A short note to anyone that might be going through a tough time right now:
I guess this is just a short open letter, or note (really), to say that you aren’t alone. That even if it feels that way right now, out there, someone cares about you: even if you can’t see them, or hear them, or feel them, right now there is someone in the world that cares that you exist, and that you are alive, happy and well.
Even if you haven’t met them yet, even if you never will meet them, they care that you are okay, that you see many more sunrises and that you stop feeling the hurt that is in your heart.
And if the prospect of not knowing who that person is too abstract or too far away from you right now then I tell you this: I care, I care that you exist, and that you are happy and well. I care that you are able to be yourself and that you don’t need to live your life in fear. I care that you hold on until tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that, and the tomorrow after that.
When I’m in my worst places sometimes it’s knowing that there is one person out there that might want or believe that I can keep going that makes all the difference.
Maybe other people will reblog this and you’ll know that there is more than one person that feels this way about you. Maybe no-one else will see this or will reblog this but you. I hope my words are enough, at least until your night is over and you can finally see the sun.
I see you and I love you, and I hope you are okay.
I’ve been super into the electro swing genre lately (I blame @kaxpha for playing bomb music in their art streams) so I wrote this little blurb of a fic. Enjoy!
Lance had most definitely had better days.
Not only had been woken up by a surprise training drill by Allura, but he had barely slept a wink anyway thanks to some not so friendly dreams due to his spike of homesickness as of late.
He sat on the couch in the main lounge, sighing as he scrolled through his cellphone, a reflex that he had yet to have broken. There obviously was no cellphone reception in space. But, fortunately, Pidge had brought her phone charger with her in the backpack she carried when this entire crazy adventure started, so at least Lance could look at the pictures. Him at the Garrison with Hunk and Pidge, him at the beach in his hometown, his mom, his siblings, his family.
❝ you may leave school, but school never leaves you. ❞
❝ things don’t change. we change. ❞
❝ do you know who i am? ❞
❝ i’m gonna tell her that i love her. ❞ ❝ you have some jalapeno sauce here , next to this jar of eyeballs. ❞ ❝ talk to me , i’m fluent in genius. ❞
❝ and this is why i cook alone. ❞
❝ so when do we get to drink the wine? ❞
❝ don’t answer a question with a question! ❞
❝ you’re see beauty in everything and everyone no matter where you go. ❞
❝ you’re on speaker , so behave. ❞ ❝ or what? you’ll spank me? ❞
❝ you know i love you , right? ❞
❝ i know what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind. ❞
❝ i’ve got a glock levelled at your croch. ❞
❝ i need to know that i can be human. ❞
❝ you’re afraid you’ve let people down? ❞
❝ that’s the sweetest and saddest thing i’ve ever heard. ❞
❝ i think deep down , we’re all capable of unspeakable things. ❞
❝ there are things we don’t want to happen but have to accept. ❞
❝ we save one life , we save the world. ❞
❝ can you imagine my mom in a mule? ❞
❝ everybody wants to go to heaven , but nobody wants to die. ❞ ❝ right now , what’s my worst quality? ❞
❝ just keep it clean and don’t call me honey. ❞
❝ sexy accent , badge and gun. just your type. ❞
❝ if you want to be mad at someone , be mad at me. ❞
❝ people need to know that they’re important. ❞ ❝ what , did you join a boyband? ❞
❝ hey , wanna read? i always read when i’m anxious. ❞ ❝ i didn’t know you were a bad flyer. ❞ ❝ sit down and shut up. ❞
❝ i like knocking. ❞
❝ you know what? i’m done being nice. ❞
❝ do not make me hurt you. ❞
❝ now i have that memory burned in my mind for the rest of my life. ❞
❝ hey , what’s with you? you need a hug or something? ❞
❝ no , i understand. i just don’t care. ❞
I know prompts are closed and I feel bad about asking this but my girlfriend just broke up with me because she doesn't have enough time in her life for me so could you maybe write something about Maggie feeling like Alex doesn't have time for her and Alex comforts her? I just need someone to have a happy ending that I didn't get. But if you don't have time don't worry about writing it.
It’s always the other way around.
She’s always the one accused of putting work ahead of the
relationship, always accused of not caring enough – even though she bends over
backwards, every day, every night, every moment in between, to be as
affectionate as she can be, to be as thoughtful as she can be, even when she’s
exhausted, even when she’s a nervous wreck, even when god this really has to
get done, but she needs to know she means something to me – but now?
Now that she’s dating a secret agent with a superhero for a
Now, she thinks she knows a little bit what it feels like.
And she understands, she does. She truly, truly does.
Because their jobs are so different, but they’re also so the same.
So when Alex’s workplace is on lockdown and she misses their
first concert together, she gets it.
And when Alex gives her a quick kiss and a grimace and a
promise to make it up to her and sprints to the DEO in the middle of dinner at
one of the fanciest restaurants in the city because Kara – well, Supergirl –
needs something that only Alex can give, she understands.
And when Alex leaves early – so early the sun isn’t even up
yet – and Maggie wakes up to a cold, empty bed, she’s not angry.
(Especially because Alex leaves the sweetest notes: You’re
so beautiful while you sleep, princess, I didn’t want to disturb you; I can’t
wait to see you tonight, beautiful; Thank you for an amazing, amazing,
mind-blowing night (I always thought that was an exaggeration. Thank you for
proving my hypothesis wrong, Detective); There’s coffee and a dry double-toasted
bagel (gross) on the table for you, beautiful.)
So it’s not Alex. Truly, it’s not.
It’s the ghosts of everyone else – everyone else who’s left
her, everyone else who’s done everything in their power to prove she isn’t
worth anyone’s time, anyone’s effort, anyone’s real love – that seep into her
head, her heart, and twist her stomach into knots.
So when Alex comes home – three hours later than she’d said
she would – and kicks off her boots and pulls Maggie into a soft kiss, Maggie
She melts, but she’s also fighting tears, fighting fear,
fighting the terror that Alex only wants her when it’s convenient, that Alex
only wants her because it’s convenient, that Alex only wants her when
Alex wants her, and nothing more.
Alex feels it, feels her stiffen at the same time as she
melts, and she runs her hands down Maggie’s arms until she’s holding her hands,
and she pulls away from their kiss and she looks down with concerned eyes and a
Maggie steps back automatically. “Nothing, I – you guys get
that last weapon back in containment?”
“Yeah, we did, Winn and I had to – no, Maggie, no.
“Nothing’s wrong, Alex, it – I – ”
Alex’s stare is fixed, but her eyes aren’t angry. They’re
worried, and more than a little tired, and guilt digs into Maggie’s veins.
“I’m sorry. Nothing’s wrong, Danvers. Did you eat dinner?”
“Danvers. Did you eat dinner?”
Maggie’s back is to her, now, and Alex watches as her
shoulders stiffen, as her hands open and close, as her left hand rises to her
chin, then falls and rubs nervously up and down her own thigh.
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to spend time with
Whatever Alex is expecting to hear, it isn’t that. “Like I
have to – what?”
Maggie whirls around, and her eyes are calm on the surface,
but raging just beneath, terrified just beneath, and Alex’s heart threatens to
“You just got off a – what – sixteen hour shift? After
yesterday’s twelve? You should be able to rest when you come home, not
listen to your girlfriend….”
Alex shakes her head and furrows her brow and steps forward
tentatively, stopping just short of touching Maggie. “Listen to my girlfriend
“You know what, Danvers, it doesn’t matter, I – if you didn’t
eat, I made you that pesto pasta stuff you like, there’s leftovers in the
fridge, I’m going to bed – ”
“Maggie. Are you angry that I didn’t come home on time?”
“No. No, I’m not angry, I’m not, I just… I don’t want
to take up more of your time, Danvers. You’re only human, even though you don’t
treat yourself like one. You run yourself into the ground at work, for Kara,
and that’s… that’s what I love about you, Alex, but I don’t want to be… a distraction,
or an annoyance, I don’t want you to feel like you have to come home and
entertain me, like you’re obligated to spend time with me when you’re tired or
you just want to be alone or – ”
“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Alone time’s important. But I go
for my runs, and you do your heavy bag, and I think we’ve been pretty decent at
carving out other separate time. Your outings with James, mine with Winn, and
with Kara, your video games sessions with Winn… But if you think we need to get
better at that, Maggie, that’s okay – I didn’t have to come over tonight, I
just thought – ”
“Right, exactly, you thought I needed you to, and I don’t want
to put that burden on you, Alex.”
“Can I touch you?”
“Can I touch you? Would you like it if I touched you? I want
to hold you. If you want to be held.”
Maggie blinks down tears and nods defiantly, and Alex wraps
her up in her arms and kisses her forehead.
“Maggie, you are never a burden. I love spending time with
you. I love coming home to you. And yeah, okay, I don’t have the most spare
time in the world, but the spare time that I do have, Maggie? The spare time
that I’ve created for myself since I met you? And no, stop, please, don’t
apologize – I love it, Maggie. Because I love… I love you, and carving
out time for you, for us? That’s part of carving out time for me.
Because you make me so happy, Mags. I never could have imagined being as happy
as I am with you, I… you’re never a burden, Maggie. I don’t care how many hours
I work, or how demanding both of our jobs are. Loving you, Maggie Sawyer, will
never be anything but an honor and a joy. I promise.”
“Even when I get all whiny and insecure like a twelve year
“Even when you get all self-deprecating and have legitimate
trauma from being abandoned so often and need some understandable reassurance,
I know that I kind of already talked about this in my overrated first year advice post but I seriously want to put this message out there again.
You do not need to get all As on every assignment for every class.
I don’t even know how that would be possible, without putting yourself under unbelievable amounts of stress.
I see these posts specifically targeted at high school students, which is even more problematic in my mind. High school should not be a time when you study for hours every day without doing much else. High school isn’t all about resume building, but also about having fun and making friends and good memories. There are a few reasons that I specifically think this idea is bad:
Universities don’t necessarily require you to have all As. A lot of universities don’t even look at your grades until certain years, or only look at certain classes. If you’re in grade 9, you should focus on building study skills while having fun, rather than living to make all As. Also, showing that you got a bad mark in grade 11 and then bumped it up to a much better one in grade 12 looks great on an application just as much as all As does.
If you are aiming for extremely prestigious schools, you need more than grades. If making straight As is your goal because you want to go to Harvard, you also need to have some extra-curriculars and other things on your resume. I don’t know how many stories I’ve read over the years of people who had a 4.0 and didn’t get in because all they did was school, while others will a 3.5 got in based on their amazing resume.
Telling students that they should not settle for anything less than an A tells them that studying needs to be their top priority always. When I was in high school (even grade 9), one of my main priorities was work. Other people want to focus on sports, that they probably won’t be able to play in university. Some people need to focus on hobbies that cultivate their mind and make them happy, rather than putting so much pressure to get all As. I think it is a very privileged viewpoint, in a way, to say that school needs to come before anything else. Only certain people can afford to think that way.
If you settle for nothing less than all As in high school, university might hit you like a ton of bricks. I don’t know very many people who got all As in their first semester of uni. I don’t know anyone who got all As on all of their assignments. I know some people who didn’t get a single A. At my school, when you hand in an essay, an A means it is perfect and has absolutely no flaws to speak of, so your chances of getting an A are no so high in first year. I had on TA who refused to give out As on any assignment. If your assignment was perfect, you got an 80, which is a B.
Very literally, a C is average. It is the middle of the range of marks you can get. A is not average.
I am in no way telling high school students or students in general that they shouldn’t strive for good marks. Or that they shouldn’t consider their education as a gift, and work hard for it. And I understand that for some kids, their parents tell them that they need to get all As and are under immense pressure at home to do so. But telling people that anything less than an A is unacceptable and that their top priority in life should be making straight As all the time, to no end? I do not support that.
Had a woman go off on a transgender(MTF)co-worker of mine where she called her a "tranny cunt" and went on about how transgender people are destroying out country. I give mad props to my co-worker since she really didn't react, she just treated the woman like a regular customer(which only seemed to piss her off more)but still, that's fucked up.
Funny, I don’t see transgender folks running around stealing education, food, and healthcare from those that need it in this country while screaming pro life and Jesus.
Also, your coworker needs to start a yoga or meditation studio to teach her ways of not giving a fuck. That is some next level shit right there. I’d have a restraining order and possibly a lawsuit on my hands along with a two year sentence if that were me. -Abby