i was at the fair all day

I used to love that “hurr durr thomas edison was a witch and technology is scary” reaction, because it seemed to capture a fear and willful ignorance from older generations, determined not to see good in new technologies. 

I’ve grown to hate it because throwing out that phrase now immediately shuts down conversations on here. Underneath a post that may have fair points about the detriments of the world’s current use of technology will be the “hurr durr” phrase and a bunch of comments angrily arguing that technology is essential for various reasons. Some of those reasons are good! Current technology provides options and access to those with disabilities, it unites friends and family who are geographically far apart, it facilitates storage and retrieval of information with unprecedented and breathtaking ease. All good things! 

I work at a college. It’s a fairly regular experience for students to walk into me while they’re looking at cell phones. It’s almost a game - you see them walking toward you, and you wait to see if they ever notice you. I’ve started loudly saying “Excuse me” - sometimes they might look up and swerve, but usually not. Almost everyone who works here has experienced that. Faculty and staff both report students unable to carry on conversations without looking at their phones. Students can’t seem to stop texting in class, in the theatre, during on-campus jobs, even in disciplinary meetings. 

Look at airports, public transportation stations, cafeterias, a sidewalk - at some point, you will see wave after wave of people staring at their phones. (Interestingly, airports are also where I see the most number of people reading books.) Go to a concert, and see the sheer number of tiny screens recording the event. I do the same thing - it’s great to have videos and pictures of events! I do wonder if my constant drive to film and take pictures takes away from the experience. Do I feel that something is less real, less mine if I don’t capture it? Why is that? Should I continue enabling that?

It’s not that cell phones or current technology are inherently bad; techne means tool, so these devices can be used for any number of positive or negative ends and intentions. There can be demonstrably negative effects of technology overuse, such as lower retention of information read on screens, as well as revolutionary levels of access and interaction with resources for those with disabilities, for scholars, for those embarrassed to ask other people for help, for those in low income areas, for those who are simply curious. 

When people articulate frustration, mockery, or fear of cell phones and the like, I think what those people see is an inability not to use these tools. Sure, some people are ignorant about these issues and loudly mock anyone they see using a cell phone. That is obviously wrong. Adding “lmao hurr durr fire is scary and thomas edison is a witch” can be just as dismissive and ignorant, and avoids the opportunity for honest self-reflection about how you use technology. 

anonymous asked:

Would you want Bruce to mentor/adopt another kid or do you think he's got more than enough children running around the manor?

Originally posted by realitytvgifs

The day all of the already existing characters get enough screen-time (panel-time?) and a fair amount of good accurate portrayal in intriguing comics with good writers and artists that could satisfy the fans is the day they can give Bruce more kids to take under his wing.

The only exception to that would be if the new member was more if a friend to the family rather than a member of it (Think Kate Kane/Batwoman) or maybe if they belonged to a minority group then I would let it slide for the sake of representation but honestly even then that wouldn’t be an excuse really because the Batfamily already have people from minority groups who are either white-washed and do not have their heritage acknowledged (Damian Wayne) or are always left out and are rarely included or mentioned (Cassandra & Duke) so instead of adding another kid to the pile then maybe they should focus on the ones they already have because there are A LOT of things that needs to be fixed.

And AFTER they are done, THEN they can introduce newer characters :)

anonymous asked:

I'm thinking Cait meant that she'll be at the main Vanity Fair Oscar party, the day of the actual Oscars. That's one of the biggest Oscar parties every year, so good for her if she's going to that! Interesting that tonight's Vanity Fair party has the Lionsgate connection though.

There are Vanity Fair parties almost every night this week. So there’s no way to know for certain which one she will attend. I would assume it’s tonight since the Oscar Wilde Awards are tomorrow and then at some point this break needs to end and they’ll head to South Africa to film. At this rate I’m no longer wondering why we’ll have to wait until September for season 3.

For those who are interested, here are all the Oscar events this week.

EDIT: Since I’m having the worst blonde day. Yes, she could attend since they still have to go to ECCC. So I guess she could go to any of the Vanity Fair parties.

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(There's Simply Not) A More Congenial Spot - lady_ragnell - Les Misérables - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
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Enjolras isn’t excited about spending the day at a Renaissance Faire, but he meets a knight who might change his mind about that.

Les Mis, E/R, 1.5k, rated G, written for @caststone, who tumblr apparently does not want to tag for me!

Positivity Week Day 2: How have Mark/Séan/Felix helped you?

@pewdie
@markiplier
@therealjacksepticeye

Oh dear God. You might as well asked me to write an autobiography that’s about 200 pages long. This post won’t be THAT long at all but it’ll probably get lengthy so here we go.
Let’s start by saying my life has been one long rollercoaster. I have been through my fair share of abuse, neglect, rejection, broken families (yes plural. It happened three times) till it got me to the point where I developed depression and anxiety, and was living with my biological father and his new fiance after he and my stepmom split up. He basically ripped me away from her and my half siblings. It was 2012 and I was absolutely heartbroken, lost and just done with life.
I remember going to my friend’s house one day and she asked me if I ever watched YouTube and I told her to be honest that I didn’t. I knew what it was obviously but back then I thought the premise was kinda mainstream and cliquey. I guess that’s how I described it. I was never one to want fit into the “crowd” but she was really excited to show me this YouTuber she discovered so I decided to try to be supportive and take a chance. I’m glad I did.
She told me his name was PewDiePie and I thought the name was kinda ridiculous to be honest. But then she pulled up a PewDiePie horror montage, and my God. That had to be the hardest I’d laughed in months. We sat there for a solid 3 hours watching PewDiePie videos and montages. And I remember going home thinking, ‘I think I may have found something to make me laugh. And I did. I watched Felix all the time. Whenever I had a rotten day he never failed to make me smile. Whenever I just felt like an absolute worthless piece of trash, I knew he would give me some hope. And his channel opened up a whole world for me. It made me curious to see what else was on YouTube. CinemaSins, Mr. Creepypasta, The Fine Brothers, Swoozie, and so many more.
I had enough motivation to get my first job at a Chick-fil-A and get away from a negative home life for a few hours. In the hot summer of 2013, after school I’d walk to and from work every single day. I’d often lie about my work schedule if it was later in the evening and go into Chick-fil-A early directly after school and use the free Wi-Fi to my YouTube bingeing advantage.
And then a good co-worker friend of mine and I were chatting one day and I told her about PewDiePie and she responded that he was cool but she liked Markiplier better.
My response was “Who?”
To which she said “You’ve never watched Markiplier?!”
And that started my exploration of Mark’s channel. Now if I’m being brutally honest, I watched Five Nights of Freddie’s first and while the video was good and funny, I didn’t find myself as invested in Mark as I was in Felix at first. I still watched Mark every now and then for shits and giggles but I was still solely focused on Felix and the channels I already had. And then the unthinkable happened. Near the end of 2013 me and my dad’s new ‘family’ ended moving across town.
It was too far to walk to work and I had no car or license. Because of this I began to lose a reliable source of transportation to school and work. My dad’s fiance resented me and refused to drive and my dad worked long hours and would get drunk when he got home and be following his girlfriend around everywhere. He took her side on everything.
So naturally my escape at work was fading. I refused to quit Chick-fil-A because they became my family.
To find a ride I’d often take a cab to and from work and school everyday. 40$ just for one day of only work or more if there was school that day. Because of this I had no leftover money for my phone bill and and I had no computer so YouTube kinda vanished from my life.
Eventually things got out of hand and I was miserable. In the spring of 2014 My dad’s fiance and he got into a lot of arguments about me and it was 'suggested’ I leave and go live with my grandmother.
So I did. My grandmother started taking me to work and school, both my grandparents taught me how to drive and as a high school graduation present I got my licence and my very first car.
Now you’d think after all that I’d be thrilled and I was for a while until my past started to catch up to me, I realized my dad didn’t care about me anymore, my birthmother never had, and I was super lonely. Again I fell into a deep depression and I actually became suicidal at one point. I was 18 and was admitted to a mental hospital after confiding into a friend that I was having suicidal thoughts. It sucked there. There was no treatment, no therapy. Just a lot of sitting and waiting. Now please don’t be afraid to ask for help you guys because I can assure you that not ALL places are like that.
After 5 days I got out and my grandparents were oblivious. This was in August of 2014 and I tried to talk to them about it. “Depression is a choice. Just stop thinking so negatively” they’d say.
It was about this time that I remembered Youtube. I went back and tried to watch Felix again but he had changed a lot. I think part of me didn’t want to give him a chance because I still longed for the joy the old Felix had given me so I kinda wrote him and YouTube off for a long long time.
It wasn’t until September of 2015 when I went back and watched Felix again and prior to that it had been the darkest time of my life. At this point I was dealing with my pain in a very unhealthy physical way.
But he was playing this game called Legend of The Brofist and I remember thinking how cool it was that he had his own game. And then Mark Cameoed in it.
Now shortly after I watched Felix’s video, Daniel Kyre committed suicide and Mark made the 'Losing a Friend’ video. After seeing Mark’s cameo, I went and watched that video and I started balling. I learned that Mark dyed his hair for charity, and that he actually seemed to understand that depression was a real illness. I think that might have been when I started getting back into Mark. And I also started to watch Felix again. They both made me laugh for a while and then Séan came into the picture.
One of Felix’s videos from Legend Of the Brofist had Séan cameo in it. I’d never heard of Jacksepticeye before. Of course you all know the first Jacksepticeye video I ever watched was Muddy Heights and it was like I went back to that day in 2012 when I couldn’t stop laughing.
I took me about two months before I started watching Séan regularly and when I discovered Undertale I subscribed and actually began to look for more content outside of the two vidoes he posted a day. Then I found his vlogs, his reading your comments videos, and finally the number one playlist that helped me, his 'Special Videos’ playlist.
Those videos made me feel like Séan was holding my hand through everything and telling me it was going to be OK. And frankly I needed that. He got it. He seemed to understand everything so well.
I began to watch all three of them all the time and I still do. More recently I’ve been watching more of Mark and going back and watching his older stuff as well as his improv stuff. Those are my favorite type of Mark’s videos. When he’s just dicking around with friends, it always brightens up my day. I look up to Mark highly. He taught me to smile and be who you want to be and at the end of the day we’re all people no matter where we come from.
I’m watching more of Felix as well especially this year and towards the end of last year. I’ve discovered he’s being his honest self now. He always makes me laugh. He’s one of the sweetest guys I watch. I’ll always have a shit ton of respect for Felix. Felix taught me to be crazy and silly and confident. To be myself. And love every bit of it.
And Séan? I watch him everyday. Sam decorates my room everywhere. Séan’s got a heart of gold. He’s got the humility of a warrior and the spirit of a child. And he grasped me out of that darkness and continues to make me happy everyday. He taught me to believe in myself. He taught me to find your passion and go 'hell for leather at it’ (quoting his happy new year video from JAN 2016 there haha) and he taught me one of the most important things, which is to never be ashamed for how I truly feel.
These three men might be goofballs. You can call them youtubers, you can call them gamers, you can call them whatever you please but I call them my family. My dearest friends. Because they have been here for me for the longest time. When I. Had. No one. And for that, I don’t know if I can ever thank them enough. Remember me mentioning my unhealthy habit? I’ve been clean for over a year.
I love them. All three of them. And that is how they have helped me.

anonymous asked:

Robert is going to think 12months is a massive miscarriage of justice! There will be a lawyer on the phone asap. To be fair, he has a point. I am guessing Aaron pleaded guilty so that should have reduced the sentence already and it started as defence even if it didn't end that way. And his mental health is not great!

I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the one who kick starts the appeal. 12 months is a long time especially when you look at how Kasim was totally fine the next day. It’s all been a load of crap

Please read (if you want ♡)

Ive been thinking about my blog and how far ive come its been around 4 years and i couldnt be more thankful with the amount of people following me. Not just that but for all the messages and anons i get and for all the support i get. For all the likes and reblogs on the pictures i post. To this day i still get happy when i get a new mutual or when a mutual likes or reblogs my things i dont know why😊 The point of this post is i think this blog is coming to an end either the theme of the blog or just the blog completely. If your confused what i mean is that i dont know if to change the whole blog completely and change it to an exo blog? But then i thought is that even fair because all my followers didnt follow me because of exo but because of the fashion i post. What do you think? Do you think its right to turn it into an exo blog or not?

I’m getting tired of posting fashion now saying this i still love fashion how can you not but i think its just got to the point where im just queueing all the time and not really paying much attension. Thats why i dont know if to change it to an exo blog or not? Im still deciding if i dont change it to an exo blog then im most likely going to leave it be (not deactivate) ill just be inactive on here.

I feel this actually a sort of big decision because this blog has been like 70% of my life 😂 sad to say tumblr what have you done to me!!! Ill update again soon to tell you my decision ♡

So this is a totally useless rant, but as a skinny girl, I’m getting extra, extra tired of fat-shaming.

I work for a corsetier at a Renaissance Faire. We sell corsets. Not flimsy bullshit costume corsets; like real, durable, waist-training corsets. Today a woman came in with her boyfriend, so I helped her pick out a corset and try it on. While her boyfriend—who was decidedly enthused about the whole corset thing—sat watching me lace her in, he told me, grinning, “Of all the good jobs at the Renaissance Faire, I think you have the best.”

I shrugged in agreement. “I touch butts and reach down cleavage all day; I mean…” Because we like to be a bit rakish at the Faire, and, y’know, it’s true. Tying people into corsets pretty much invariably requires getting handsy.

The couple laughed at that, and the boyfriend said, “That’s the job I would want!” But then he chuckled again and said, offhand, “Or maybe not; while we were looking at the racks, there were some pretty big sizes on there!”

Our sizes are all done in inches, and the biggest we make is a 46. And you’d better believe our large sizes sell. For a second I wasn’t sure what to say to the guy’s comment, but I answered him casually. “We get a lot of beautiful big ladies in here.” Because we do. “We make corsets for real women, not Barbie dolls,” I added. Wasn’t trying to be smart, just kind of tossed it out there because that’s the line we like to use when people ask about larger sizes, and because, again, we do.

The boyfriend went quiet at that; I didn’t think anything of it, I just kept on lacing. A moment later, he said, a little awkwardly (but sincerely enough), “Didn’t mean to be offensive.”

I quickly smiled and brushed it off, said he wasn’t, said I was just saying. (Don’t want to make the customers uncomfortable, you know?) And that was the end of it. His comment had rubbed me the wrong way, but it wasn’t a big deal. Now, I wear a 20-inch corset. I’m a few cup sizes short of being one of the Barbie dolls. Like his girlfriend, I’m one of the “hot chicks”; he doesn’t have to worry about offending me by implying that I wouldn’t be fun to poke and pull at.

Honestly though, of all the people I fit sexy technically-undergarments to in a day, fat girls are maybe my favorite people to lace up. Because they are just so damn happy that we have stuff that fits them. They are so damn happy that the corsets we make in their sizes are all the same pretty, shiny colors and cool flower/dragon/skull/etc. prints that the smaller corsets are, not ugly beige and boring “granny” colors. They are so goddamn happy that at least one (of several on the grounds) corset shop carries things that they can wear, that they actually want to wear, and that they look fucking awesome in. This is only my second season working, and we’ve fit 60+ inch waists and double-K busts. The only people we’ve ever had to tell sorry, we don’t have anything that fits them, are twelve-year-old kids.

It’s half-wonderful, half-heartbreaking how excited those women get. Women who say with sad smiles, when we ask if they want to get fitted, “Oh, no, you don’t have anything that fits me,” and then are stunned when we’re 300% confident that yes we do, and we have options. Women who can’t stop smiling and looking at themselves in the mirror after we’ve got them laced in.

I had a lady last week whose waist I measured (cinching the tape tight, as per procedure) at 41 inches—honestly not all that big. So she picked out a 41-inch corset to try on. I could tell halfway through getting her laced that it was going to be a bit big for her, so I mentioned it and said she might do better to try a smaller size. She started crying on the spot. She was so overwhelmed; she couldn’t believe someone had just told her that a 41 was too big. She told me about how hard clothes shopping was for her, how her mother would tell her she needed an XXXL instead of an XXL, how she had recently lost weight but still couldn’t wear certain colors because they didn’t fit or she wasn’t confident enough.

She did end up getting her corset, and after I checked her out she asked if she could give me a hug, so we ended up standing there hugging each other for a minute. While we did, I told her, “Do not ever let anyone tell you any bullshit. You are gorgeous.” She said, “I have a new boyfriend and he keeps telling me that.” I told her he was right, and to just keep telling herself she’s gorgeous; it was okay if she didn’t always believe it, but to keep telling herself anyway. (That’s how I talked myself through shit when I had bad anxiety.)

We all know fat-shaming is bad. The stupidity, fatphobia, and misogyny of it has pissed me off since I first became aware of it. But working with clothing, especially as figure-hugging and precise as corsets, has given me a new perspective on it—how much it affects people and just how shitty it is. Like, what does it say that I had a grown, only average-big woman crying into my shoulder because she was so overjoyed not to be the uppermost extremity of what a manufacturer can clothe?

My job rocks and it’s really rewarding, but sometimes it highlights some of the ugliest shit about society. I’m so glad I work at a shop that’s not bullshit about body types and operates with more people in mind than just scrawny white chicks like me. The fat women I work with are a ton of fun to lace up, and they’re so much more than their size—they’re cool, they’re smart, they’re funny, they’re sweet, they’re great to talk to, and yes, they’re hot. I’m so damn done with them getting short-changed and shamed by petty fucks who refuse to make them nice clothes, who refuse to even try to work for them, who refuse to consider them pretty. This whole rant was useless and won’t get read, but I had to vent because it’s been driving me nuts.

So actually, screw you, random dude. Fat girls are the highlight of my job.

Just got off the phone with my dad. First he apologized for voting third party but to be fair he lives in Texas, also he voted for this guy:

Joe Exotic a gay dude who loves tigers who I didn’t even know was an option so like, alright dad that’s fine.

But also he said, concerning the rise of the alt right: “Look, sweetheart, if you end up in jail for punching a nazi not only will I pay your bail and the angriest civil rights lawyer I can find, I’m pretty sure the souls of all your jewish ancestors will personally haunt the judge until he throws out the case.”

Alright dad happy turkey dinner day

The bride of spring,
So fair and tall,
Did not love many,
But was beloved by all,
He was the night,
The darkness of day,
Who locked his feelings,
So far away,
Beneath the glamour,
He did so spin,
To protect Velaris,
To protect his kin,
They fell for each other,
Despite the odds,
Their love was eternal,
Blessed by the gods,
And though separated,
They aren’t apart,
For their love for each other,
Was pure at heart.
—  So um I was just rereading acomaf and this just happened 😂😂

anonymous asked:

So when you say all's fair in love and prank wars except live spiders, I'm guessing someone has used live spriders against you before? Was Steve salty because he was losing?

look. buddy. 

between captain america, and black widow or spiderman, who the heck do you think is deploying live arachnids in a prank war??? it sure isnt steven ‘my superpower is breaking mirrors with my high-pitched screamin’ rogers, who can fight nazis but not the tiny clump of hair he thought was a spider in the shower

WELCOME TO THE MONSTER FACTORY

SUCCOTASH

do you want to come up to my kingdom in your attic?  i live in your attic, it’s where i keep all me things. oh here’s a fair warning mate, you got a dirty ceiling up here. you might wanna scrub the tops of it. i just wanna let you know, right, you got ceiling mice. you got ceiling mice up here - you got a  WHOLE  clan of borrowers.

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#SAVEGMW challenge
↳ 10 characters » riley matthews

you don’t need an america booth when you come from here. this country is one big cultural fair. every day i walk through different neighborhoods, different communities, and becoming a part of them is as easy as stopping by to say hello.  i am this girl right here. we all are. a combination of everyone we see every day. once upon a time, riley matthews lived in new york city, and because of that, she lives everywhere. that’s my story.

okay people sit down and get comfy ‘cause we need to have a talk

Now as you all know, Tracer was confirmed just yesterday to be gay and the way they revealed this was by having her kiss her cute as a button girlfriend. It’s a day for celebration because not only was this what a lot of people wanted/have been saying since Day 1, but it also means that a multi-billionaire company with the hottest triple A game of the year not only recognizes the LGBT community and implements it in the lore of said game, but also that she is the very face of said game.

It’s huge. Big day for all the gays around.

Well, so it would seem.

Now unfortunately most of those who had previously shipped Tracer with someone else (and I’m specifically calling out the widowtracer shippers) are a bit disappointed. That’s fair. I was a little upset that Tracer has a girlfriend already, but I’ve known from the start of shipping widowtracer that there was only a 0.2% chance of it ever being canon. 

But it’s okay to be upset. It’s okay to want to ignore that part of canon and still focus on widowtracer. Multi-shipping isn’t for everyone. And that’s a-okay.

But then some people do things that’s not a-okay. Like asking artists to draw Widowmaker hurting Emily. Or writing about stuffing Emily dead in a fridge and leaving her for Tracer to find (it’s a legitimate fic but I won’t provide the link).

Like, what the actual fuck you guys? We can’t even have a nice thing for one day before you all decide to act like you don’t got any goddamn common sense about you.

Emily does not deserve to be treated this way. I don’t care if you don’t like her. I don’t care if she gets in the way of your other Tracer ships. Emily does not deserve to be treated this way. She makes Tracer happy. She’s done nothing wrong.

And moving past this point, to all who are making this automatically about shipping I have the feeling you don’t understand the magnitude of what has actually happened here. 

Tracer, the mascot of Overwatch, the very poster child herself that is on every box sold, is the icon of the game, is the most and easiest character to recognize from one of the most successful triple A games this year and is seen in every advertisement, has a statue of herself at the Blizzard office, and most definitely one of the most popular characters of the game is gay. The face of Overwatch is a sapphic woman…..like it’s honestly so mind-blowing and monumental that this has happened in such a positive light with such a world renown game, giving us the representation we’ve so badly wanted.

And you guys are….making this about shipping. So much to the point where you’re apparently so angry at Tracer’s canon gf that you want to prove a point by showing her hurt or dead because in your minds, Tracer only belongs with Widowmaker? Like, that’s honestly what it looks like and you guys need to C H I L L.

And I feel like I’m going to get the argument that “Oh but it would be in character for Widowmaker to hurt Emily”.

Yeah. If it were part of a mission and Talon told her to do it because of that age old trope where the hero’s weakest spot is the people they love. That would make total sense.

But because she’s jealous? Now you guys are being cruel. 

And yeah, I’d understand if you all did it or wrote it in a way where, yes, Widowmaker hurts Emily because of jealousy and portrayed it in a bad BAD way. If you made it clear that you do not condone Widowmaker’s actions and recognize them as cruel and evil.

But y’all don’t. You do it because you want Widowmaker to have some sort of control over Tracer’s relationships as a way of bringing Tracer closer to her and painting it in a positive light because “hey I ship widowtracer not tracer and that bitch”.

And that’s really, really not okay guys.

Thinking about how amazing life can be. Senior year of college, my university was having a career fair and I had absolutely no intention of going. Kerry literally forced me to get out of bed by mentioning that Glacier Park Inc was randomly attending. I still didn’t want to go, I had not a single professional piece of clothing and I distinctly remember wearing tights with snags and holes all over the place and being pissed off that Kerry had urged me to attend. I had always wanted to visit Glacier, but never gave it a serious thought. Little did I know that day would change my life. I went to the career fair, talked to an HR rep for the park, secured a job after graduation and took off for Montana that summer. Needless to say, I fell in love with the park and the state. Living in East Glacier was the most content I had ever been. So, I decided to make it a permanent move instead of a seasonal one. Now, here I am, nearly 4 years later living in Montana. To think, sometimes I get bored with my days and now remembering how it took only one to alter my entire path. Had I not gone to the fair that morning, I would of never worked in the park, never known my love for Montana, never would of ended up living here… There is no doubt that my life would be entirely different than what it is now. What a comforting thought it is to live in a world where the opportunities are endless and change is limitless. The photo is from this past August, here is me approaching the summit of Mount Wilbur in Glacier National Park. One of the best climbs I have ever been lucky enough to experience. My love for the park is deep rooted. It will forever be a pivotal experience that helped shape my path in this world and I am eternally grateful.

Post Apocalyptic Prompts

So, fair warning, while I have read some post apocalyptic novels I am not widely read so if all of these have been done before I do apologize. But, as requested, some post apocalyptic story prompts:

1) I had seen nobody, heard nobody, for 452 days. I hadn’t heard music since before the world went to shit. So the tinny blare of Dolly Parton’s “Son of a Preacher Man” had me more than a little startled. 

2) “If you’re the Anti-Christ, why are the zombies attacking us still!?” 
“It wasn’t a Christian apocalpyse was it? Radiation stole my life purpose.”

3) Jack was a famous post-apocalyptic writer. Cannibalism, grey skies falling, deep undertones of existentialism, the quintessential lot. He reveled in the misery of the worlds he created and the tears of his readers. It was all well and good until he ended up trapped in his latest bestseller - Husk. Surviving the wasteland was bad enough without letting anyone know it was his fault. 

4) “You’re a girl. She’s - she’s an actual girl.” 
“And who the fuck are you then, Peter and the end of the world lost boys?”

5) The androids sat in a solemn circle around the conference table, human faces flickering in the hologram between them. 
“I believe the ship that landed contained the survivors of a violent species called homo-sapiens. They will need to be managed, we are only just beginning to clear up their mess.” 

6) “You know, when I said I was literally going to hell for this, nobody was supposed to actually take that literally.” 
“I just got my head sliced off by one of the four horseman, I don’t care about you being a grammar nerd.”
“So what now, we Dante Inferno our way up to Heaven?” 
“You want to break into Heaven? This is why you’re literally in Hell.”
“Well, I don’t want to be tortured for all eternity, do I? And it’s not like going back to earth is in an option is it?”

7) The cannibal sprinted through the dead forest after his prey, eyes gleaming, hunger tugging at his bones. Tonight, was the night of the wild hunt. His favourite night of the new year.

8) They were supposed to leave together. Or maybe she was supposed to die. But she survived, and she was waiting when the ship came back.

9) They slept under the earth like corpses ready to rise for judgment day, waiting for the air to be clean and for the sky to change from purple to yellow like a healing bruise. Everyone knew not to wake the dreamers at all costs.

10) Money was a story of an old world, now, if you needed a new oxygen tank or food, you sold your body parts. Bones were handy, eyeballs could do a month’s rent, clean lungs were worth a small fortune. But hearts, oh a strong heart was the most valuable currency of all.

11) Those who still remembered the world before were considered blasphemers and madmen. The punishment for liars was swift.

12) The radiation kept their minds alive forever, even when their bodies were no longer whole. Trapped in the dust and the rock, like fossils as the world changed and began to grow again. Nobody knew they were still conscious as they began to mine.

applications for uk universities are coming up in a few months, so i figured i should post the tips i have collected from when i applied (since they’re all just sitting in a word document gathering dust), particularly for the personal statement! we had a talk from an admissions tutor who told us most of the stuff below + i attended 6 open days and picked up a fair few bits along the way (some stuff might be more relevant to sciences/physics)

the personal statement: what??

  • your personal statement is likely your only opportunity to try and ‘sell yourself’ to universities since most courses at most universities don’t interview
  • you send the same one to all your unis (even if you apply to different courses!)
  • 4000 characters and 47 lines limit (you’ll probably hit the line limit first - keep copying and pasting it into UCAS to check this since it’ll probably be a little different to your word processors count). the average is about 500 words

example structure

  • 80% academic, 20% extracurricular is generally a good guide
  • paragraph 1, intro: personal trigger for your interest in the subject you’re applying for! (not just ‘i’ve always been good at it/liked it’) - how your subject relates to society/current affairs if applicable and relevant (you’ll be seeing that word a lot). what aspects of the courses you’re looking forwards to (but don’t accidentally refer to something not done at all your choices) - prove that you know what you’re getting into
  • paragraph 2: what have you done to develop your interest? trips, books, wider reading - both in and out of school/college. link it to your subject! work experience, relevant volunteering. career aspirations - if you have one, put it in! it’s not set in stone just because you wrote it in a personal statement. part time job - skills gained (again, relevant ones), not just facts.
  • e.g. i worked in housekeeping part time => work under time pressure to a high standard and working effectively as part of a team
  • paragraph 3: non academic achievements e.g. duke of edinburgh - again, skills gained. if you’re doing a gap year, why/what are you doing etc - benefits?
  • paragraph 4, summary: short, just a few lines. final impression. recap - this should answer “why do you want to go to university and study your course” and “why do you deserve to be offered a place”. relevant to course - make reference to course choice/area, not generic. career aspirations are good to mention here. can keep it vague-ish for multiple courses, but course area should be clear!
  • this is just an example containing most of the stuff that should be in it - how you break it up doesn’t matter too much as long as it does have a structure (remember line breaks will influence your character/line count!)

good words/phrases

  • rewarding, improved, interested, taking part, reinforced, gained, strengthen, in addition, developed, broadening, hard work, commitment, enhanced, thrive under pressure

long list of advice

  • be concise - characters are limited and you have a lot to say
  • be honest - lying is a. unnecessary and b. will probably come out later
  • remember the person receiving this probably reads thousands, try and keep it interesting
  • organised & structured!
  • persuade the reader that you deserve a place
  • avoid generic statements - everything must be relevant. as much as they may be true, things like “i achieved good grades/always enjoyed this subject previously” are obvious fillers.
  • imagine this is your interview - as i said, you probably won’t get a real one! why do you want to study this, what makes you the right person for this course.
  • DO NOT LIST. don’t do it. expand on everything you put down, make it relevant - what your experiences are isn’t important, what you got from them is.
  • spelling and grammar. check it, check it, check it again - and this must be done by a human, spell checkers don’t notice if you use the wrong word (it’s best to go with a teacher or parent, something like that, not other students or people on the internet - be very careful about sending your personal statement to people online).
  • don’t talk about things that belong in other sections - e.g. how good your grades are (they can already see these), extenuating circumstances (should be explained by your referee in the reference). repeating yourself makes you look desperate to fill space.
  • avoid ambiguity - explain yourself! e.g. ‘i did my gold award’ - in what?!
  • authentic - don’t be pretentious
  • avoid being generic
  • ‘i’m looking forward to having an experience to remember for the rest of my life’ it lasts 3+ years; you’re going to remember it. don’t say it.
  • ‘looking forwards to independence’ - very rarely a choice when you go to uni. virtually everyone else is in the exact same situation here. don’t waste characters on things that aren’t relevant or really important.
  • ‘my family…’ they do not care about your family, they care about you. it is about you.
  • avoid cliches
  • add comments, views and explanations to your points - pretend it’s an english essay or something - making a point by itself gets you no marks
  • use your own experiences - you will have enough, don’t make it up.
  • ‘i’m quite good’ - avoid neutral or passive terms to describe yourself. be positive and show off that you do have these skills!
  • similarly don’t be uncertain - ‘i usually meet deadlines’ is pretty unconvincing
  • don’t play things down!
  • do your research - know which modules you will study in your courses so you can keep things relevant. talk about things you are particularly excited about and why.
  • what have you done outside of the a level course requirements?
  • obviously, don’t mention any of your unis by name or location (or course if they vary)
  • avoid humour: when someone makes a joke in front of a large audience, if they didn’t come to see them make jokes you will notice that maybe half laugh. you don’t know which half the person reading your personal statement will fall into. don’t do it.
  • make connections between interests and courses
  • draft and redraft and redraft until it’s perfect… and then check it over a few more times!
  • … but don’t let the people who check it over for you rewrite it! this must be your personal statement if you want to get anywhere
  • it’s run through sophisticated plagiarism/similarity software by UCAS. don’t write with a friend, don’t get one off the internet.

hopefully some of this helps someone out there, good luck!