper, a sound that carried through the air despite the pounding of the rain.

It’s okay… they seemed to say.

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starter for somerandompokemon

It was a normal day like always in the underground facility. Ballora was practicing her dancing, Foxy did whatever the fox did on a normal day and all that…but something wasn’t right in the breaker room. Metal clanging could be heard. It was quite loud that it got everyone’s attention. Was Freddy and Bon Bon ok? Were they being attacked or something. The animatronic crowded at the door took a few steps back due to being too afraid of going in the room.

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Inarah’s plant personality is…

Dandelion: Scrappy and tough, you’re a pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps kind of person. You don’t give up easily and you often thrive in situations that others would find discouraging. You have an instinct to serve others and see yourself as most useful in times or places of crisis, but you may over rely on your toughness and forget how sensitive you really are.

Echinacea: A protector. With an amazing blend of optimism, nurturing and goodwill, you lend your strength and energy to those in need. Your seemingly infinite goodwill and boundless supportive energy make you the one people turn to when times are tough. Your greatest strength is, of course, also one of your weaknesses, especially if you neglect to take care of yourself. At times like these, it’s a good idea to take a step back and focus some of that protective energy on yourself.

Ginger: Spirited. A feisty and fiery companion, quick with an opinion, a laugh or an idea. Warm, friendly and inviting, you never allow an awkward moment to pass. In fact, even cold and distant people warm up to you more quickly than others. Negative experiences or too much indulgence, however, can send you into a bit of a tailspin, and when hurt you may become quite cold and distant. Ginger people do best when their natural warmth and affection is flowing freely, giving them easy access to their love of life.

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Take the quiz here.

Winter Days

Nathan & Sam - Building Snowmen/Snowball fights

“There we go,” Nathan announced as he put the finishing touches on his snowman, stepping back to admire his work.  It was a pretty typical snowman, with some acorns spaced out down the chest as buttons, and a carrot for the nose, but Nate was damn proud of it anyway.  It took some skill to perfectly smooth out the mounds of snow that made its body, after all.  “Hey Sam, check this out,” Nathan said as he turned to where his older brother was working on his own snowman, and when he saw where Sam had just placed the carrot that was intended for the nose, he almost choked.  “That’s not where that goes,” he chided as his gaze flicked downwards to where the carrot was now sticking out from other snowman’s body.  “What if someone’s kid sees that?”

Sam laughed and stepped over towards his younger brother to clap a hand on his shoulder.  “Come on Nathan, where’s your sense of humor?”  When he only got a raise of his brother’s eyebrow in response, he lowered his head and sighed.  “Okay, fine.  Wouldn’t want to scandalize the children after all.”

Nathan watched as Sam removed the carrot from the inappropriate place and stuck it in the middle of the snowman’s face where it was supposed to go.  His brother’s snowman was pretty impressive as well, but not nearly as nice as his own was.  At least, that’s what he thought.  “I have to say, this is kind of fun,” Nate admitted with a smile as he rubbed his gloved hands together in order to wipe the packed snow off of them.  “It’s not like we got to build a lot of snowmen together when we were growing up.”

“Yeah,” Sam agreed with a nod as he casually bent down to the ground to reach for some more snow.  “You know what else we didn’t get to do a lot of?”

“What’s that?” Nathan asked, lifting his head to look over at his brother.  Which was a mistake, because his answer was a snowball that smacked him square in the face.  Nate winced as he shook his head and spat snow out of his mouth.  “Okay, now you’re dead,” he threatened once he recovered, squatting down to gather up some of the white powder into his gloves.

“You’ll have to catch me first!” Sam yelled out as he started to run away from his brother, a wide grin upon his face while his boots crunched in the snow underneath his feet.


~ For the Uncharted Advent Calendar ~

beingnova  asked:

after mike gets the call from oscar and bawson take a step back from each other .... THROW ME OFF A CLIFF CAN U IMAGINE WHAT THE THOUGHTS GOING THROUGH BOTH OF THEIR MINDS I JST 2JRWE;JAOWIREAIDJ

petition for someone to take oscar arguella’s phone away from him for like, the rest of the year he cannot be trusted

Isak is not going to leave even. Isak. Is. Not. Going. To. Leave. Even. I know everyone is scared now and so am I but isak is not going to leave even. They’re going to work this out. This is when isak has to take a step back and talk to someone about this(probably his dad, hopefully a psychiatric or whatever) and decide he’s not going to do what his dad did. He’s going to stay with even. That’s the story they’re telling. It’s not just about how gay people deserve love but also how mentally ill people deserve love. This will work out in the end

anonymous asked:

"What do you mean?" He was so confused by all this information flying at him. Tord was going to kill him and his friends? "That doesn't make any sense! He just moved back in! Start making sense or I'm calling the cops!" He warned (matt-the-handsome)

Patryk jumps at the man’s tone, raising his arms in defense as if it were a reflex. He takes a step back and glances around cautiously. “W-Whoa, calm down there! He’s not here to kill you, per-say. H-He’s um…he just needed to find some belongings he left behind is all! No worries!”

The e-mail notification on Chantale’s phone caught her attention as she walked back into SZN Magazine headquarters, sliding her badge across the automated lock that kept the outside world out of the journalists space, pulling her phone from the pocket of her jacket, she used her thumb to unlock the device and check her e-mail, she nodded at it before she looked down at her watch; she was right on time, even with getting caught up with Bruno Mars’ overzealous publicist. Instead of getting off on her assigned floor, she took the elevator to the top and once she got off she showed the e-mail to Kenia’s receptionist, after getting the green light, she walked over to the editor-in-chief’s door and knocked on it, stepping back in wait of a response.

( @wcrdsbykcnny )