i lost my mind

anonymous asked:

Do you see queerbaiting in BBC Sherlock? I've been following tjlc for a year but now looking at your blog I think I lost perspective on things. :/

Queerbating? No, not to my mind. I mean they DID make the major baddie campy queer. I could see the argument that this choice is problematic. 

Misogyny? Absolutely. Oh look! Ghost!Mary’s crawled out of the fridge!

Does the show have romantic Johnlock undertones? Imo it used to- very much so. That changed a) as the makers changed and b) as Mofftiss (and Ben and Martin) became increasingly not only aware of tjlc but also inundated constantly with demands to discuss (or react to) Johnlock porn or to make Johnlock canon.

YMMV.

My coworker was talking about some repair job on her car costing $250, and my super privileged boss goes, “Time to get a new car maybe?”

And I lost my mind.

Gee why didn’t we know we could just buy new cars whenever we wanted?

Phoenix Ashes

If you had told little heartbroken and lost Eeebs 3 years ago that I would move to NYC, become a chaplain, and fall 18-27%* in love in Toronto I would never have believed you. I would have been VERY confused.

Since then I have learned to be open and go where I feel directed. My reality has become something I could never have imagined.

*I try to be rational but it jumps up to 27% when he sings, hugs me, or his eyes sparkle in my general direction. These happen so often in person.**

**but we live in separate cities and soon opposite coasts. this will pass i am just in shock. I haven’t totally lost my mind.

anonymous asked:

“It will get better.”

QUESTIONS/COMMENTS TO BE SENT ANONYMOUSLY! - (( Thanks, you three! ))

“It will get better.”

“No, it won’t.”

His response was curt, as if he’d heard the exact phrase before, or at least something akin to it. Slowly, Crane rose from his desk, gazing out of his warehouse hideout’s windows and into the night, where certainly a Bat was stalking some other rogue.

“They always say it gets worse before it gets better, yet it seems I live in a downward spiral. I can get gratification and understanding through my work with fear, but Gotham itself doesn’t understand my desire to study and spread that which rules us all. Now, when I’m not working, I’m stashed in the very asylum that once employed me, where people like to say I’ve lost my mind, that I need help, that no sane man does what I do… That I am stuck in the past, that everything I do is an attempt to escape from the past.” Crane scoffed, reaching behind him to snatch up a familiar lump of burlap, feeling the rough fabric against his fingers. “Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter. They can pretend to understand the pain and emptiness I feel, just as I can pretend to listen to my former colleagues. If dividing my time between research, dealing, and escaping is what I must do for the rest of my life, then so be it - it is a fate I can accept. In my search to feel whole, I have found it is the closest I can ever get.”

The mask was donned, for the Scarecrow was preparing to exit his hideout and find some unsuspecting victim to spirit away. Still, he paused, blue eyes glancing back at the concerned stranger. “You’re right about one thing, though: I’m not alone. There are people in my life whom I care for, and who return the sentiment… They, too, fill the void, and put some of the pieces back in place. But, even the purest of love from an adoptive family, or a partner, or a dear friend cannot entirely fix what is broken, for there is still one piece missing - a piece that they took from me. My classmates brutally tore it from my poor soul and flesh, and my grandmother, instead of trying to get it back and return it to me, kept it for herself, and locked it away with the creatures she sent after me whenever I wasn’t her model grandson. Now, that missing piece is decayed and shriveled, and if I am to find an appropriate substitute - if I am to finally fill the gap, and keep them away from me, stop them from haunting my dreams and the corners of my eyes - I must turn to that which destroyed that piece, and destroyed me, in the first place: fear.”

Crane approached the masked visitor, then. “Now do you understand? Even when I have others by my side, it isn’t going to get better unless I take my fate into my own hands. The ones I love, and who love me, can only do so much before I must be the one to seek out the final missing piece, instead of putting the hunt on my loved ones’ shoulders.” Crane smiled warmly, then, and it did not reach his eyes - all that could be seen through the mask was an empty, icy gaze.

“So, if you want me to get help… If you really want me to get better… Why don’t you help me? Tell me what you see - tell me all about your fears.” A twitch of his fingers led to the trick up his sleeve being deployed, and fear gas flooded the kind stranger’s vision and lungs. “Breathe deeply, now… The more you inhale, the sooner I get better. And isn’t that what we all want?”

Have you ever wanted to erase the past so badly that you’d be okay with losing your memory altogether?
—  another-broken-hello

anonymous asked:

I mean Cowell must have been a bit naffed off at losing control of his life time's work SYCO right, and for such a low price? We've seen individual artists get a bigger deal than that, it's less than a one tour gross revenue total for 1D too. Would his bitterness cause him to punish those he felt helped his empire fall? People who wouldn't re-sign perhaps?

Oh, yeah. I think that’s very possible.

Basically, Simon owned a lemon tree grove and started a lemonade stand. He did OK with it, so Big Lemonade came to him and said, “We think you have some potentially great trees in your grove. We’ll give you some more money so you can make even more, and better, lemonade. Just give us a cut of your profits in proportion to what we invested. ” Simon took their money, signed a 5-year deal, and went to town making lemonade. Along the way he found that one of his trees was a magic lemon tree that gave him the bestest lemons ever. He sold a lot of lemonade. Simon and Big Lemonade were happy. Five years are about up so Simon and Big Lemonade get together to plan their next deal. Simon thinks the magic lemon tree is going to get him a much better deal. He’ll make so much money. But, the magic lemon tree had something to say about that. “Hey, Simon,” say the magic lemon tree, “YOU TOOK TOO MANY LEMONS. I AM TIRED. YOU SQUEEZED TOO MUCH. I WON’T GIVE YOU ANY MORE LEMONS. I’M GONNA GIVE MY LEMONS TO SOMEONE ELSE.” “Oh, no,” Simon thinks. Big Lemonade isn’t going to like this. So, Simon tells Big Lemonade that he’s going to lose the magic lemon tree soon. Big Lemonade is FURIOUS. Not only do they not give Simon a better deal, they decide Simon shouldn’t be running the lemonade stand at all anymore. There are other potentially magic trees in the grove that Simon owns and they don’t want him to squeeze another one so badly that it goes to another owner. [imagine lemon trees can move] So, they buy most of Simon’s grove and his lemonade stand for less money than it’s really worth, because Simon knows no one else if going to give him a better deal now that he pissed off the magic lemon tree. They let him still work at the stand because it’ll be really nice to blame him for the lemon tree that’s running away. Meanwhile, Simon isn’t happy. He’s very angry. He’s especially angry at the magic lemon tree. So, HE TRIES TO CHOP IT DOWN.

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Meryl Streep’s Acceptance Speech for her Cecil B. DeMille Award in the Golden Globes

Please sit down. Thank you. I love you all. You’ll have to forgive me. I’ve lost my voice in screaming and lamentation this weekend. And I have lost my mind sometime earlier this year, so I have to read.

Thank you, Hollywood Foreign Press. Just to pick up on what Hugh Laurie said: You and all of us in this room really belong to the most vilified segments in American society right now. Think about it: Hollywood, foreigners and the press.

But who are we, and what is Hollywood anyway? It’s just a bunch of people from other places. I was born and raised and educated in the public schools of New Jersey. Viola was born in a sharecropper’s cabin in South Carolina, came up in Central Falls, Rhode Island; Sarah Paulson was born in Florida, raised by a single mom in Brooklyn. Sarah Jessica Parker was one of seven or eight kids in Ohio. Amy Adams was born in Vicenza, Italy. And Natalie Portman was born in Jerusalem. Where are their birth certificates? And the beautiful Ruth Negga was born in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, raised in London — no, in Ireland I do believe, and she’s here nominated for playing a girl in small-town Virginia.

Ryan Gosling, like all of the nicest people, is Canadian, and Dev Patel was born in Kenya, raised in London, and is here playing an Indian raised in Tasmania. So Hollywood is crawling with outsiders and foreigners. And if we kick them all out you’ll have nothing to watch but football and mixed martial arts, which are not the arts.

They gave me three seconds to say this, so: An actor’s only job is to enter the lives of people who are different from us, and let you feel what that feels like. And there were many, many, many powerful performances this year that did exactly that. Breathtaking, compassionate work.

But there was one performance this year that stunned me. It sank its hooks in my heart. Not because it was good; there was nothing good about it. But it was effective and it did its job. It made its intended audience laugh, and show their teeth. It was that moment when the person asking to sit in the most respected seat in our country imitated a disabled reporter. Someone he outranked in privilege, power and the capacity to fight back. It kind of broke my heart when I saw it, and I still can’t get it out of my head, because it wasn’t in a movie. It was real life. And this instinct to humiliate, when it’s modeled by someone in the public platform, by someone powerful, it filters down into everybody’s life, because it kinda gives permission for other people to do the same thing. Disrespect invites disrespect, violence incites violence. And when the powerful use their position to bully others we all lose. O.K., go on with it.

O.K., this brings me to the press. We need the principled press to hold power to account, to call him on the carpet for every outrage. That’s why our founders enshrined the press and its freedoms in the Constitution. So I only ask the famously well-heeled Hollywood Foreign Press and all of us in our community to join me in supporting the Committee to Protect Journalists, because we’re gonna need them going forward, and they’ll need us to safeguard the truth.

One more thing: Once, when I was standing around on the set one day, whining about something — you know we were gonna work through supper or the long hours or whatever, Tommy Lee Jones said to me, “Isn’t it such a privilege, Meryl, just to be an actor?” Yeah, it is, and we have to remind each other of the privilege and the responsibility of the act of empathy. We should all be proud of the work Hollywood honors here tonight.

As my friend, the dear departed Princess Leia, said to me once, take your broken heart, make it into art.

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I love Meryl Streep even more now, somehow.

Transcript:

“I love you all. You’ll have to forgive me. I’ve lost my voice in screaming and lamentation this weekend. And I have lost my mind sometime earlier this year. So I have to read. Thank you, Hollywood Foreign Press [Association]. Just to pick up on what Hugh Laurie said, you and all of us in this room, really, belong to the most vilified segments in American society right now. Think about it. Hollywood, foreigners, and the press. But who are we? And, you know, what is Hollywood anyway? It’s just a bunch of people from other places. I was born and raised and created in the public schools of New Jersey. Viola [Davis] was born in a sharecropper’s cabin in South Carolina, grew up in Central Falls, Long Island. Sarah Paulson was raised by a single mom in Brooklyn. Sarah Jessica Parker was one of seven or eight kids from Ohio. Amy Adams was born in Italy. Natalie Portman was born in Jerusalem. Where are their birth certificates? And the beautiful Ruth Negga was born in Ethiopia, raised in— no, in Ireland, I do believe. And she’s here, nominated for playing a small town girl from Virginia. Ryan Gosling, like all the nicest people, is Canadian. And Dev Patel was born in Kenya, raised in London, is here for playing an Indian raised in Tasmania. Hollywood is crawling with outsiders and foreigners. If you kick ‘em all out, you’ll have nothing to watch but football and mixed martial arts, which are not the arts.

They gave me three seconds to say this. An actor’s only job is to enter the lives of people who are different from us and let you feel what that feels like. And there were many, many, many powerful performances this year that did exactly that — breathtaking, passionate work. There was one performance this year that stunned me. It sank its hooks in my heart — not because it was good. There was nothing good about it. But it was effective and it did its job. It made its intended audience laugh and show their teeth. It was that moment when the person asking to sit in the most respected seat in our country imitated a disabled reporter, someone he outranked in privilege, power, and the capacity to fight back. It kind of broke my heart when I saw it. I still can’t get it out of my head because it wasn’t in a movie. It was real life. And this instinct to humiliate, when it’s modeled by someone in the public platform, by someone powerful, it filters down into everybody’s life, because it kind of gives permission for other people to do the same thing. Disrespect invites disrespect. Violence incites violence. And when the powerful use their position to bully others, we all lose.

This brings me to the press. We need the principled press to hold power to account, to call them on the carpet for every outrage. That’s why our founders enshrined the press and its freedoms in our constitution. So I only ask the famously well-heeled Hollywood Foreign Press and all of us in our community to join me in supporting the committee to protect journalists. Because we’re going to need them going forward. And they’ll need us to safeguard the truth.

One more thing: Once, when I was standing around on the set one day whining about something, we were going to work through supper, or the long hours or whatever, Tommy Lee Jones said to me, “Isn’t it such a privilege, Meryl, just to be an actor?” Yeah, it is. And we have to remind each other of the privilege and the responsibility of the act of empathy. We should all be very proud of the work Hollywood honors here tonight. As my friend, the dear departed Princess Leia said to me once, “Take your broken heart, make it into art.” Thank you.”

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And just like that, I lost you.
—  April 11, 2016
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Rebelcaptain Regency AU: Cassian Andor goes undercover in an attempt to find Galen Erso, who has been captured by Napoleon’s spies in England. He is tasked with finding Erso’s daughter, Jyn, in order to get an in with her distant relatives, who have ties to France and may know of Erso’s location. But he discovers that in this game of chess, she is not a pawn but a queen.