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Folks, it’s not talent.  

  • It’s years and years of training in multiple fields.
  • It’s the dance classes that made us sweat.
  • It’s the voice lessons that made us cry.
  • It’s the tech rehearsals that exhausted us.
  • It’s rejection after rejection after rejection.
  • It’s hours and hours on that stage, always striving for the best.
  • It’s endless passion.  
  • It’s taking harsh criticism, struggling to not take it personally, and using it to fuel your progress.
  • It’s not letting somebody’s judgment of you slow your stride.
  • It’s questioning whether you’re good enough constantly.
  • It’s never ever giving up on yourself.  
  • It’s constantly wondering if this is the right career.
  • It’s feeling like we’re not making progress, but still striving every day to be better.
  • It’s facing every obstacle head on, no matter how daunting, and fighting to clear every hurdle.
  • It’s being told by almost everybody you know that your career path is not a viable option.
  • It’s dealing with endless stereotypes that you can never seem to fight off.
  • It’s committing to following your dream, no matter what that path may bring.
  • It’s staying curious, and always seeking to learn more, no matter where we are in our training.

So no, talent doesn’t get us where we are.  Don’t discount your hard work.   Don’t discount how much you’ve devoted to your craft.

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anonymous asked:

I really respect your opinion and love your blog. I'm having a hard time understanding Sam's likes of MM's tweets and IG's when he never has before. Funnily enough Cait seems to be commenting more on HIS IG. The whole thing to me is v confusing. Is the liking of MM's tweets supposed to keep up some kind of narrative? The rugby pic clearly showed to me ppl love them together. Plus, I can't see a relationship with MM surviving after all things recently. V confused. Would ❤ yr thoughts. TY!

Thanks anon!
The liking of MM’s tweets actually fits very well with what we have been seeing recently from Sam and Cait. Ever since they left LA- even as soon as the Seattle fan con- they abruptly changed the narrative back to the self reported one of Sam and Cait as a couple. It’s the one that always seems most natural for them and predominates whenever they are not in LA. The fact that this narrative is self reported by both of them in their own words and actions on their own social media makes it a very hard one to discount. In fact the latest attempt to do so backfired rather badly when the press who reported on the rugby selfie of the two of them were saying on one hand how cuddly and happy they were together- which was really the only comment that could be made by anyone who saw that pic-and then awkwardly inserting what was obviously hand fed spin info about how Sam and some other girl called MM were “red carpet official”- which is not true at all as no red carpets were walked together at the cocktail party that both attended during Oscars week. Actually there is only an interior photo op that featured MM and Sam in a pic standing together, and then Sam included her in one of his photo ops with the party sponsors.
That someone is trying to make sketchy evidence from two pics taken from one party into a grand romance makes it all the more apparent that someone who is trying to support the Sam MM narrative doth protest this cuddly Sam Cait selfie overmuch, methinks! And that makes me trust what I, and almost 86 thousand other people, see in that selfie all the more!

So what do Sam’s latest likes of MM’s posts, or her likes of his, have to do with it?
If you look at what it is that Sam is liking, it is “keeping it professional” stuff that is being rewarded with likes. Her about to go running/arrow pointing north post got a like for a comment about “a step in the right direction” probably for her choice to post about exercise and encouraging other to do so. His other like was for a post that made it abundantly clear that she was traveling in the Pacific Northwest and was not inviting innuendo about her possibly being in SA by leaving her current location unknown.
In return MM has been liking Sam’s fitness and Barbour posts- both of which are professional topics.
It’s strictly business- and MM’s likes are mirroring Sam’s friend Amy Shiel’s likes which further support the “friends” scenario.

But Sam and Cait are definitely upping their “together” game in their recent interactions- probably in answer to the upping of the Sam and MM game during Oscars week in LA. In fact Sam and Cait started this even before they left LA with Sam’s making quite clear that he was spending his days and evenings with his old crowd of friends and with his friend Valbo who was also visiting LA at the time. By Sam’s own words there would not be much time left over for the romance that was being hinted at by the “official” narrative. Then they were very couply looking at the Seattle fan con and not a whiff of MM to be seen even though that is her “home turf”. Once they got to SA we have got pics of Sam and Cait at drinks and rugby and shopping together. They presented a united front with a retweet of an anti bullying message. And now Cait has taken to commenting on Sam’s posts, putting herself into the conversation between Sam and his fans that these posts represent. The same way a wife or partner would feel comfortable inserting themselves into a spouse’s conversation at a party.

So the way I see it the likes from Sam are actually in service of his and Cait’s “together” narrative. Those likes are in keeping with the sort of interaction that two friends or acquaintances might have. And these stand in contrast to what Sam and Cait are showing with their posts and comments on each other’s social media- a pattern that says they are more than friends to each other. A pattern that has been consistent with them for almost four years now.

anonymous asked:

oH I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING ABOUT THE SPHYNX BULLSHIT so yeah her liking weird riddles but also cold hard facts doesnt add up right?? im not saying that its okay rick did that bs because it is weird BUT i have an idea that makes actual sense???? like annabeth and pretty much Every Demigod Ever have adhd and because of that it mightve been weird for annabeth to meet The Sphynx and it not have all the riddles and stuff because like, its different from what she expected??? you feel me????

it does make sense if you think (which i do and i think is pretty hard to discount, it’s practically explicit canon and her whole characterization hinges on it) that annabeth hates change. she does not like things to deviate from history, or how she was told they would be. the sphinx’s riddle is consistent with this.

i think she gets deep and withdrawn about rapidly changing events, which she can’t predict or control. stuff like the chinese handcuffs…are less of a character inconsistency and more just rick needing a way to give her the idea.

why is everyone so salty about Lana? she isn’t going to beat Naomi at MITB.. but they’ve given her a singles match at MITB to establish her character and make her debut memorable rather than shoving her into the MITB ladder match which has enough participants/personalities anyways.. the aim is (as with most debuts) to make her stand out - which is why she has a high profile singles match (and she won’t win the title, she 100% won’t cos it’s only her first match)

look, I’m ten times more of a Naomi fan than I am a Lana fan but Lana’s been working as hard as anyone else on nxt, she trains just as hard as anyone else.. no, she shouldn’t beat Naomi for the title but she’s not likely to?? why do you people have to adamantly hate on one woman just to show your support for the others? they all support each other so why bother hating on someone when all she’s done so far is debut and get a match?

you guys realise Lana’s been trying to get on TV since Summerslam last year? and she’s been training for 1+ years now? (i know Naomi’s been working hard for longer but that doesn’t discount Lana’s hard work) i for one am happy she debuted finally and she drew some chants from the crowd, and I’m happy she gets to share the ring with Naomi who is more experienced and who can teach her so much. Yes I know I always say you can hate whoever you want (and Lana is meant to be heel anyways) but honestly? cut her some slack.. she hasn’t even won the women’s title (and she won’t any time soon) yet some people are acting like the whole world ended just cos she debuted

relationship headcanons//nagito komaeda

Phew, okay, so, this piece of writing is probably the most I’ve written in a single day, aha. Still, I wanted to get it done because it’s part one of three presents for the lovely @kanikii​, who’s been so kind to me since I’ve started this blog. :’) Plus, I’ve kind of wanted to do relationship headcanons for a while, since they’re such good ways to word spill all my thoughts on a character.

Enough about me, though. Hopefully the first of these relationship headcanons are in character and enjoyable to read. I’ve also got one for Hinata in the works, though I plan on doing everyone at some stage depending on who gets requested and whatnot. :>


More than anything, a relationship with Komaeda will require patience. He’s not used to this, not when his entire life has been reduced to waiting for the next phase of his luck cycle, not when anything good is soured by the idea that there’s something terrible waiting. It means that he’s entirely resigned to his fate, to the idea of being alone because it’s better for everyone. Everyone excluding himself, of course, but that doesn’t even cross his mind because of his self-esteem.

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Fic: Somatic [Kima/Allura | T | 2500 words]

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Early in her adventuring days, all Allura wants to do is find one of Emon’s less scrupulous back-alley dealers of rare and magical literary works and engage in a bit of necessary-evil skulduggery. Instead, she’s got a shining beacon of Bahamut’s glory stuck to her like a particularly virtuous limpet.


“This isn’t exactly necessary, you know,” Allura says, pausing to lean against a wall and dig a pebble from her boot. Amazing, that such a small thing can still be such an irritation. Given the amount she’s been walking lately, she’s amazed her foot isn’t one big callus by now.

Kima waits, slinging her maul over one shoulder, and squints suspiciously at a young elf walking past them and up towards the busy thoroughfare. “It’s fine,” she says, and doesn’t take her eyes off him until he’s out of sight.

Allura sighs, lingering over the act of refastening her boot. They’ve two days to kill while Drake books them passage across the Ozmit Sea, and she’d honestly been looking forward to sneaking off and finding a quiet library somewhere to do a bit of reading. Or, well, finding one of Emon’s less scrupulous back-alley dealers of rare and magical literary works and engaging in a bit of necessary-evil skulduggery.

Instead, she’s got a shining beacon of Bahamut’s glory stuck to her like a particularly virtuous limpet.

Kima glances over. “You need help with that or what?”

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The guy who has that shop in the Hissing Wastes must have been a Ferelden. Just saying. Who else would leave their Mabari behind to take care of the shop (and make change no less!) to do some quick errands?

When You See A Service Dog You Should: 

A.) Scream, “What a cute dog!” And immediately start petting the dog. 

B.) Start up a conversation with the handler about their dog, asking for the dogs name and what the dog is trained to do. 

C.) Say, “Oh, what a sweet pup. I know you’re working and so I can’t pet you, even though I really want to.”

 D.) Do nothing, ignore the dog, ignore the handler, go about your day.

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An Open Letter To Parents


As your child’s teacher, I spend a lot of time with your child. Believe it or not, I begin to know your child, and their strengths and weaknesses. I learn their likes and dislikes, their goals and fears.

I form a relationship with your child over the course of the school year. I think of my students as my “kids.” I get to see them grow so much over such a short period of time, learning new concepts, developing social skills and peer relationships, and growing into a greater person. I put all of who I am into helping your child grow, knowing fully well that when the school year is over, I may never see them again.

I love teaching your child. There isn’t anything in the world I would trade for being able to be a formative part of your child’s life.

However, you often treat me as something far less important. It is true that there are exceptions to this, but often you treat us like babysitters or the hired help, negating the education and practical experiences we have needed to find ourselves educating your child. You discount my hard work, and take it for granted.

You see me everyday as you drop off and pick up your child, yet never say hello. You never ask how the day went. You never ask what your child learned. You assume that the educational process includes only the student and the teacher, when in reality it includes the parent as well. You get mad when I occasionally act more like a parent, then get upset when I act as only teachers.

You assume that since I get Summer’s off, that I don’t make up that time throughout the school year. You don’t see the amount of planning that I do at home. The amount of grading done on my kitchen table. The amount of my salary that go towards buying supplies for my classroom so that I can better teach your child.

I am underpaid, overworked, and under appreciated. But I still put forth my best effort to help your child grow and learn. I didn’t choose this profession for the money, or for the appreciation. I chose it to help form the future. But that doesn’t mean I don’t deserve better.

Say hello to me. Be involved in your child’s education. Volunteer if you can. Come to school plays, musicals, and festivals. Thank me when I deserve it. Treat me like a professional instead of a babysitters. Realize you aren’t the only one who knows something about your child. Understand that sometimes you will be wrong. Realize that sometimes I make mistakes.

Treat me with respect and dignity, the same respect and dignity I grant to your child when they enter our classroom.


Your child’s teacher



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Alors, déjà, il faut vous représenter un hard discount régional qui comporte en tout et pour tout trois rayons. Placé juste à côté d'un Carrefour qui semble géant et qui pourtant n'est même pas un hyper

Je vais souvent aussi faire mes courses là bas, quand je suis trop en chien de thunes, alors que concrètement j'en ai pas pour beaucoup moins cher depuis qu'ils ont mis des marques dedans. Mais ça me donne l'impression de faire attention, vu que je n'ai strictement aucun choix dans les produits. 

Aujourd'hui 16h45. Il reste au moins 6 places sur le parking de 20. C'est byzance. Je me gare presque où je veux, à savoir sur le petit îlot du milieu, proche de la porte et proche de la sortie, optimisation du temps de trajet au top, je me sens l'âme d'un Hitler marchant sur les Ardennes sur son éléphant. 

Je rentre dans ce merveilleux petit commerce de proximité, j'ai devant moi 3 caisses dont au meilleur des jours d'affluence deux sont ouvertes. Et les barrières d'entrée. Et les paniers de courses. Je prends un panier l'air supérieur de la meuf qui sait très bien ce qu'elle fait, et j'avance sur les promotions d'objets pire que mal faits et totalement inutiles, genre un émulsifiant de lait. Allons bon. Emulsifiant. De. Lait. Nique sa race, je passe mon chemin. 

Premier rayon : alcool. Je ne crois franchement pas que ça soit un hasard. Par rapport aux deux couples de pochetrons finis qui débattent de l'utilité de prendre un cubi de rouge quand on peut avoir trois bouteilles de rosé pamplemousse pour le même prix. Ils me font mal. Physiquement. Je décide alors de couper court à ce parasitage bruital, et j'attrape une bouteille de vodka de contrefaçon sous leurs yeux admiratifs avant d'aller en sautillant vers le fond du rayon : bonbons chocolats gâteaux gras. 

Je me fie aux conseils de la diététicienne et prends donc 4 tablettes de chocolat parce que c'est mieux que des pitchs. (????? Enfin passons, je la paye pour me dire comment l'ado doit vivre sa vie, qui suis-je pour la contredire ?)

Je contrebraque ( parce que je connais ce mot super bien, moi) sur le rayon qui commence par : bouffe pour chien et chats, et qui se termine par : produits ménager, en passant par : saucissons, légumes et produits d'hygiène. C'est un peu foufou cette profusion de trucs alors qu'il y a 12 produits dans le rayon. On se dit que c'est chaleureux. Mais c'est un leurre. C'est slovaque. 

Braquage violent à droite pour aller sur ma gauche à : fruits et légumes, je prends des kiwis, parce que la vitamine C c'est important, surtout quand on fume. ( c'est pas moi qui fume, c'est l'ado). 

A ma droite : croutons soupes huiles, puis pâtes et gâteaux tout prêts et sucre. A gauche au fond on passe aux surgelés. J'empile le sucre, une poelée campagnarde et des gratins aux pommes de terre, tout en sachant que le sucre ne gardera pas tout ça au frais, mais j'ai une bonne nature optimiste, au moins la poelée gardera le sucre au frais. 

Demi-tour gauche pour atteindre les yaourts, fromages, beurre, crème fraiche, frais en général, je prends de la bonne viande hachée à dcr j-2, parce que je vis dangereusement et que c'est largement moins cher. Et puis j'ai soudain envie de me faire des boulettes de viande, à moins que ça ne soit le petit qui m'ait donné l'idée mais qu'importe, vu que c'est moi qui l'ai fabriqué, son idée, c'est mon idée. Et fuck les rageux. 

Soudain, j'aperçois les caisses. 

Non je déconne, en fait, d'où qu'on se place dans le magasin, on les voit. 

Je choisis celle de gauche, la seule ouverte, donc. J'attends patiemment que le vieux couple de devant avec ses 34 tickets de réductions en tout genre passent leurs 138 euros de courses du mois pour jeter d'un air préoccupé mon panier sur le tapis roulant. 64,32 euros. Un panier. 

Heureusement que la caissière est toujours souriante, elle me reconnaît, me donne du bonjour madame. On se sent comme à la maison. 

Je paye rubis sur l'ongle. L'air d'une reine. Je repars triomphante non sans jeter un oeil sur les poufs à 29,90 à l'entrée, et puis non en fait je décide que ça ira pour aujourd'hui. Point trop n'en faut. 

Notation totalement objective : 7/10 parce que je le vaux bien. 

Iz here with your daily salt content:

“Popular writers don’t work hard!”

“The write like one thing and it gets huge overnight!”

“They don’t know what it’s like to get like 10 kudos!!”

“Or no comments!”

Long story short, if the point of this post isn’t clear: It’s fine to be upset about your work’s reception, and it’s more than fine to be disappointed with the lack of comments a fandom leaves, but it is not fine to take a writer who has had more luck than you, and claim they haven’t worked hard to be where they are now. You discount hard work. Years of it actually.  And that isn’t cool. 

anonymous asked:

What makes Harry so special to you? I totally get it but can you put it into words?

ok i tried like twelve different times and no matter how i phrased this it sounded melodramatic and annoying, so skjdhfjsh whatever!!! harry is at least 90% of the reason i…keep going? in my very very worst times when i haven’t been able to find a good enough reason to Keep Going for myself, he’s been the reason i’ve managed to force myself through it. and in my very best times when i’ve been doing Well he’s always made them that much better, yk? he just makes me really, really, realy fucking happy. like so!!!! unbelievably and overwhelmingly happy. he makes me want to do and be better. honestly this is true for 1d as a whole bc they were all incredibly instrumental in dragging me out of a rly dark period i was in when i first landed in this fandom but, for as much as i don’t actually know him, i always felt a v special and strong connection to harry that only got stronger as i stuck around and i can’t say w/certainty that i’d still be here w/out him? idk i don’t like to give other people credit for me like…still being alive bc i know it’s not good to discount how hard i’ve worked to overcome things, but he’s been such a huge crutch for me. like yk those lift chairs old ppl use when they have trouble standing up on their own? they probably would’ve been able to do it on their own eventually and they still struggle and stumble a bit even with the chair, but the chair makes it easier and makes them feel a little safer and more stable? in a shocking analogy i genuinely never thought i would make, harru’s been my lift chair.