caring our way of life

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With all these attacks you shouldn’t be out on your own.
—  Well, I’m not on my own, I’m here with you, High Warlock of Brooklyn.

“My friend and I chatted yesterday about this repeal, as chronically ill and disabled people, this is not the first time we have faced people implying we would be better off dead.

Not like economic access to health care has ever been easy, it DEFINITELY hasn’t for me. I don’t have access to the meds I need which causes me to be bed bound most of the time with high levels of chronic pain & chronic fatigue.  

But when your government outright says things like “people who lead good lives don’t need healthcare”, when they pass laws that make it THAT much harder for your vulnerable and sick to get the help they need,  I am not being hyperbolic when I say, it’s a death sentence, it’s systemic genocide. People WILL die. People ARE dying.  

My friend and I feel hopeless at able silence, feel ignored, as we crawl our ways through life without access to the medical care we need, and invisible as our lives are lost and will be lost, and the more privileged will not wake up, they will not bat an eye.” 

(Link to twitter thread)

Sasha's reconciliation with her people was honestly so well done

I mean the manga gets all the credit for this one.

Sasha wanting to just force all the people disrupting her life style out.

Childishly but hey, human beings think of number one first right?

But then her dad is like no, Sasha…we need to take care of our fellow humans even if we have to abandon our ways of life…

Because no matter how other human beings live THEY ARE STILL HUMANS. We are a part of the same race.

And then he sees Sasha single handledly saved that girl instead of just running away.

She fought a Titan on her own without any gear.

And he hasn’t seen her in three years but now suddenly she’s grown up.

She’s not the same selfish narrow minded kid who clung to her traditions and took care of herself.

She’s a soldier of humanity now and even though she was scared she stood her ground.

Thank you, Isayama.

Female character development doesn’t have to revolve around being a love interest.

And human beings need to help one another survive and look passed each other’s personal grievances.

Sasha Braus is an ordinary hero.

She’s not Eren, she’s not Levi or mikasa, she’s not Armin.

She’s just a good person with the heart of a warrior and god bless her.

I hope she lives.

People who side with health insurance companies in thinking that profits are more important than sick people getting treatment make me fucking ill.  I don’t give a damn if treating sick people loses billions of dollars a year.  It should still be done.  Why?  Because people are more important than money.

2

I see a lot of posts remembering him from Star Trek and Kingdom Hearts.  And that’s good.  I come from a Star-Trek-loving household and I’m a huge KH fan.  

But Atlantis: the Lost Empire had a profound affect on me for the better, ranging from boosting self-esteem, to inspiring me to write and draw, to losing weight.  I think it staved off some problems that might’ve hit me at a younger, more fragile age.  It was something Leonard Nimoy brought his wizened voice to.  I remember going through and noting how he pronounced his language differently from Kida, leading me to believe there were different Atlantean accents.  (-toap, like soap, and -toap like toe-app.)  I saw the movie so many times, and to this day I am frustrated that the “complete” soundtrack for Atlantis didn’t include the scene where the King and Kida were talking alone.  The way his voice played out over the soft music with a firm but caring tone is something that I’ll never forget.  "Our way of life is preserved,“ is said with conviction the way an adult tells a child facts.

And then there’s the death scene where he denies healing.  Whether it’s because he knows he’s dying or he’s lost the will to live, there’s just such a heaviness to his speech to Milo, such amazing voice work.  And as pictured above, he hands off his crystal to Milo as he passes away.  

Thank you, Leonard Nimoy, for being a part of something that changed my life.

I love coming to see you because… you know, we have to spend a lot of time far apart from each other. I get to catch up with you on the internet though, which makes me happy because I can go on.. I can go on Twitter or Instagram or Tumblr and I can check out what you’re doing, I can see your outfits that you’re getting ready for the show or if you liked it afterward or what you’re going through you know? I think that that’s one of my favorite parts about existing right now in 2015 is that I can so easily see what’s going on in your life. And then a funny thing happens you know I’ll be looking at what’s going on with you and I’ll just see some picture that you posted and it’s cute and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with it and then I’ll see underneath -sometimes I look at the comments- and sometimes there’ll be one comment that says something so incredibly unnecessary and critical and cruel to you. And you didn’t deserve it at all. And I think that that is the hardest part for me, of this whole technology thing, is seeing how someone can ruin your day with one comment, anonymously, and they never have to watch your face when you read that comment. They never have to see what you look like when you see it. And uh, so I guess I just wanted to tell you, I know you have a million different messages being sent to you everyday as to what’s cool, how you should dress, what’s sexy, what’s beautiful, what’s not, and I just wanted to let you know that you are not the opinion of somebody who doesn’t know you, alright? You know what I’ve seen a lot of tonight, I’ve been looking around and I’ve been seeing you in the crowd, watching you, and what I see a lot of, I see a lot of reckless abandon. I see a lot of people who are standing around people and you probably don’t know the people next to you, but you are dancing like no one is near you. You’re dancing like you’re in your room alone. You’re singing at the top of your lungs whether or not you’re comfortable singing in front of people. You are doing it and, um, you know these days we’ve got a lot of people telling us that the cool way to live your life is to be unaffected and unexcited by things and to be cool and to be chill and to be bored cause that’s chic. But you know what I think is so much better than being cool and acting cool is being happy and acting happy. So I just wanted to thank you for being so welcoming to us and thank you for dancing with me. Thank you for singing along with me. I think the moment that we can stop caring so much about what strangers think about our life or the way we look or the way we carry ourselves, I think that moment, something happens to us and all the negative words and unnecessary thoughts and the criticisms we don’t deserve can sort of be washed away and I think in that moment.. You’re finally clean.
—  Taylor Swift
(Clean speech in Miami, Florida 10/27/15)
Not Good Enough - Ota Kisaki

“Anonymous said: Can I ask a fanfiction where MC doesn’t feel like she is good enough for Baba or Ota?”

Requested: Yes

For: Anon 

Smut: No

The day that Ota asked you to be his girl friend made you the happiest woman alive. But of course, not everyone was happy about your relationship with him. Everyday you’d hear people gossiping about how Ota, the Angelic Artist deserves someone better than a  hotel maid.

You didn’t understand it yourself why he chose you but hearing other people say something like this lowered your self-esteem. Ota is a well talented Artist and is loved my many beautiful women out there and yet he chose you. May be, just may be saying yes to him was a mistake.

You thought that it’ll definitely ruin his reputation if he fell in love with a nobody hotel maid. It seems unreal that you were living that life. No matter how many times Ota would tell you to quit your job as a hotel maid, you would always decline his offer. You didn’t want to depend on him or take advantage of his profession.

Today you got back from work and Ota greeted you happily. You tried to return the same joyful and bright tone that he had but you just couldn’t do it. “Ota, are you happy with me?” You asked.

“Of course I am Koro! What made you ask that?”

“It’s just… I’m not as beautiful as those women who are after you and you’re way better off with them than a low life loser like me.”

Ota frowned. “Is that how you feel? Is it because some of my fans and the media doesn’t approve of our relationship that made you feel this way? Who cares what they think, this is our life not theirs. Just ignore them” You averted your eyes from him. 

He sighed, “Y/N I chose you because you love me for who I am and you aren’t like those women who’d use me to get popular. You’re not like them, don’t ever feel like you’re not good enough for me because you’ve done a lot more than you think.”

You couldn’t help smile at him. Ota’s right, this is your love life and that you shouldn’t care what others think of your relationship. Not now, not ever.

One of my favorite parts about existing right now in 2015 is I can so easily see what’s going on in your life. And then a funny thing happens. You know, I’ll be looking at what’s going on with you, and I’ll just see some post, some picture that you posted and it’s cute, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with it, and then I’ll see underneath, sometimes I look at the comments, and sometimes there’ll be one comment that says something so incredibly unnecessary and critical and cruel to you when you didn’t deserve it at all. And I think that is the hardest part for me of this whole technology thing is seeing how someone can ruin your day with one comment anonymously, and they never have to watch your face when you read that comment. They never have to see what you look like when you see it. And so I guess I just wanted to tell you- I know that you have a million different messages being sent to you every day as to what’s cool, how you should dress, what’s sexy, what’s beautiful, what’s not, and I just wanted to let you know you are not the opinion of somebody who doesn’t know you, alright? You know what I’ve seen a lot of tonight? I’ve been looking around and I’ve been seeing you in the crowd, watching you, right? What I’ve seen a lot of, I’ve seen a lot of reckless abandon. I’ve seen a lot of people who are standing around people, you probably don’t know the people next to you, but you are dancing like no one is near you. You’re dancing like you’re in your room alone. And you are singing at the top of your lungs, whether or not you’re comfortable singing in front of people, you’re doing it. And you know, these days we’ve got a lot of people telling us that the “cool” way to live your life is to be unaffected and unexcited by things and to be cool and to be chill and to be bored cause that’s chic. But you know what I think is so much better than being cool and acting cool? It’s being happy and acting happy. And so I just wanted to thank you for being so welcoming to us and thank you for dancing with me, thank you for singing along with me. I think the moment that we can stop caring so much about what strangers think about our life, or the way we look, or the way we carry ourselves, I think that moment, something happens to us and all the negative words and the unnecessary thoughts, and the criticisms we don’t deserve can sort of be washed away. And I think in that moment, you’re finally clean, Miami.
—  Taylor Swift to the Miami crowd before performing Clean
Washing the Dishes

‘Have you noticed how often we mortgage our present moments for some future promise? Take washing the dishes, for instance. When we are in the doing mode, we wash the dishes to get them done as soon as possible so that we can get on to the next activity. Chances are, we are also preoccupied with other things, so that we don’t give washing the dishes our full attention. Perhaps we are hoping to have a moment to ourselves at long last to relax. We may be thinking about having a cup of coffee and how relaxing that will be. If we then come across a dirty pot that we somehow missed (or, even worse, someone else finds a dirty pot that we have missed), we might feel irritated because the offending pot has temporarily thwarted our desire to get finished as quickly as possible. Finally we do finish, and maybe we sit down for a moment to have that cup of coffee. But our mind may still be very much locked into the doing mode, preoccupied with its various plans and goals. So even while drinking the coffee, it is very likely that we are already thinking of the next task we have to do (return some phone calls, catch up on our e-mail, pay the bills, write a letter, run some errands, get back to studying, whatever it may be.)

For a moment, perhaps out of the blue, we come to our senses and are struck by the empty cup in our hand. Did I just drink that? I must have. But I don’t remember drinking it. We’ve actually missed the coffee we have been anticipating sitting down to enjoy while we were doing the dishes, just as we missed the whole range of sensory experience associated with washing the dishes: the feel of the water, the sight of the bubbles, the sound of the scrubber against the plate or bowl.

In this way, little by little, moment by moment, life can slip by without us being fully here for it. Always preoccupied with getting somewhere else, we are hardly ever actually where we are and attentive to what is actually unfolding in this moment. We imagine we’ll be happy only when we get somewhere else, wherever and whenever that might be. Then we will have “time to relax.” So we postpone our happiness, rather than opening to the quality of experience we’re having right now. As a consequence, we may miss the quality of the unfolding moments in our day, just as we missed doing the dishes and drinking the coffee. If we are not careful, we may actually miss most of our life in this way.’

- Jon Kabat-Zinn et al, The Mindful Way through Depression: freeing Yourself from Chronic Unhappiness.