“Those who study are always rebels. They stand to the side and, in their own way, they try to slow down the world. Those who study stop and stand: so, they become subversives and agitators. Maybe, behind it, there’s always unhappiness: a sorrow towards themselves, or the world. But it’s never an escape. It’s just a silent, and, today more than ever, invisible, rebellion.”              -Paola Mastrocola

Invisible rebels

We don’t study anymore. This is obvious. Only a few of us keep exploring the world through languages, philosophy, history, science.

Why? Where did it all go wrong?

First of all, we’ve forgotten the meaning of the world “study”. From the latin term studeo, it, literally, means dedicate oneself to, direct effort and attention to, strive to. Therefore it doesn’t necessary refer to school, and it doesn’t necessarly mean being a grade A student.

In fact, it is a completely pointless action, which should isolate the students and let them alone with their thoughts, giving the pupils the opportunity, in a world so messy, to find their own peace.

Instead we discourage them, telling them to run, get a job fast, get married fast, archieve everything we think they should archieve in the quickest way possible. We love fast food, binge watching, binge dinking. Never rest, never stop and take a deep breath. LIfe is short and the bills a lot. So go out and be an adult.

This all starts in school: once teachers were honorable figures, people who had studied all thier lives and tried to help their students appreciate the opportunity of free thinking, that schools offers. They would bring to the class books and articles, listen to their thoughts and help them learn how to be critical citizens, while still teaching them all the necessary knowledge to face the world. But now? It’s not even the educators’ fault. The school systems doesn’t want people, they want machines. They don’t want opinions, nor couriosity. They fill the tutors’ time with useless assemblies and technology courses, leaving them little, if no time, to read and study.

Nobody asks them to study, nobody cares. So, those who should educate our children, become the most ignorant of all.

Maybe we just do’t care anymore: we praise authors, who declare not to even open a book, and repeat as a mantra that many geniuses didn’t do well at school. What we forget is that Einstein was mostly self-taught, which doesn’t mean he was born like that. It means he studied on his own to become one of the most brilliant thinkers of the last century.

In our fast colture, taking your time to understand a concept, read a book, learn about a philosopher, it’s considered a waste of time. Learning with no purpose, just for the sake of studying, looks like a waste of time.

We value the shock factor, not the informations. We love sensational stories, and don’t care about the facts. We adore sensations and don‘t pay attention to knowledge.

We all are potential geniuses, we all have the power to learn as much as Marie Curie or Einstein, therefore what are we waiting for? We could change the world through words and education.

I challenge everyone of you to find, every day, some time to dedicate to studying: choose any subject you want, maybe a language, maybe physics, maybe geography. Sit silently and enjoy it.

Let’s stop this hectic world for a moment, let’s start a revolution. A quiet and peaceful one.

Be an invisible rebel.

Brotherly Love ~ An Archangels Story

A/N: This is a none-ship story about the archangels finding out that chuck has a daughter, another archangel.

Just a quick idea I had. Maybe I will do more parts, maybe not, who knows  ;)

Thoughts are very welcome  :)

Read Part 2 here! :)

Charachters: Chuck/God, Raphael, Gabriel, Michael and Y/N

Warnings: None, besides fluff I guess? :)

Originally posted by lucifersagents

It took Chuck a lot overcoming to finally get three of his sons at one table but he was even more nervous about the thing he was about to tell them. It wasn’t exactly planned that they would find it out like this but the only way to clean up the mess the birth of Lucifers child, Jack, made, was to introduce them to their little sister Y/N and hope they would agree to work together.

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jessitale  asked:

Heya~ Are Snazzy and Seifty sharing a room? Just my couriosity.

“Apparently yes, I’ve been sharing a room with Swifty my whole life. Now that I think about it, it’s been slightly awkward having to do so since we’re like…pre-mature adults now?” - Snazzy

“Oh! And for that second question, I enjoy spending my time around Swifty more. We’ve been each other’s wingmen ever since we were born.” - Snazzy


I hope you guys are not tired of these sketchbook pages yet, because I really enjoy doing them. They are like playing fields to me. I often feel like I can only really explore new concepts, aesthetics and processes in the safe space of my sketchbook. It’s like a little home I carry around in my backpack. A place where I can let go and just enjoy the process of creating, feeling the couriosity of childlike play and the urge to discover.  
When I flip through them it’s like watching a narrative unfold. An evolution of myself and my drawings, capturing a period of time in my life.
Therefore, I sometimes like to show these even more so then my “finished pieces”, because they feel honest and full of life. On the flipside, sometimes, they can feel really vulnurable, which makes me not want to show them to anyone else at all. Pretty much like a diary, I guess.

I can’t wait to hear Nadia Enis’ talk about Sketchbook culture at Sketchwizzle Con, which will take place n two weeks.

Jep, … just felt like writing a little to explain what these pages mean to me. If you got any questions, I would love to answer them.

Rae's Christmas Dream/Secret Santa

So I know this is late for your Christmas but it’s still technically Christmas where I am so…this is for my Secret Santa irish-girl-84  SURPRISE!  Twas me the entire time!!  It was so hard keeping it from you considering how often we talk!!! lol

So this fic is like the Christmas Carol and I hope you like it.  I’m adding my tag list on it just in case anyone else wants to read it. :)

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“No Jas, repeat after me, Rae.”

“Rach.”  Rae huffed loudly, giving up hope to get her year and a half year old sister to get her name correctly.

“Oh Rachel, she will get it eventually, she is but a baby remind you.”  Linda quipped wrapping the final gift for her youngest daughter.

“She only calls me Rach because you consistently use my full name.  Why are you wrapping her presents for?  She won’t really get through them all.  She will be too distracted with the wrapping paper mind the gifts.”  Rae crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

“If you continue to be a Scrooge RAE, I might return your presents.”  Linda looked up from her task at hand at tying the bows on the presents.

“Whatever.”  Rae sat back into the settee crossing her arms watching her baby sister wobble uncertainly around the room.

A few hours later….

Rae was getting ready to settle in for the night.  Her mum insisted she get to bed early because they will be up at dawn to unwrap presents.  But since she wasn’t tired, she decided to take a sleeping aid tablet.

“May cause vivid dreaming.”  Rae read aloud the packaging as she downed the tablet with water.  “Yeah, let’s see about that.”

Rae could hear her mum and Karim talking from the hallway, saying that Rae has been in a terrible mood as of late.  Rae rolled her eyes, she knew her mum knew it was about finn but her mum thought that Finn had been the heartbreaker, but it was Rae.  Hearing their conversation move into their room and their door close Rae gave into her sadness.

“Ba humbug.”  She said to herself, feeling her eyes get heavy with sleep.



Rae tossed and turned for awhile, unsure if she was asleep or awake. 

That is when she felt a tiny hand on her and she startled awake.

“Tixie?”  Rae couldn’t believe it was Tix, sitting next to her on the bed.

“Oh Skinny, it’s so lovely to see you.”

“Likewise Fatty, what are you doing here?”

“Well I’m the ghost of Christmas past silly.  Come on, we got places to go.”  Tix stood up signaling for Rae to follow her to the door.

Rae stood up quickly following Tix, “Ghost of Christmas Past?  What are you on about?”

“I’ll show you, go on open the door.”  Tix pointed to the door knob.  Rae looked at Tix and back at the door, hesitant to open it.  But her couriosity took over and Rae opened the door.

She was greeted with a warm glow of a room, where she saw an older white haired lady dancing and mixing batter in a bowl. 

“Finn, the next batch are ready to come out!”  She shouted. 

A young Finn, no more then 6 years old came barreling through a swinging door into the kitchen.  He was wearing a green jumper with a reindeer with a bright glowing red nose on full display.  His hair is cut short, something Rae thought she would never see and his face is covered in freckles that Rae has never seen so vividly on his face.

“Can they see me?” Rae asked but Tix shook her head no. 

“Are you sure their ready Nan?”  Young Finn asked.

“Are you questioning the biscuit expert?”  Finn’s nan acted shocked.

Young Finn squealed with delight.  “Course not Nan.  I trust ya.”  Rae watched as Finn and his Nan prepared a new batch of biscuits as soon as she placed the ones from the oven on a cooling rack.

“You know Finnley, one day you will teach a lucky lady a few things about these biscuits and she may teach you a thing or two about another type.”  Nan said as she placed the next batch in the oven.  Young Finn looked at her in a disgusted shock.

“No way Nan, girls have cooties.”

“You say that now Finnley, but one day you will love a very beautiful lady.” 

“Nope.  I’m only ever going to love you and mummy forever.  Can we bring some biscuits to mummy and daddy now, please please?  I want them to try them.”

“Oh alright.”  Nan turned following young Finn out the swinging door.

“What was that about?”  Rae turned to Tix.

“That was Finn, when he was little, still with the spirit of Christmas.  You know Rae, you are not the only one taking this break up hard.”

“What ya mean?”

“I can’t tell ya.”

“What?  Can’t tell me?  Oh Fatty, come off it.”

“I can’t.  You will get it Skinny, eventually.  I can’t tell you how lovely it was to see you again Rae.  Please don’t be a stranger at my grave.  It’s so nice to hear you talk to me.”

“No Tixie wait.”  Rae called out.

“Bye Rae.”

And with that Rae was left alone in Finn’s kitchen.  Tears prickled her eyes, she was alone again.  “Tixie.”  She sobbed quietly allowing the darkness to grow around her.  The warm feeling she felt in the kitchen faded, it was dark but she heard murmuring from up the staircase.  She looked up trying to make out what was being said.

Rae felt a hand grasp her shoulder, she placed her hand on it.  “Oh Tixie, I knew you’d come back.”

“Sorry love, guess again.” 

Rae turned quickly at the sound of his voice.  Sure enough, there was Liam standing behind her.  Rae moved her hands breaking contact from him.

“What the bloody fuck are you doin’ here?”  Rae spat angrily.

“I am the Ghost of Christmas present.  Not pleased to see me?”  Liam was passing a toothpick between his teeth.

“Really?  Out of everyone I know, you?  Why?”

“You tell me.  Maybe it’s because I am the reason why you are in your current state.  Why you are questioning all your present decisions?’

“I don’t see you as anything.”  Rae spat.

“Then why me?”  He asked.

“Maybe it’s because you are my biggest current mistake?”  Rae squinted her eyes in anger.

“You sure bout that?”  Liam passed the toothpick in his mouth to the other side.

“What do you know about me?”

“I know you need to march up those stairs and have a listen.”

“Anything to get away from you.”  Rae said, turning on her heels and heading up the flight of stairs. 

She heard mumbling from Finn’s room.  She was hesitant, but she wanted to be able to hear what was being said.  She nudged the door open, she was not expecting what she saw.  Finn was on his bed sitting with his dad, a tiny gift box wrapped was in his hand.

“It’s alright son, I know you have to go back to Leeds.”

“Sorry da’, it’s just too hard to be here.  Knowing, she just, she wants nothing to do with me.”  Finn sniffed holding back tears.

“I don’t think she wants nothing to do with you.  I think she might be going through some things.  Have you tried talking to her again?  Maybe that will help.”  Gary wrapped a single arm around Finn’s shoulder.  “How ‘bout I go make some tea and we watch some telly?” 

“Sound’s good da’, I will be down in a bit.”  With that Gary patted Finn’s leg and walked out. 

Finn was sitting on his bed, turning the gift in his hands back and forth.  A single tear escaped his eye. 

“Nan, why does everyone I love leave me?  First mum and now Rae, what am I doin’ wrong?”  Finn said aloud to himself looking up to the ceiling.  “I can’t take losing anyone else, this is why I open up to no one. Fuck this, fuck Christmas.”  Finn threw the gift he had in his hands across the room making it hit the wall and fall unceremoniously on a pile of records.  Finn stood up and walked to the door. 

Rae followed him down but as soon as they hit the kitchen swinging door Finn was no where to be seen.  She ran to the swinging door pushing it open to see Finn’s lounge dark and empty. 

“You’re not alone Finn.”  She said with her hands on the door, panic started to rise in her.  With her hands flat on the surface she began to count 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10.

“It won’t help it.”  Liam said beside her leaning up against the wall.

“Go away Liam.”

“No, see you’re panicking right now because you are started to become aware that maybe that boy had more feelings for you then you noticed.”

“Shut up Liam.”  Rae clenched her eyes close praying she could do the same to her ears.

“How long do you think it will take for him to find someone else?  A proper fit lass who won’t be a prude with him.  Give him just a bit of lovin’?  How long do you think he will act as if you matter to him?  Isn’t that what you want to hear?”  Liam was berating her, making her feel even smaller.

“NO! GO AWAY PLEASE JUST GO AWAY!”  Rae took off running out of Finn’s house.  She heard Liam snicker behind her.  She ran as fast as her two sock covered feet would carry her.  Before she realized it, she was outside the Swan.  She looked around, no Liam in sight.

“There you are, you sneaky sneak.”  Rae turned to the comfort of a familiar voice.  Behind her stood Izzy and Chloe, dressed in matching white tunics. 

“Oh thank god you two are here.  This has been the weirdest dream ever.”  Rae went to her friends embracing them in a hug, that only Izzy returned.

“Rae, we need to show you somethin’.”  Chloe said as she moved out of the embrace.

“What is it?”  Rae asked nervously.

“Come on, we’ll show ya.” Izzy grabbed Rae’s hand leading her into the pub.

It was decorated for Christmas, but it was off.  There were Christmas songs being played from the jukebox, Rae looked around and saw a newspaper that read December 24, 1999. 

“1999?”  Rae was scared.

“Yes Rae, 1999.  We are the Ghosts of Christmas Future.”  Chloe said peering over Rae’s shoulder skimming the newspaper.

“What am I doin here?” 

“Look Rae, we need to show you what happens to the gang, to Finn if you two continue this on and off friendship.”  Izzy said.

“It’s more off then on though isn’t it?”  Chloe crossed her arms

“I can’t do this guys.  Why are you doin’ this to me?”  Rae started to tear up again.

“Finn! There you are mate!”  Archie shouted crossing the Swan that was now full of people.  Archie made his way to a far corner booth, where Finn sat by himself, looking into a pint and a shot of brown liquor in front of him.

“Archie?”  Finn asked confused, a slur to his words.

“My god Finn are you that pissed already?” 

“Piss off.”  Finn slurred even worse.

“Sorry mate.  Just haven’t seen ya in forever.  How’s Leeds?  Are you going to Chop’s Sexy Mistletoe Party later?”

“I’m here to see me da’ and then I’m off again.”  Finn downed the shot in front of him without any sign of the liquid causing a burn.

“Oh right, just you know, haven’t see you and I just thought maybe you would come with me to” Archie was was about to continue to talk but Finn cut him off.

“No Arch, don’t think I will be there.  Especially with her being, well with her being anywhere near me.”

Archie looked at his oldest and dearest mate with a look of sympathy.  Rae stood by the booth where a spotlight was held above them now, Chloe and Izzy returning to either of her sides.

“Poor Finn, he’s been so closed off since the big fight.”  Izzy said shaking her head.

“What fight?”  Rae’s head snapped to the side where Izzy was.

“When you and Finn had it out at the New Year’s Party that has yet to happen.  He was so desperate for you to talk to him but instead you brushed him of again.  He begged and begged until he lost his temper.  Telling you if you want nothing from him, there is no point to bother.  He said you two are through, friendship and all.” Chloe shrugged.

“He, he yelled at me?”  Rae asked.

Both Chloe and Izzy nodded their heads.

“He’s been different.  We hardly see him now.  He moved to Leeds permanently.  Not wanting to be around anything that reminds him of you.  He lost passion for music because it was just a constant reminder of what he lost.  He drinks himself dumb until he can hardly walk, then wakes up works, and starts the cycle all over again.”  Izzy was visibly sad with the state of Finn.

“I didn’t know this would happen.  Any of this, I want to make this right.” Rae wiped the tears flowing from her eyes.

“You can’t Rae, it’s too late.”  Chloe said.

“No please, I can make it better.”  Rae went to the Swan door but it was locked.  She turned around noticing that no one, not even Chloe and Izzy remained in the pub.

“Wake up, please wake up!” Rae was screaming to herself.  She tried the door again and this time it unlocked. 

She walked behind a stumbling figure.  “Finn?”  He kept walking, stumbling from side to side, obviously intoxicated.

“Finn wait! Please hear me! Finn!” 

But he didn’t turn around, he just continued his path as he went to cross the road, “FINN WAIT!”  Before she realized there were headlights too close to Finn’s silhouette, there was no time, Rae ran waiting for the impact, screaming his name.


Rae woke up in her bed, a layer of cold sweat upon her forehead. 

“It was a dream.  It was just a dream.”  Rae gripped her duvet in her hands. 

Rae heard her mum make her way to her room.

“Rae for fucks sake are you alright?”  Linda was still tying her robe around her.

“Yeah, sorry mum it was a horrible dream.”

“Well, don’t wake your sister up, she’s been up all night.  We may have to postpone the presents until she’s up.”

“That’s ok mum, in fact, I need to do something.”  Rae said already making her way around her room grabbing her leggings, skirt, oasis shirt and heaviest jumper she could find.

“Where the bloody hell are you going?  It’s Christmas morning.” 

“I need to drop off a gift.”  Rae said grabbing her bag and heading out her bedroom without any further words to her mum.

The walk to her destination was a lot longer without the proper warm attire but she had a mission.

Soon she was at her destination and knocked.

“Rachel?”  Gary asked with a mug of steaming tea in hand.  “What do we owe the pleasure of this visit on Christmas morning?”

“Is Finn here?  Is he awake?”  Rae asked.  Gary gave her a reassuring smile, stepping aside to expose Finn who was still in his red flannel pajama bottoms and white thermal shirt.

“I got it dad.”  Finn said, Gary gave Rae a smile and headed back inside the house.

“Mornin’” Rae said shyly.

“Mornin’.”  Finn repeated.

“Look Finn can we talk?”  Finn nodded opening the door wider for her to step inside.

“Rae, what are wearing?  It’s cold as hell out there.  Head up to my room, I will be there with a cuppa for ya alrigh’?”  Rae smiled weakly at him and made her way up the stairs.  All she kept thinking was that the last time she was here was her dream and was hoping it wouldn’t end the way her dream did.

Rae sat on his bed feeling the duvet under her.  He soon joined her handing her the cup of steaming hot tea.

“Finn first I want to apologize for interrupting your Christmas morning.”

“Nothing to apologize for, dad and I were just having a tea.  Gifts are already open.  Did you already open gifts at home?”  Finn asked trying to make small talk.

“Oh no, mum wants to wait for Jazz to be awake and in a good mood.  Look, Finn that’s not why I’m here.  I want to, to talk.”

“I’m all ears Rae, are you alright?”

“I wanted to apologize for not giving you a better reason for why I broke up with you.  It’s just I know I said I’m better but I need to be honest.  I’m still a mess.  I, I want you to know that you did nothing wrong.  It’s all my fault, I just don’t feel good enough for you.  You deserve to be with someone who you can walk proudly with down the road or in college.  I’m an embarrassment, I’m embarrassed for you.” 

Rae spoke so fast that it took Finn a few moments to register everything she had said.  She watched as his eyes went from relief to pain and settle on anger.

“What do you mean Rae?  I was nothing but proud to walk around with you.  I have never been more happy in me entire life, seriously.  You are the most understanding, caring, funny, beautiful and most musically inclined girl I have ever met.” 

Rae blushed and Finn nudged her with his shoulder, “Don’t let me callin’ ya beautiful get to that head of yours.  I can’t stand to hear you bang on about that for months.”

Rae acted offended.  “I wouldn’t talk about it for months, weeks yes but months no.  Like you don’t walk around knowing you are the most fittest lad in all of Stamford.”  Now it was Finn’s turn to blush.

“So where does this leave us girl?”

“Before I give you that answer, I need to know, is there a chance that we could possibly work on us?”  Rae asked, hoping that his answer was yes.

Finn just smiled at her and then engulfed her in a hug.  He moved her hair to one side, exposing his favorite place to place his head, the crook of her neck and nuzzled in, taking a deep breath.  Getting the smell of vanilla and laundry detergent, the smell of Rae.  “Do you really need to ask that question?”

“I just want to make sure.”  Rae blushed.

“Hold on, stay here, I can prove it to you.”  With that Finn was up and out of his room quickly.  She heard his heavy feet stomp down the stairs and then quickly back up.  Finn returned with a small gift wrapped box in hand, taking his spot next to Rae on his bed, he handed her the box.

“This is the box from my dream.”  Rae muttered.

“What?”  Finn asked confused.

“Oh nothing, I said it was a nice wrapped gift.”  She blushed trying to cover her lie.

“Look I decided to get you this gift for Christmas awhile back,  I just didn’t know if I was going to have the courage to give it to you.  Open it.”  Finn leaned over her shoulder so he can watch her hands toggle with the box.

Rae slowly unwrapped the box, she lifted the lid off and in side the box was 20p.  Rae laughed softly looking up at Finn.

“I was thinkin that if I convinced you to go to the Swan with me to prove me wrong again, maybe we could start again.”  Finn still had his eyes locked with Rae’s.

“Finn, can I give you your present now?”  Finn nodded.  Rae slowly closed the little distance between them and pressed her lips to his.  His lips responded to hers right away and they got lost in their lips dancing together.  Finn placed one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her cheek before breaking the kiss.

“Does this mean that we are together again?”  Finn needed to know this just wasn’t because of Christmas.  But relief spread through him when Rae smiled and said “If you’ll have me.”  He smiled before crashing his lips to hers again.

He broke their lips apart slowly and placed his forehead on hers.

“Happy Christmas Rae.”

“Happy Christmas Finn.”

Curiosity || Blake & Becky
  • Blake: Sat on his bed looking over the people talking on Tumblr and rolled his eyes. All of them stuck in drama that was meant for middle school kids. He laughed when one girl thought he was confused taking advantage of the opportunity. Blake left his door unlocked as she shut off his compute to wait for the blond.
You think you got Swagger....NOPE!

“I am High maintenance" my mother said XD <—- me 

No !! I’m not I just get bord quickly…totally not my fault…I am a ”flirt“ I can’t help it I’m just a courious person…I have ran into some weird ones and it did indeed killed the cat…but just feel that inorder to be in a relationship there has to be a want to see and talk to this person everyday and for him to want me back… many usually do want to text everyday, but they have nothing interesting to talk about and here I am again leading the conversation… pointless and boring I want someone mesmerizing energetic…in the right sense not high on whatever they sniff or smoke but being yourself, being you. Boys these days are caught up in the media image they try to have the attitude like a gangster…bad boy (which isn’t that bad..{my type})…PLAYER! You have no swagger of your own which makes you fade in the crowd…uninteresting boring unconversational and not someone I’d date… Either way I like the couriosty of not knowing a guy end up liking them, not for him but the whole aspect of not knowing him in the first place, then getting the commercial guy AGAIN and get bord and uniterested leaving him hanging as if I were the player…( synonymous killed my cat =/ be spontaneous!! )