i never know how to end these things

Dear F

You will be gone for 6 months, who knows if I will even see you when you come back. I really do not know how I will bare to go weeks on end not seeing you, when your face and your voice was one of the only things that  has kept me going and that has made me instantly happy. Oh if only you knew how insanely happy your presence has made me. The universe split us up for a year, a year in which I was so sure I would never see you again, but the universe decided that it was not time for us to disconnect just yet and I am so glad that I have had the opportunity to have had you in my life again.

If I never see you again, know that your existence means so much to me even if we cannot exist in each others immediate proximity.

Forever, M

Okay, guys. So my lights are off and I’m in bed mobile blogging and my leg is hanging off my bed. I did not hear my dog walk in and HIS NOSE JUST RUBBED AGAINST MY FOOT AND I AM NOT EXAGGERATING WHEN I SAY I JUMP SO BAD THAT I KICKED HIM IN THE FACE. It is 3:30 in the morning. HE COULD HAVE BEEN A MONSTER UNDER MY BED OR SOMETHING. I’m going to sleep. This is what happens when I stay up past my bed time.

It’s weird being with someone for so long that you think you’re gonna be with them for the rest of your life, only to ultimately have it not work out. You think you’re never gonna find anyone that knows you like they did ever again. It seems like you’ll always feel a sense of heartbreak. But then someone new steps into your life and it’s insane how you start to open up your heart once again. I know a lot of people have felt the effects of heartbreak and I just want you to know that it doesn’t suck forever. It might seem like it’s never ending but it does fade eventually. The hurt and sadness you feel will only make you a stronger person. Instead of focusing on a rebound or reminiscing on the crippled past, choose to focus on yourself. Do things that make you happy, lean heavily on good friends, and learn to love yourself on your own without having to rely on someone else to remind you of your worth. I promise one day you’ll wake up and your heart won’t feel as heavy.

10 Things I Learned Directing My First Feature Film - By Ari Bach

As many of you know, production recently finished on my first feature film, Jealous Gods. It was quite an educational experience. Here are a few of the most important lessons I learned while shooting the project:

  1. Movies are all about sight and sound, the image and the audio track. Focus on expressing these senses rather than how your scenes smell, feel or taste, as those may not come across in the theater.
  2. Nudity is almost never necessary. Though you may think it’s critical for a scene to tell the story or justify a character trait, I found by the end that I was able to direct all these things while wearing at least pants.
  3. Blocking or choreographing the action is critical during rehearsals. Had we rehearsed the lead actor’s movements for the train track scene in rehearsal he might still be alive today.
  4. Movie sets are just that- Sets. The toilets in them do not work even if they appear to be filled with water. Be sure your cast and crew know this as well.
  5. Always maintain a professional atmosphere on set. Things can quickly degenerate into laughter or horseplay, and you may not be able to regain control before your gaffer sticks his penis in the wind machine. Again…
  6. Be sure to tell the owners of any locations you use when you are starting to shoot and what you will be shooting, especially if you are shooting an improvised murder scene that you’ve cast their children in.
  7. If you have a chase scene or car crash in your movie, use a devoted “crash car” instead of the truck containing the sensitive camera equipment, several actors and the ice sculpture prop.
  8. When shooting a scene where a character eats, don’t make them eat an entire meal in every take, or if you must have them eat entire meals, give them a long bathroom break before the bear hug scene.
  9. If you choose to save money by recording over your old footage, wait until you’ve transferred the original footage onto a computer first. If you fail to do this, lie to the cast and crew about why they must reshoot.
  10. Never let ambitious crew members usurp your place as director. You must assert your position early on to maintain respect. For instance, the first time the cinematographer made a suggestion, I hit him quickly and harshly with my director’s 2x4. Once he was down on the floor, I administered a few harsh kicks to his side, followed by a resolute curb-stomping and taser to the eyes. Thus the crew is certain to respect my authority when I am released from prison in 2096 to continue the shoot.

In every studyblr advice, they always tell you to write notes, but most of the time they never tell you how, so here’s how to do, properly.


First things first - you can’t write notes as you go along

It doesn’t work, it might save time because you only have to read through it once. But unfortunately, that’s not how you do it.

You’ll end up copying the textbook word for word and then not know what they mean because it’s simply a bullet-pointed version of sentences from your textbook. Trust me, I’ve been there too. 

Here’s what you do 

1. You read through one paragraph 

Make sure you at least understand what it’s saying, this is very important for the 2nd step. Search up any words and phrases you don’t understand

2. You form ONE sentence that summarises the entire paragraph 

Yes, one sentence, no this is not a mistake, you can summarise a paragraph with a sentence. If you have to, summarise it in two, but it’s good to be strict on this.

Let’s take this paragraph from the 1960s-70s American Feminist Movement Article for example

In 1960, the world of American women was limited in almost every respect, from family life to the workplace. A woman was expected to follow one path: to marry in her early 20s, start a family quickly, and devote her life to homemaking. As one woman at the time put it, “The female doesn’t really expect a lot from life. She’s here as someone’s keeper — her husband’s or her children’s.” As such, wives bore the full load of housekeeping and child care, spending an average of 55 hours a week on domestic chores. They were legally subject to their husbands via "head and master laws,” and they had no legal right to any of their husbands’ earnings or property, aside from a limited right to “proper support”; husbands, however, would control their wives’ property and earnings. If the marriage deteriorated, divorce was difficult to obtain, as “no-fault” divorce was not an option, forcing women to prove wrongdoing on the part of their husbands in order to get divorced.

This entire paragraph can be condensed to

  • Women were controlled, restricted and dependent on men - their role was predetermined.

3. Then add detail with bullet points under it

  • Women were controlled, restricted and dependent on men. Their role was predetermined 
    • 1960s America, women were limited in the workplace and family
    • “The female doesn’t expect a lot from life. She’s here as someone’s keeper — her husband’s or her children's” 
    • Legally subjected to their husbands via “head and master laws”, no legal right to property
    • etc.

If you have any questions, ask or message me privately

Happy studying and good luck!

cafe-etudiante

ok so i just realized

you know how Xehanort has the whole “kingly” symbolism going for him, presumably the parallel to Sora’s king symbolism? (the “medieval/knight” theme of BBS, his armor, his usurping Ansem the Wise, now ruling the Castle that Never Was, his lion-themed Keyblade [yes, it’s a lion, not a goat, it was confirmed a long time ago], the list goes on)

WELL I JUST REALIZED

that all four Land of Departure wielders

aka the pawns he used and threw away according to his needs

are each, at some point, subjugated by him

to the point that they kneel before him.

i’m just

To Wade (LordMinion777)

In all of the time I have watched Wade’s channel, I had never actually watched his Draw My Life video. I was intrigued and ended up with some tears at the end of it. I had also re watched Episode 9 of Drunk Minecraft where Wade met Molly before I watched the DML and I had absolutely no idea that was how they met. It’s so cute and I just wanted to quickly say that Wade, I’m so happy that things are coming around. I know you made that video in 2013 but I’m happy that you and Molly are happy and that you are at a place in your life where you enjoy doing what you’re doing.

Meeting at you PAX East was pretty surreal for me. For one I was surprised that you were so tall! I was a shrimp compared to you!! And seeing you with Molly made me smile cause you two are so like perfect for each other. I was very awkward talking to you guys and i’m sorry about that haha.

I’ve been a fan of yours since December of 2013 Wade and I plan to stay being a fan of yours for more years to come. Your videos really bring my spirits up when i’m having a rough day and I thank you for that. Alot of scary things have been occurring lately and its relieving to have that escape from all the stress and drama watching you, Mark, Jack, and Bob. Its seriously changed my life.

So I’m gonna end my EXTREMELY LONG note with saying I wish a wonderful future for you Wade. It was a pleasure meeting you this year. You best know Haley is gonna cheer for you getting to 1 Million!

Have a good day, Wade :)

- Haley D

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anonymous asked:

This is maybe stupid question but, in the books Sansa said The courtesy is lady's armour, what did she meant by that? What does the quote mean?

Sansa felt that she ought to say something. What was it that Septa Mordane used to tell her? A lady’s armor is courtesy, that was it. She donned her armor and said, “I’m sorry my lady mother took you captive, my lord.”

It’s a mix of politeness, formal compliance to feudal etiquette, and knowing exactly what’s the proper thing to say and how to say it all the time so that you will never embarrass yourself with awkward silences, nor end up saying things that could be used against you. Septa Mordane taught Sansa her courtesies to prepare her for being a lady and a queen. She couldn’t know that Sansa would be forced to use her teachings to shield herself from constant abuse, to keep her captors satisfied with her or at least not offer them her flank so they could take advantage of whatever inappropriate thing she’d say to beat and humiliate her. (it doesn’t always work, as Joffrey is really unpredictable in his sadism, and often hurts Sansa even though she has done nothing to provoke his anger. But that’s what abusers do.) 

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“How can you expect them to love you for who you are when you’re not being your true self?”

Click thru the individual images so it makes sense sequentially. I’m not really a comic artist. I’m more familiar with film storyboard stuff, so that’s how I drew it. More babble under the cut.

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okay so basically i want to talk for a mo about how maybe grantaire’s most important character trait and definitely his most egregious character flaw is his easy willingness to give up??

i do want to say that this is absolutely unrelated to his merit as a literary character the fact that he gives up a lot is not even remotely important to his general purpose, which is as a mouthpiece for hugo’s un-pretty opinions imo/to provoke thought.  but it is p evident from his part in canon.

piece of evidence no.1 le barriere du maine need i say more altho tbh that could also be just lack of giving a shit which brings me to piece of evidence no.2 grantaire has given up on humanity’s ability to change he has given up on the world he has given up on bettering himself

this is a gigantic character flaw because he’s entirely willing and likely to abandon anything he’s doing halfway through.  this is why he has such a wide range of talents and why he’s not BRILLIANT at any of them, he doesn’t stick with them.  he gives up the second he stops seeing himself get better/it stops giving him anything.  this is why i find it hard to read fic where grantaire’s a recovering alcoholic very seriously–i know we all like a good redemption story, but the fact is that (at least how i read/write him) grantaire would never make it past the first few days of sobriety.

alcohol withdrawal feels like hell.  there is no earthly way he would manage to force himself through feeling like hell for that long, he’d start getting nauseous or achy or god forbid he get to the hallucination stage and then he’d just quit he’d literally give up on giving up he doesn’t have the willpower to make himself do things that are that unpleasant.

this isn’t to say he’s a pushover?  because that’s different.  he’s stubborn as hell.  but when it comes to making himself do things, he sucks.  he’s not dedicated.  he’s not focused.  he basically breaks under any sort of pressure really.

so um

flaws!!

‘There once was’….
No. Stop. It doesn’t work like that, it never does. It isn’t a fairytale where it all ends happily ever after.
It’s a complicated mess of games and feelings. No one knows how it’s going to end, we can only guess.
Even God’s judgement is easier to deal with than yours. The worse thing is, even as that runs through your head, I know what your thinking.
The battle between impressing you and not trying to impress you is a constant struggle that leaves the wasteland of my mind further torn and scorched like a post-war scene. The lifeless remains of ideals, strewn across the battleground that is the plan I had for us.
Now I only see confusion and worry that the damage that lay waste to us, is far beyond redemption.
The tower of trust we once worked towards, now torn, crumbling, a derelict, unstable structure, standing only by some miracle as the last cinders glow dimly, waiting to go out.
The feelings are the last to fade, somehow surviving until the bitter end. Shell-shocked remnants of love and understanding stagger through the dusty, barren space, searching for one last chance, one last hope.
Maybe, just maybe something can be salvaged…
So no. It’s not a fairytale, it’s more of a matter of survival.
Just never sure how long and how it ends….
—  G D-B @wildbefiled

you know what sometimes drives me crazy? the fact that there are so many stories that i will never know the ending to.

For example: this morning when my roommate and i were working out, a man on one of those rented bikes rode up and asked us how to get to the airport.

it’s a tuesday morning. 9:30am. he is in a full suit and only has a tiny, leather briefcase with him. he is riding a rented bike only like 3 miles from the airport but doesn’t know how to get there.

he doesn’t seem to be in a rush at all. he actually seems to be in an almost giddy mood. he doesn’t get annoyed when we argue between ourselves which way is the fastest to get there, just nods and smiles when we settle on “go back the way you came, turn right at this sign, then turn right again.” does not seem alarmed by how vague these directions are. does not ask any clarifying questions. does not seem concerned when we tell him it is kind of hilly on the way.

just smiles, thanks us, and rides off. 

(slowly. because it is a rented bike and they are big and bulky.)

and i just… i hate that i don’t get to know the ending of the story! like, why are you going to the airport? why don’t you have luggage? why are you so calm and happy? are you delivering something for someone? are you not concerned that you are going to be late and their flight will have boarded? are you not worried that if you are picking someone up you are going to be all sweaty? why would you pick someone up only to take a cab with them? seriously, dude, why are you going to the airport like this?

we basically decided that he was a corporate drone who worked in the city and that everyday, he looked at those rental bikes and sighed a little bit before going into his office. we decided that, today, he looked over and realized it was a beautiful 80 degrees out and perfectly sunny and he also realized he had not got to enjoy a single day of summer so far because he was trapped in a cubicle. we decided that today, he looked up at that office building and decided he couldn’t do it and said “fuck it” and rented one of those goddamn bikes and just headed off to find the airport. we decided that he was going to just ride up, abandon the bike (because there is no rental stop at the airport) and buy a ticket to somewhere else. we decided that that man was basically in the first fifteen minutes of completely changing his life and going on an adventure

but, still, i’ll never get to know for sure and that bums me out.

Here are the things I want for you

I want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in your presence.

I want you to know how happy you once made me and though you really did hurt me, in the end, I was better for it. I don’t know if what we had was love, but if it wasn’t, I hope to never fall in love. Because of you, I know I am too fragile to bear it.

I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.

Finally, I want you to know how sorry I am for pushing you away when I had only meant to bring you closer. And if I ever felt like home to you, it was because you were safe with me. - I want you to know that most of all.

Lang Leav, Lullabies

Just a few of the reasons I love you as much now as I did back then…

You know how to handle me. When I’m sad, you cheer me up and when I’m angry, you find a way to calm me down.
I always enjoy our time together and I never want it to end. It doesn’t matter to me where we go or what we do as long as I get to spend time with you.
Oddly enough, I like how you push my buttons. You know what to do or say to get to me and I find that amusing because you do it playfully.
You always teach me things. I like how you tell me about cars and the Zulu wars and life in general.
I also like that you’re so different from me. You’re spontaneous, adventurous, and strong, all qualities I find attractive.
Sometimes I think you need me as much as I need you.

Yall can’t tell me nothing about  Z, Day, or Big Meech

Especially for new Big Brother fans! Like yall do realize this game is about lying and using people to get you to the end.

All my girls got to do is start winning comps then they are in power. Their social games are A-1. Day def learned her lesson and have improved soooo much from her last season. Z knows how to work her way into a conversation. And Meech isnt on anyones radar what so ever! 

And I have never seen someone on Big Brother get hated on for the smallest things but yet every time Z or Day open their mouth someone threatening they family back home! Like Tiff and Nat stans are annoying af with “omg they’re so mean.” Watch past BB seasons, then come back.

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Can you make an isaac smut where the reader and him hate each other but they guys end up living together in college? And then one night, the reader and him argue about something stupid but things get heated later? thanks :)

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Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Word count: 1056 words

Warnings: oral smut( reader receiving)

a/n: i didnt know if you wanted smut or not but it happened. i hope you enjoy! :-)


You were never entirely sure how you had ended up here. Stepping into your shared apartment, you shut the door behind you. You rolled your eyes at the mess that was everywhere. You dumped your bag on the kitchen counter and got to work tidying up the place.

Over an hour later and it was mostly clean. You just had a few dishes left to do and then wipe down the counters. Isaac entered the apartment, and let out a low whistle.

“Cheers for cleaning this up,” he said, grabbing the carton of orange juice out of the fridge. You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything. “Cat got your tongue?” He asked, drinking straight from the carton.

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There once was’….
No. Stop. It doesn’t work like that, it never does. It isn’t a fairytale where it all ends happily ever after.
It’s a complicated mess of games and feelings. No one knows how it’s going to end, we can only guess.
Even God’s judgement is easier to deal with than yours. The worse thing is, even as that runs through your head, I know what your thinking.
The battle between impressing you and not trying to impress you is a constant struggle that leaves the wasteland of my mind further torn and scorched like a post-war scene. The lifeless remains of ideals, strewn across the battleground that is the plan I had for us.
Now I only see confusion and worry that the damage that lay waste to us, is far beyond redemption.
The tower of trust we once worked towards, now torn, crumbling, a derelict, unstable structure, standing only by some miracle as the last cinders glow dimly, waiting to go out.
The feelings are the last to fade, somehow surviving until the bitter end. Shell-shocked remnants of love and understanding stagger through the dusty, barren space, searching for one last chance, one last hope.
Maybe, just maybe something can be salvaged…
So no. It’s not a fairytale, it’s more of a matter of survival.
Just never sure how long and how it ends….

At this point I found peace at the end of that bottle and my sanity with every next puff, “you know I think it’s easier to destroy something you love than to watch it leave,” I let out a little chuckle, I was doing everything I could to try and justify how it all ended.

She nodded her head and lifted her eyebrows for a sharp second, “but who said they were ever leaving?”

She grabbed the bottle from me and I just stared into the empty air, didn’t matter how much alcohol I consumed or how many hits I took, it was never enough to make me forget about you even just for a quick second.

“No one had to say it, it’s a given - you should know by now that people don’t stick around. The second they see their way out, they hit the ground running. They leave when things get difficult, it’s just easier,” I closed my eyes to stop the tears from rolling down, “I guess if you destroy something, at least you left your mark. At least you know at some point, you had them, that they were yours. People will do anything to feel needed, to feel wanted, even if it means hurting the one who calms you in the middle of the night when you feel like your world is deteriorating slowly and surely. I think that’s why people do it, they rather watch someone burn in hell to save themselves, it’s quite fucked actually,” she just laughed but her laugh began to demolish when she realized it was true, the fact that people will do anything to save themselves, even if it means hurting the ones they promised the world to.

It all started to play in the back of my mind like a movie from the very first time that I ever laid eyes on you. I remember everything, even the moments where I pretended to forget or act dumb as if I didn’t know anything; but trust me, I knew. I remember your walk, your hands in your pockets with your thumbs sticking out. The way your arm wrapped perfectly all the way around me, or me falling asleep and digging my head into your chest. I remember that look you gave me, the very first time I ever said your name, it all became easier for you after that didn’t it? It burned to think about that, the way you used to look at me, it burned more than that whiskey falling down my throat. I remember the day you asked me if I thought you were going to leave because I had written something about that - but I just looked down, smiled, and shrugged because I couldn’t talk about it, the thought killed me. And I remember exactly how it all ended, because that’s the thing, it never really did. I guess one day you just woke up and decided that I wasn’t worth it anymore, maybe I never was and you just had some free time on your hands. But whatever it is, I hope you learn to love the next one better; because who knows, maybe she’s better for you than me, maybe you won’t destroy her like you did me, maybe she’s what you need.

—  c.f. // “I don’t know, just don’t do what you did to me again; that’s how you ruin things"

Omg I can’t believe how cute Bea and Allie were when they were out and about around the prison. Holding hands, watching clouds, writing their names on the wall and drawing a heart around it. Bea is in love for the first time and getting to do all those things that she never got to do when she was younger.

Who didn’t guess that Bea was gonna cry the first time she came?? These two are gonna be the death of me I stg. Yes yes yes I know the ep did not end on a happy note, but with Bea almost dying in ep 8 and Allie getting hot shotted…these two are surviving into season 5. 

  • what she says:I'm fine.
  • what she means:The Stan twins don't have a good relationship,and people believe it was worth the five month wait but honestly the entire relationship was mediocre. The science project literally could have been resolved easily if the characters just fucking talked to one another, and Stanford just abandons his brother for that? Ugh. The Stan Twins were way too unequal, as they are in the rest of the season, and it never gets resolved. Instead anything that was introduced in AToTS as a problem was never really resolved, and the fact that Stan had to sacrifice himself in the end for Ford to realize how much he misses his brother says a lot about their relationship and Ford's character. That's another thing, I don't really love Ford. Lord knows I don't hate him, but his character really wasn't around that much for me to care for him, and he really barely interacted with the entire family. In fact, his entire character felt like a cautionary tale for Dipper instead of an individual personality. His forgiveness was vaguely heartwarming in the finale, but at the same time the unequal dynamic the Stan twins share was literally never resolved. Stan always relied and loved his brother, and Stanford sorta relied on him but definitely not in the same way. Stuff like that should be resolved, but it wasn't, and instead we got a pandering shot of them on a boat. The finale would have been more heartwarming if Stan had realized how closely he brushed memory loss and demanded that Ford treated him with respect, maybe then Stan O' War wouldn't have felt so cheap.