anonymous asked:

Today was my second day of band camp and I recently spent the last semester learning how to play clarinet. Today the director had us play along with the returning members and I felt like such a failure because I lost track of where we were and when I did know I couldn't figure out most of the notes. I feel like I'm back at square one and I don't know what to do, any advice?

Learning to play and move at the same time can be very difficult, and for me, is something I feared not being able to do going into each year, even though I did fine in the previous year.

Try taking your drill and marking your moves into your music and then marking time and taking fake steps as you practice. Knowing where your feet change directions in the music really helps transferring it from music arcs to on the field.

If this didn’t make sense or you need some more advice, feel free to ask!

I hope this helped!! 

Don't get why meninists are gleefully calling ghostbusters a failure because of its female cast

Mad max fury road won a fuckton of Oscars, made like 375 million dollars, and was WAY more political and feminist-leaning than Ghostbusters.

First: ghostbusters like just came out, fucknuts, we’ll see how much it makes in the end.

Second: critics all criticized the CGI and the writing, NOT the actors. In fact, they praised the actors as the most redeeming features of the movie.

Third: yeah, shut the fuck up

one of my favorite things that has ever happened in the beatles cartoon was in the episode where the mad scientist kidnaps john and plans on using his brain for her monster

 they transfer his brain and the monster wakes up and begins singing in johns voice

but then girls run in and tear the monster apart because thats their failure of a running gag in this show

and john wakes up and talks to the scientist and the episode ends with them chasing him around

but through the entire episode they never show John getting his brain back and it just ends like that

the whole show from this point forward John does not have a brain 

Saying yes to counseling is a victory.

But it still can feel like failure because of the lie that says this proves you aren’t strong enough. That lie says you are weak and broken and beyond repair.

I struggle a lot with lies. I believe terrible things about my imperfections, about what they mean for my worth. So when I finally said yes to counseling, instead of rejoicing in my own bravery and willingness to fight for myself, I got stuck on one thought: I failed.

I failed to handle this all on my own. I failed to pull myself together, just like I forced myself to do every other time anxiety and depression tore me apart. I failed to just get over it. I failed to keep up appearances that I have my life together. I failed


@ffxvweek Day 3 - Brotherhood Baseball Tee for Stand By Me

Materials: Bella+Canvas Baseball Tee in Marble Black with Black Sleeves, Siser Easyweed HTV in Silver

So this design started with the baseball tee and worked out from there - I couldn’t resist one in such a unique color scheme that perfectly fits the party’s clothing aesthetic and would look very striking combined with metallic vinyl.

The vinyl designs went through a few iterations and a few brushes with failure (because working with HTV can be fraught with complications) before I found something that worked. (Many thanks to @inevitablesurrender for providing feedback during this process). In the end I took this theme rather literally, combining the Brotherhood logo silhouettes with the phrase.

And because I can’t get enough of decorating sleeves when I decorate t-shirts, I added the names along the full length of the sleeve. The crystal divider comes from the I in the FFXV Universe logo and I picked the name order based on the battle HUD as of the E3 Demo. Because I am nothing if not thorough.

I Failed || OPEN

He couldn’t stop thinking about it. How many times? How many people? How many had died because of his failures? Too many. His eyes filled with tears. It happened again today. He had tried. A child, locked in a burning building. He’d tried to save her, but when he finally got the door open, the room had collapsed around her. How many times would he have to fail before he finally hung up his uniform for good?

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The personal and cultural impact of 3D Printing

I am very excited by 3D printing. I think it has much potential for benefiting society. The research into making artificial organs using the power of 3D printing should be funded more. Many people die simply because they have organ failure and cant find a suitable replacement. 3D printed organs may solve that global problem.

What worries me about 3D printing is that it enables people to create firearms. 3D printers can be used to create firearms that get around restrictive laws. In a country like America when gun control is a huge issue, 3D printed firearms seems to make the problem worse. But that is what happens when a new technology is invented. Someone will always try to take advantage of it.

I’m not sure if 3D printers will become common. I know there is a lot more around now then there was a few years ago. The mall in the next town over from mine has a public one that anyone can use. I am excited to see the future of 3D printing. Sure there are some downsides to it, but there are risks with everything.


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“Don’t be afraid to fail because failure adds character and color, and it’s those imperfections and flaws and mistakes that you make along the way that add to a great story. Failure is definitely going to be your biggest roadblock so don’t let failure get in the way because that’s just you, holding you back.”

mydumpsterisonfire  asked:

the dan is cringe in the collab thing... i'm insanely curious about the bloopers now that he's said there were a lot of them. i rewatched a couple of times and phil is frequently trying not to laugh, or they're both trying not to laugh. i read it a lot more as the editing removed a lot of context for the stupid things he was saying and doing, not him being as bad as he seems. dunno. like he said, their baking vids are long because there's failure and silliness, hers are successful baking.

yeah definitely thats what i was thinking too! i figured the bloopers would explain alot ? hmm


Seeing success stories on social media makes me want to glo up already and live a genuinely happy life. I want beautiful, long, thick, voluminous natural curls. I want shiny, soft, blemish-free skin. Perfectly whitened teeth, eyebrows on fleek. I also want a group of loyal friends and a fun, lively life.

But, at the same time, I know that by clinging onto things that are impossible for me, I’m letting society destroy me and I feel so empty, vapid and broken. I’m not even in college, and I’m 19. I feel like a failure because I used to be a good egg, but I allowed myself to ruin my life plan 4 years ago when I failed two classes for the first time in my entire life.

I have grown up thinking that I was going to do so many things and be a good example for the female youth in the black community. Most of my friends are engaged or married, and I can’t even say that I’ll see that any time soon. Many are talented. I haven’t any talent. In the last (and only) two relationships I was in, I was…treated badly, to say the least (don’t want to go into specifics). People say, “fix it and stop complaining”, but I don’t see any light in the tunnel at this point. The tough love doesn’t work. I have a job, sure, and I can probably learn how to survive on my own, but I can’t have a fortunate life like others. I want to wither away. I feel like I serve no purpose.

I saw a post recently marveling at how Snow was able to forgive Regina after everything. I was also recently glancing over the Shattered Sight spell effects, when Snow admitted that she wasn’t sorry about killing Cora, and when she forgot about Charming that one time.

I think that Snow’s not-so-secret flaw is that she is both a born snob and just as vindictive as any other normal human being. She is horrified by this, not least because it represents a failure to live up to her mother’s dying wish. She isn’t good by reflex; she’s good (when she is good) because she works very consciously at being good, and she overcompensates kind of wildly sometimes.

Like a Dream(P.6)

Title: Like a Dream(P.6)
Pairing: Robbie Kay x Reader
Warnings: Fluff.
Summary: Y/N lands the role of Peter Pan’s romantic interest in a movie-version of Once Upon a Time and Robbie tries to convince his co-actors that he doesn’t have the slightest interest in his new female counterpart.

I really tried not to be quiet at dinner, but it honestly was hard to think of something to say that didn’t involve how awkward the tension in the air was after that scene. Actually, a part of me was regretting agreeing to it now. It wasn’t because I didn’t like the scene and it certainly wasn’t because of Robbie.

It was because of me and my failure to hold back my emotions. I saw the look on his face when it was over. He knew that it wasn’t an act, we both did.

As soon as it was over, I had to make be a better actor then I was on set. I had to act like I was just his friend and nothing more. Because that’s what he had wanted and I didn’t want to ruin anything, not the movie, not my career and especially not my friendship with him.

Robbie was pretty quiet too, he seemed to be collected in his own thoughts and I wondered if it was because he already knew how I felt. Anytime he brought it up or if our hands touched, I tried to play it off like it was nothing special, that I didn’t care.

I couldn’t tell for sure, but it almost seemed like Robbie was upset or frustrated with everything. Maybe he regretted the scene now too.

After dinner we went down to the beach for a walk, we were both still pretty quiet. I kept telling myself to speak up, it was getting a bit awkward. When I finally did decide to, Robbie beat me too it.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked suddenly, stepping in front of me suddenly.

I had to stop so fast so I didn’t hit him that I almost lost my balance, he shot a hand out to catch me, giving a small smile. “Sorry.”

I smiled back and let him keep his hand on my shoulder. “No problem.” My eyes caught his for a moment before I looked away and out to the ocean, trying not to look back at him. “I’m not mad at you, are you mad at me?”

He laughed, making me give him an odd look that made him stop suddenly. “No! Gosh, no…I’m not mad at you.” He rubbed my shoulder before shoving his hands back in his pockets. “Things are just awkward now, huh?”

I frowned. “Yeah…So what’s that mean?”

His brows shot up. “Well, nothing…I hope…” A moment passed between us, quiet and confusing before he finally sighed, running his hands through his hair. “Okay, that’s a lie. I hope it does mean something.”

Once again, my eyes found his and I furrowed my brow, tilting my head a bit. “What do you mean?”

Robbie watched me for a minute, as if contemplating what he wanted to say or how he wanted to say it. His head turned and he swept his eyes over the beach as if surveying for anyone watching before he gave a small smile, finally seeming to have figured out his next move.

I hadn’t expected what he did to happen. Not at all.

He gave a half grin, stepping towards me, his lips connecting with mine in a soft, barely there kiss. As if he was holding back, in case I pulled away.

I didn’t. My hand came up to rest on the side of his neck for a moment before he pulled back. I smiled, my cheeks flushed. Robbie gave a nervous laugh. “I’m sorry if that…came out of nowhere. Listen, I know what I said, about us just being friends, right?” I nodded and he grabbed my hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it. “I kept telling myself that I wouldn’t date a coworker during a movie, that’s just how I am. I like things to stay professional…”

He swallowed, lifting his gaze to find my own. “But damn…I’ve been trying to not like you since your audition, Y/N…And the more time I spend with you, the harder it gets and the more I realize that I don’t care how unprofessional it is.” I couldn’t believe that he was telling me all of this, this was everything I had wanted to say to him, but he beat me too it. “Then that scene…Seeing you…–he was blushing, bad. Stumbling over his words.– Seeing you like that…I…Wow…And I know how bad that sounds! –He let go of my hand to put it up as if defending himself– But it’s not like that at all! I just…I can’t keep hiding it anymore, okay?”

I was quiet for awhile and I swore if I kept it up, Robbie might have exploded, but finally, I nodded. “Okay.” I said simply, watching as his brows knit together in confusion. “Okay, so let’s not hide it.”

His grin made my heart jump and I could have lifted away if it wasn’t for his arms wrapping around me to pull me into a hug. “But…” I said, making him pull back in worry. “But let’s…hide it from everyone else, at least until the movie is over…That was we can still be professional, both of us.”

He nodded, kissing my cheek quickly. “Of course. I think that’s a great idea.”

We continued walking own the beach, holding hands when no one was around and letting go whenever we saw someone. “We have that huge cast interview tomorrow.” Robbie said, chuckling softly.

“Oh I know. I’m preparing for the questions we’re gonna be asked.” I replied, already thinking about how Parker would probably do all he could to get us to slip up about how we felt. Or how Josh would talk about today and how our kiss scene went longer then scripted.

“It’s gonna be hard not to gush about how absolutely gorgeous you are.” Robbie said quietly, squeezing my hand. “But I have to ask…”

I glanced over at him and smiled. “Hm?”

“Well, I have to ask and make it official, right? Be a gentleman about it.” He grinned, stopping our walk so he could face me. “So Y/N…Will you be my girlfriend?”

I honestly wanted someone to pinch me, actually I nearly pinched myself. This was Robbie Kay in front of me and he was my best friend…And he was asking me to be more then that. How was this not a dream?

I smiled, leaning up so I could kiss him once again. “I would love too, Robbie.”

It is ok to not be able to do things.

No one is upset about me not being able to do things. (Except me, because brain.)

Even though not able to do more things, still did things that needed done.

Did not get told I could when I said I can’t. (!!!)

Life’s a bit funny sometimes. How it can leave you feeling a bit weird, a bit out of sorts, a bit uninspired and lacking motivation all of a sudden. I could blame it on things that aren’t the real cause, which is a feeling. A feeling I get often enough. That everything I try to do is a waste of time, that sense of hopelessness and pointlessness. What am I doing? What am I here for? Truth is, you’re only as capable of doing something as you believe you are. You decide what your purpose is. And you go after it. Don’t waste your breath and your energy and your precious time doing anything less than what you want to do, what you NEED to do. If you think you’re a failure because the way you imagined your dreams to come true didn’t work out then think again, there is still so much opportunity to shine. ✨💛 I’ve had a lot of unplanned time on my hands this week to think about what I really want and I realized I had forgotten about that for a while there. Now it’s time to get back on track, and I hope if you’re feeling a bit lost and unsure right now, that this is a wake up call to yourself to go after your wildest dreams and hopes. Life’s short man 😌 (ps I have next to no idea what this photo looks like as my phone screen is broken but I hope it’s as soothing as the moment I captured it was) 💦

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What makes me upset about this chapter is the fact that if the serum drama hadn’t been set up in such a ridiculous and forced way (Armin being written as dead and not dying, super-human Miniba, super convenient timing, over-abundance of red herrings, ecc.), killing off any previous build up tension, I would probably consider it one of the best chapters. All the strongest points of snk came into play. The grey morality, the characterizations, the mistery.
Hanji and Jean were undeniably the jewels of it. Neither of them can’t control their emotions. They are insecure.
The violence against the warriors is portrayed with no filters whatsoever. You see it exactly as what it is. Crude. Sad.
Hanji expects poison and bombs and is instead asked to give a (love but sure not only) letter to someone. It’s ironic.
Jean’s words do resonate, but also do lead them to failure. Because there’s really no answer. Compassion fucks you up in this world.
It’s nice to know that I probably have always been right about Grisha.

I think that my final jugdement on this chapter, this entire arc, the whole series will really depend on how this will play out.
It can turn out to be decent. To me decent is enough at the moment. But it can also easily turn into something really banal, even ugly.
No more cheap narrative expedients, thanks.
And unrealistic shonen tropes are to be avoided at all costs.

I want to show Alli some love because she is in need of it!


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