Friendly reminder that you should terminate relationships with people that talk shit about you. People that spread poison because there are running around empty. They have no sense of self. No sense of self love. Why would you allow yourself to be friends with someone that talks shit about you from behind your back. Just how much do you love yourself? Because if you understand the value of self love, you would never be friends with those type of people. It’s a matter of knowing your value. It’s a matter of you saying ‘I don’t have to be around these people in these type of environments and situations in order for me to finally see the value in myself. I love me independent of you loving me. I believe in me. I know my self worth.’ Don’t hang out and mess with those type of people. So they talk shit about other people and you don’t think they are talking about you? Are you that special? Here are the worst type of people in the world to me. The people who literally hate your guts and dislike you and you don’t have a clue that they feel this way about you because they’re able to cover up all of their malicious energy and intentions towards you without giving you no trace that they don’t fuck with you. And then when you finally find out you are like ‘oh shit. You have been saying this and doing this and you feeling this way about me? I had no clue!’ But when people show you who they are and you see it to point when you able to talk about it: 'can you believe what she said about me? Can you believe that?’ and you are able to talk about it then you get an invite from the same person you were just sitting over dinner crying about the following week and you show up. You don’t love yourself for you to be hanging out with these type of people. Nobody who loves themself would ever entertain the idea of ever fucking with these people. When people show you who they are you have got to believe it and you have to make the adjustment according to all of these things that are revealed to you. But what about family? They can talk shit about you right? Oh, so they are allowed to tear you down because it’s family? Hmm. Doing cuts me even deeper because we have the same blood in our bloodstream. I would much rather have a random person in the street talk shit about me and tear me down than my own family or people who I think of as family. You have to be careful to what and who you give emotional access. Friends, family, your girlfriend? You can’t get to the next level with all of the devils that you have in your life. You got so many negative, evil, mean, malicious, and dysfunctional people in your life and around your circles. This is the reason why you can’t clear out the clutter and get to the next level. Self love is the cure to self hate. You are not here to spread and receive hate and negative energy. You are here to love, forgive, and grow. Just don’t hang out with people that talk shit about you or others because you don’t want to be at the receiving end of the shit they are doing. You deserve better. Love. Only love.
theory: “mamma mia!” (2008) and “kingsman: the secret service” (2014) take place in the same universe
in “mamma mia!”, which is arguably set in the 90s, he plays:
an englishman named harry
whose last name is not known (EDIT: many, many people have pointed out that harry’s last name in this movie is bright. i didn’t remember at the time of this post that his last name is mentioned. it does NOT negate the rest of this theory–keep reading.)
who demonstrates an affinity for aliases (”harry headbanger”)
who lives in london
who works as a banker which sounds fake
in “kingsman: the secret service,” where the main story is arguably set in 2014, he plays:
an englishman named harry
whose last name is now revealed to be hart (EDIT: or, if you must: a different last name he uses is revealed to be hart)
who demonstrates a penchant for aliases (”galahad”)
who lives in london
who is actually a secret agent…which he has to lie about and tell people he’s some boring job like a banker
can’t afford to be spontaneous bc he’s a secret agent and if he doesn’t plan things out he will probably die
tells a random woman that he’s gay (among other things) (he’s implied to be lying but literally nothing in the film indicates that anything in the line where he says that is not true)
CONCLUSION: Harry from “Mamma Mia!” and Harry from “Kingsman: The Secret Service” are the same person. The opening scene (before it jumps to “17 years later”) of Kingsman takes place, at most, a few years apart from the events of “Mamma Mia!” Also, Harry Hart is gay. Thank you for your time.
i just really, really dig percy being a constant figure around chb he’s just like this nice counselor teacher does it all kinda person and he pays special attention to all the newcomers and younger kids (because he loves kids) and he’s known by them for just being really nice and helpful and then of course they listen to stories about percy jackson and they’re like Wowie That’s Big until they realize The Percy Jackson™ and that guy who gave them a ride on his shoulders from the strawberry fields to the big house are, in fact, the same person
Aries reigns in on pure egocentrism to dominate and control instead of learn and understand. Instead of encouragement and genuine concern, the Aries perceives criticism and becomes overly defensive. Unwillingness to learn from experience creates continuous destructive cycles in relationships and social platforms where they are consistently inappropriate, childish, and reactive
Taurus becomes stuck in mental, emotional, and physical ruts, internalising fears and anxieties and becoming shells. Often this can be remarked as vanity or over self indulgence but the individual locks themselves away from being touched in any way, saving themselves from bad but forbidding the good, there is over obsession with appearance and image
Gemini cannot tell the truth from the lie and becomes tangled in their own web of conflicting stories, each seeming to be true at the time but diverting into more complex and manipulative avenues, using right timing silence and the gift of the gab, innocent stare, and denial of responsibility to twist the tale or perception until nobody knows what’s going on anymore
Cancer becomes consuming, devouring, and overly possessive, in some ways controlling of loved ones as a performance of protection, but trapping the individual from freedom and liberation, martyring themselves so people feel they cannot leave or guilty for their experience of life. Suffocating
Leo is manipulative with complexes and self generated inadequacies, clinging onto anybody who displays any expression of affection and restricting anybody from leaving, seeking saviours for the inner child in everybody and over dramatising emotional experience so that others display sympathy or validation
Virgo trembles between every variable and cannot take any decisive action, instead becoming a nervous, frantic wreck with little control of life or self, erratic behaviours in relationships and giving off the semblance of selfishness, too tangled in the mind to be set free, avoidant, seclusive, detached
Libra loses any sense of identity or self, becomes absorbed and imitates into any form of company, instead of offering something genuine and personal to relationships can only offer a hollow reflection, becomes overly idealistic and dependant on partners to save or fulfil them, cannot cope with reality when these ideals or imagined futures do not exist
Scorpio becomes overly contained in the emotional experience, riding the waves of darkness into traumas they keep revisiting instead and refusing to accept, trying to forget but refusing to remember, so the darkness they deny fuels fires inside, ignites the demons resting place, and they cannot rest in the light so they are projected onto the faces they see, devils everywhere, devils they must destroy
Sagittarius becomes so trapped in their idea of truth and contained reality that outside opinion and insight is rejected, scolded at, scoffed at, the individual refuses to accept what cannot be perceived beyond eyesight, the whole world becomes a silent echo and they don’t even know they are searching for something brilliant, instead trying to fill the void with every material desire they could devour
Capricorn becomes suffocated by a harsh, unreceptive, and cold view of reality, feels iciness burn from deep inside and from the outside, and constructs a shell, a defensive mask that hides deep, needing secrets and vulnerabilities. The sterility is offsetting, the need to control becomes evident in every aspect of the individual’s life, because they cannot control the demon inside
Aquarius becomes overly absorbed in superiorities and versions of truths and realities, exacting supremacy in conversation and validation of thought, unwilling to accept something is unknown or wrongly known, tendency to deplete the capacities of other people’s intelligence compared to their own
Pisces express the whole spectrum of human and beyond-human archetype. Ghosts and spirits stir in the unconscious, waiting to be unleashed. You cannot believe everything you feel, Pisces can make you experience heaven, hell or both at once. Remember they can wield and rule two worlds you’ve never even been to before. A a wounded pisces can cut to the spirit like a psychic surgeon, detonating somebody’s personality from the soul upward. The same tools that open the door for immense sensitivity and forgiveness become the blades turned on other people. This is why you should never wrong a pisces. You may spend centuries repairing the damage
What was your favorite Zutara moment from the show?
Hm. You know, when I first read this I was like: ”Just one? How could you possibly expect me to pick just one?”
But, actually, it wasn’t all that hard at all.
“I’m sorry. That’s something we have in common.”
This moment of instantaneous, bone-marrow deep understanding.
The way Zuko’s face softens, and his voice as well, how he turns to face her.
How Katara immediately stops crying, how she raises her head and moves towards him, because she wants to hear what he has to say.
Just… They reach out to one another in a way that they don’t to anyone else. Ever.
They want to communicate, they want to understand one another, they want to not be antagonistic. Like, he starts off with words of comfort, I mean, what am I supposed to do with this? She’s yelling at him, and. He. Reacts. By. Offering her comfort?!!?!? By trying to ease her pain!??!By empathising and sympathising and I just!?!?!?
I die, okay? I die for, during, and about this scene.
(The scar touching, and the way they lean towards one another when Aang and Iroh burst through the cave wall are close seconds, but seconds none the less.)
So, I had this thought after reading several stories about humans giving birth and not having eggs. What if aliens do not have ‘family units’ the same way humans do, but instead raise children in more of a group setting.
Captain H'roll'ah was excited to have hired on not just 1 but 3 humans, all of whom were extremely qualified for space travel. Even better, they were all from the same clan and so there would be no rivalry or refusal to work together because of old scores to settle.
“Captain! Three humans just came in a have taken over the dining area! WHAT SHOULD WE DO?!?” Ensign Khralhen was out of breath and panicked, but his species was notoriously afraid of humans after it became public knowledge how dangerous they were. Not that his own was much better, but H'roll'ah knew that these humans should be here and it was probably near a meal time for them. How could such an evolutionary advanced and apated species not figure out a way to avoid needing 3 or meals a day was beyond H'roll'ah.
“It is fine, Ensign Khralhen. These are likely the Humans that I just signed on to the crew. They are from the same clan, so they should work at peak efficiency,” the Captain answered, trying to put as much calm and soothing into his voice as possible, “Let us go introduce ourselves and welcome them so that the ‘pack-bonding’ can begin.”
“Greetings, I am Captain H'roll'ah and this is Ensign Khralhen, our cook.”
“Nice ta meetcha! Cook, huh? Guess we best buddy up to you right quick then!” said the male. He was average height for a human and perhaps a little on the heavy side, but H'roll'ah knew that it was likely muscle not fat. After all, this human and one of his female companions were security personnel.
“Always thinking with you stomach, Thomas. How about you buddy up to the Captain, so that we do not get kicked off this boat? Hmm?” said the smaller female, later identified as Samantha or “Sam” for ease. "Small" being used only in comparison because she did not have the bulk of her clanmates. She must be the medical officer. H'roll'ah was worried that she would be distant from her clanmates but her body language suggested extreme comfort and trust, above what H'roll'ah felt for his own clanmates of different castes. The third human, Laura if the captain remembered correctly, remained silent but was constantly looking around, as if expecting an attack at any moment, not that strange considering all that H'roll'ah had hear about Earth.
“Well then, please tell me what times that the three of you eat, and I will prepare food for you then. Also, please tell me any dietary restrictions you have so that you do not have any medical incidents,” Khralhen said, realizing that the humans could be bribed with food as easily as a Con'valix could be bribed with fruits.
(3 Months Later)
Captain H'roll'ah was surprised at how well the humans worked together. He thought that they might exceed standard human operating efficiency by 10%, but regularly they were 20-25% better than the reported average. They barely needed to vocalize to communicate, and they were able to remember each other’s needs and the needs of the crew extremely well. Captain H'roll'ah decided to ask them how they did it, and if it was a clan trait, where he could hire more humans of clan “Walker.”
“Thomas clan Walker, do you have a few minutes to talk about personal matters?” The captain asked, assuming that Thomas would, since he was off shift and relaxing in the lounge.
“Sure thing, hoss. What can I do for you? And I hope this isn’t about my or Laura’s tattoo’s, because we had to settle a bet on that a few days ago,” Thomas answered easily. He was a bit flippant for the captain’s taste, but his results were impeccable and the other humans followed his lead, which spoke volumes for the man.
“I was hoping that you could explain how you and your clanmates have achieved such a high efficiency rate. You perform well above average, even for clanmates who grew up together.”
“Clanmates? Oh, that’s right! Sam mentioned that your species, and most species on this ship raise their young in a group setting and the kids hatch from eggs, right?”
“That is correct, and please do not remind me that human females carry their young in their bodies like a parasite. The last time Sam explained that, it was enough to make all of us wonder how humans have managed to reproduce at all.” H'roll'ah still shuddered when he thought of it, and Khralhen wasn’t able to cook for 3 days after Sam had explained human reproduction.
“Fair enough, I think we reproduce more by accident that anything else, but yeah. Me, Laura, and Sam are not clanmates like you think,” Thomas chuckled and shook his head, “We are siblings.”
“I do not know this word,” H'roll'ah answered uneasily. In his experience, an unknown term from a human meant that something painful, gross, horrifying, or all 3 was about to be revealed.
“Sam could explain it better, and having Laura here only seems fair…” Thomas trailed off as he reached for his comm. "Hey, brats (again with the casual disrespect), can you both get up to the lounge? Captain wants to know about siblings.“ H'roll'ah was always surprised that Thomas clan Walker could be disrespectful when asking for others to do something.
“Sure, be right up,” Sam responded. She was likely a floor up in the medical facilities and wanted to take a break.
“Grrhhrhhgg.” Laura clan Walker had been sleeping, then, and did not want to come.
“Thanks, ladies, you can both explain family better than me.” Now the captain was worried again because there was a second new word being bandied around.
“So, captain, a family unit for humans is very small compared to yours of Ensign Khralhen’s,” Sam explained, “A family is usually made up of the mother and/or father or a surrogate who has assumed that role and the children. It usually numbers no more than 4-7 individuals.”
“But…But…how do you grow or develop? And to place all that burden on only one or two adults, how do they do anything else?” spluttered K'roll'ah. He was shocked to find out that humans in the region called ‘America’ did not have an open community.
“Well, children who share 1 or both parents are called “siblings”, and they develop together. The adults are called “parents”, and yeah, there is a definite loss of freedom involved.“
“So then, you three are…siblings?” H'roll'ah asked.
“Yes, Thomas is the oldest, and Laura is the youngest, with me in the middle,” answered Sam, “and our father bailed on us after Laura was 3 years old, so Tom became the ‘man of the house’ at 7 years old.”
THAT explained Thomas clan Walker’s attitude! Captain H'roll'ah realized that Thomas clan Walker had been in a command position and not had a commander from a young age!
“So that is why you both follow him? He is the new leader”
“Kind of, he is just the best at leading. He knows what to do and does it well.” Laura answered, which was rare; she was the most quiet of the three.
“And the reason for your peak efficiency?” Captain H'roll'ah asked, determined to get an answer to his question.
“Well, we have known each other all our lives and spent most of those lives in close proximity to each other. We just understand each other from the long familiarity and exposure.”
“Ah, the same way a pilot becomes better from being on the same ship, just with a person instead.”
“Exactly! And if you are interested in hiring others we are familiar with, we have some cousins, children of our parents’ siblings, who we know very well and want to get into space.”
“Then I will look them up, thank you for answering my questions."
Humans were a strange species. Instead of focusing on a large community, they developed close bonds with only a few people who share familial ties with them. Captain H'roll'ah did hire the 'cousins’ and they worked out very well. The human guidebook was updated to notify captains that humans sharing close blood ties have the potential to perform at higher than normal efficiency.
Now somebody write a story about a captain hiring siblings who hate/cannot stand each other!