You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go.
Believes love should happen at first sight; likes independent, go-getters; enjoys chasing and being chased
Arguing and friendly competition is an aphrodisiac
Attracts love by inspiring/encouraging suitors to pursue and “win” her/him
Flirts by teasing and picking fights;
Wants to be #1 in the relationship (and in her/his partner’s life) or will lose interest quickly
Believes love should come after a lot of long-term consideration; likes (and is impressed by) wealthy people
Rich, comfort foods, receiving massages, listening to music, and fragrances that smell like something edible (mmm vanilla!) are aphrodisiacs
Attracts love by being emotionally stable and having consistent habits
Flirts by providing physical comfort
Wants to feel secure in relationships and “know where this is going”
Believes love should mean never having to say, “I’m bored”; likes quotable, multifaceted people who have lots of diverse interests
Verbal/written expressions of love are aphrodisiacs
Attracts love by being infinitely entertaining
Flirts by sharing thoughts & feelings and assigning pet names
Wants 24/7 communication accessibility in relationships; variety, unpredictability
Believes love should be nurturing; likes people who need mothering (or who are mothering) and are appreciative of her efforts
Emotional bonding and cuddling are aphrodisiacs
Attracts love by making people feel cozy and sheltered;
Flirts by feeding and/or cooking for someone, remembering preferences, giving thoughtful tokens of affection
Wants interdependence in relationships
Believes love should ALWAYS consist of romance, drama, fun, and loyalty; likes people who stand out in socially acceptable ways
Receiving awe-inspiring gifts and positive, focused attention from an audience are aphrodisiacs
Attracts love by playing up strengths and downplaying weaknesses, and inspiring chivalry
Flirts by complimenting
Wants emotionally-moving displays of appreciation and gratitude in relationships
Believes love should involve making a commitment to take care of someone else; likes hard-workers who pay attention to details (conversely, is also attracted to flawed, disorganized partners that need fixing)
good hygiene, a neat appearance, and an orderly environment are aphrodisiacs
Attracts love by handling all of the “dirty work” in a partner’s life
Flirts by making analytical observations, self-deprecating humor, or offering self-improvement advice
Wants to feel needed and useful in relationships
Believes love should = 50/50 partnership + 24/7 romance; likes attractive, intelligent, and sociable people
The usual romantic clichés (such as rose petals on the bed and long, moonlit walks on the beach) are aphrodisiacs
Attracts love by being charming company, understanding and attentive
Flirts indiscriminately for attention and popularity
Wants equality, romance, and lots of attention in relationships; beauty, making plans as a couple
Believes love should be passionate, intense, and life-altering; likes to associate with powerful people whose sexuality comes in contradictory layers
A strong sex drive, instant chemistry, intensity, and loyalty are aphrodisiacs
Attracts love by keeping a mate’s secrets, developing an emotional bond, and not wanting to share the partner’s affection
Flirts through seduction
Wants to have control and trust in a relationship
Believes love should bring happiness, great times, and good luck; likes outgoing, intelligent, independent, adventurous people
Visiting exotic places, meeting foreign people, exploring foreign cultures, and different accents are aphrodisiacs
Attracts love by being friendly, fun-loving, generous, and free-spirited
Flirts through friendly conversation and making someone laugh
Wants freedom, honesty, few expectations, and undefined commitment in a relationship
Believes love should make people keep their word; likes responsible, successful people who can help with achieving aspirations
Knowing what’s coming next is an aphrodisiac
Attracts love by being dependable and loyal; shows affection by honoring commitments and not leaving the relationship;
Flirts by getting straight to the point, assessing a potential mate’s value, and showing off their dry wit as they feel more comfortable
Wants a solid commitment from the right person in relationships
Believes love should be dessert with friendship as the main entrée; likes free-spirited, eccentric people who aren’t afraid to go against the status quo
Discussing new, inventive ways to have sex is an aphrodisiac
Attracts love by being friendly to everyone
Flirts by sharing unusual ideas and opinions
Wants a best friend, intellectually stimulating company and emotional detachment in relationships
Believes love should be a perfect blend of an intuitive, spiritual bond and romance; likes nonjudgmental, creative people who think and communicate in imaginative ways
Dreamy kisses that cause tingles, foot massages, bubble baths, and mind-altering substances or practices are aphrodisiacs
Attracts love by being infinitely compassionate and seeing the best in people
Flirts by developing and acknowledging a special connection
Wants empathy, kindness, and sensitivity in relationships
He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.
If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.
Everything changes when Derek goes under while surfing, hits his head on a board, and sees a man with a tail swimming away. He wants to know who that was, and what it has to do with Beacon Hills, the one place he never meant to come back to.
what really struck me about this place were the pictures of its desolation as a result of WWII. over half of the castle was destroyed, and then completely rebuilt, brick by brick, and finished in April this year. i saw this kind of thing in medellin too, where the city had deliberately targeted the most dangerous and impoverished neighbourhoods, and created sculpture parks as a symbol of hope and progress. v inspiring
not to be obnoxious or anything but who else had that sliver of hope for black paladin lance during the intro of season 3 episode 1 when he effectively led hunk and the blade of marmora and was standing center when the aliens were questioning him about voltron bc mood
In honor of woman’s history month I’d like to take a moment to thank the women who came before me, the women standing beside me and the women who will carry the torch of our future.
I’ve been in Halestorm for nearly 20 years. If it wasn’t for our “Fore Mothers of Rock n Roll” who came before me, I may not be where I am today. They showed me that it was possible, and that even with all the odds against you, and obstacles in your way… you can achieve your dream. They did not give in, they did not quit, they did not wither. They were a powerful force in inspiring and encouraging me to go after My dream.
It’s a reminder, ladies, of how important it is for us to encourage one another. We must be examples, and show our fellow femmes that society’s definition of a “woman” is false. To be a Woman is not One idea of what a woman should be. We are the sum of many women who were brave enough to take risks, carve paths, stand out and be unapologetically themselves. All the great women of history were not the ones who followed the rules, or kept their eyes to the ground. No, all the great women thinkers, inventers, artists and leaders were the woman who broke from the chain, and swam against the current.
As girls we are taught from an early age that beauty is our number one priority. We play with dolls we will never look like, we have make up kits and sticker earrings, glitter and pink. We wear dresses, are told not to get dirty, to be perfect, to be seen and not heard. We learn that “pretty” equals acceptance and love.
We are taught as young ladies that the world is a scary place, and that we should get married and settle down lest we die alone. And be sure to have a few kids before it’s too late and your ticking time bomb of a body blows up! And we need products! Products to grow our hair, soften our face, melt the fat, plump our lips, grow our tits, erase scars and stretch marks, make our asses bigger or smaller… because without all these things we are undesirable and therefore not worthy of love.
As we begin to grow, ask questions, and find ourselves as women, everything that makes us happy is somehow wrong…
They say, Be independent, but know your place. Make money, but not too much. Be smart, but not too smart, be strong but not too strong or you’ll be a bitch. If you like sex, you’re a slut, if you drink you’re a lush, if you cut your hair your a dyke, if you like rock n roll and metal obviously you’re on a path to hell. We are told that to be women we need to be the Un-be-able, and because societies view of women is such an unattainable goal… inevitably every women loses.
Before I go on, I must be clear that This post is not about a double standard. This is Not about boys vs girls. Because our boys are taught some pretty warped things too about what it means to be a “man”. This post is about the the history of women, battling social “standards” and the evolution of women as we move forward.
I stand on my meager platform, as a women I have fought to proudly do what I love everyday, I am living proof that it is possible and I am in a rare position to encourage… and empower.
So, Let’s empower, encourage and teach our girls to be strong, to be smart, to be independent, to ask questions, to be tolerant, to be kind, to be fierce, to love, be passionate and to dream. Show them that their beauty lies within their individuality and doing things that truly make them happy. Lets wear sizes that fit us, not try to fit into sizes that society tells us we should be fitting into. Let’s Get dirty, climb trees, be artists, mechanics, scientists, rockstars and presidents. Let’s stop listening to all the things we are supposed to be and truly start being who we are.
We are Women
“X is as important as Y!!! X deserves the same amount of support/content/exposure Y has!!!”
Then go and do it. Start it yourself.
Give X exposure. Make content for X. Support X. Take care of X. Love X.
If you think X is under-rated for any reason, then go out there and give it what it deserves.
But for the love of god stop using that ^^^^ shitty formula for guilt tripping people and creating a disgusting antagonizing comparison because you know what? Some people might not be interested in X not because of some localized social or moral prejudice, sometimes people are not interested in things just because; and they are neutral about those things, no more no less. Sometimes people can also like both Y and X but Y more because people happen to like things in different degrees (unbelievable right?).
What you gain from using this mindset ^^^^ is that people who are into Y will now naturally antagonize X to the object of their interest/affection and now they’re not neutral anymore, you just won people that will now actively or passively go against X.
Aries: A little seaside town on the coast of California. Its small and touristy. The road is blanketed in an odd fog. It doesn’t show up on the map. The GPS says you’re not on the road.
Taurus: An extremely nice mall at near midnight. I think its closed. The store lights are turning off one by one. The loudspeaker music stopped a couple minutes ago. Your footsteps echo on the tiles.
Gemini: Your room when you aren’t home. Thin images of you move about performing all the tasks you might have done that day.
Cancer: A bustling train station. Thousands of people come and go. Nobody notices the half dozen figures cloaked in rags and leading people by the hand.
Leo: The pub reflected in the rainy glass. A shimmering image of you and the various bargoers. Two are missing.
Virgo: The woods outside your childhood home. The snow falls soundlessly on the statues you could have found. Friends you could have met.
Libra: Old town. Cobbled streets and restored antique lighting. Modern infrastructure attempting to masquerade as old iron. The stone well in the town center. The soft voice coming from it.
Scorpio: The basement reading room of your local library. Not many people around this time of day. The door you don’t remember being there. The odd dusty fluid covering the handle.
Ophiuchus: A vast vast desert. The volcanic vents deep below painting the landscape white and black. The dust devil in the distance.
Sagittarius: A gangplank under the pier. You come here to think.
Capricorn: A church in old town that used to be an independent theater. This place would be perfect if you could catch a film. The doors are unlocked. A friend said the projecting equipment was still inside.
Aquarius: A road through flat dusty prairie. A sandwich shop literally hundreds of miles from any conceivable place to live. A fantastic hoagie.
Pisces: The nicest house in the nicest neighborhood. The spiral staircase up to the observatory. Who even lives there now?
Rings add weight to the area of life that the finger represents, or could reveal imbalances. A ring placed with intent can enhance areas of your life. This can be strengthened by rings with corresponding crystals. When a ring is worn unconsciously, it more likely refers to the negative trait or imbalance that corresponds with that finger.
Corresponds to your personal and private life. Connected to family and personal identity or internal issues. Your left hand reflects the energy you take in.
Relates to your public life. Connected to work and your relation to society. Your right hand reflects the energy you give out.
Considered the finger of cultural identity. It reflects how you related to justice, law, order, and responsibility. Can also signify inner security or materialism. Consciously placed ring: Reduce anxiety, improve stability, desire for self-development. Unconsciously placed ring: domestic unhappiness, insecurities, judgmental, lack of security. Crystals: garnet, onyx, agate, topaz, tiger’s eye, jade.
Considered the finger of personal identity, how you relate to and see yourself. Associated with leadership, ambition, and self-confidence. Consciously placed ring: Boost self-esteem, increase authority, improve confidence. Unconsciously placed ring: Damaged self-esteem, feeling not good enough, feeling better than others, controlling personality. Crystals: tourmaline, lapis lazuli, peridot, opal, emerald.
Represents your extra-personal identity and self-expression. It represents creativity and love of beauty. If it’s a wedding ring or engagement ring, it represents success in finding a mate. But if bought by the wearer it can represent self-love. Consciously placed ring: Strengthen creativity, express friendliness, improve aesthetic awareness. Unconsciously placed ring: Creative frustration, concern with image, desire to be liked. Crystals: garnet, ruby, pink tourmaline, diamond.
Considered the finger of impersonal identity. It reflects communication and sexuality. Also represents confidence in relationships and strength. Consciously placed ring: Improve communication, express sexuality/sexual identity, gain confidence in regards to relationships. Unconsciously placed ring: Poor communication, lies, difficulty with sexuality/sexual identity Crystals: blue topaz, sapphire, aquamarine.
Your thumb symbolizes your spiritual identity. It relates to your will power, determination, and application of personal energy. It also reflects your ability to reason and apply logic. As the thumb is separate from the rest of the fingers, and a very useful finger, it also represents strength, independent thought, and freedom. Consciously placed ring: Boost energy level, increase will power/motivation, provide comfort, increase reasoning, increase personal strength and independence. Unconsciously placed ring: lack of energy, feeling powerless, lack of control, poor reasoning, feeling trapped, stubborn/stuck in own way, need for control, aggressive/forceful Crystals: moonstone, diamond, amethyst.
Rings on all/many fingers
This can indicate a negative circumstance that you are being faced with. It shows a likely lack of feeling safe or secure in your world, and that your putting on a front. It can also signify avoidance to deal with issues affecting your life.
The police told me there was nothing down there. I know they’re lying.
(This story is very very long, be warned.)
I never wanted to be a mother. A child happened to me, I didn’t ask for it.
After you’ve had a child, you never get peace and quiet. I don’t mean that in a resentful way, just a fact. There’s the crying phase, the screaming phase, the yelling phase, the “NO!” phase, et cetera. And you never get time. You don’t have time for hobbies and distractions. Raising a child is two full-time jobs.
It’s not that I didn’t try to do everything I could for him. It’s not that I didn’t try and be a good parent. I did, I gave it everything I had. But deep down, I think he could tell that I didn’t want him. Kids know.
I had a part time job. I didn’t get paid very well, but it was enough. It was just office work, nothing exciting. My sister would look after him when I wasn’t around. I didn’t really have the money for daycare.
I knew that things weren’t working out like they should have. And I did what any self-respecting human being would do - I bought a book. I’d always heard that you should read to your child every night, and that doing so would make them smart and well-adjusted. Well, I had nothing to lose.
I’m not really an Amazon person, so I paid a visit to my local bookstore - a dark, slightly grubby independent place that shuns all but the most obsessive of bookworms. Standing in the narrow, dimly-lit aisles, surrounded by towering bookshelves jammed with volumes at every angle, I wondered, briefly - what do people normally buy for their kids?
The Very Hungry Caterpillar?
He was a bit old for that. Besides, I think that’s one of those books that parents buy because they think it’s kitschy, not because their kids will actually enjoy it.
Amongst the slightly destroyed second-hand Roald Dahl books and Dr. Seuss anthologies, I found a book that stuck out. It was old, and bound in what looked like real leather, but it was in surprisingly good shape. It wasn’t too long, but it proclaimed its suitability for for children aged 4-6 (he was five). It was called ‘The Trap Door’. No author, no other details. I picked it up and skimmed through the first few pages, and it seemed an ideal fit. It was written in an irregular rhyming meter, and it was festooned with colourful, scratchy illustrations that depicted a boy strikingly similar to my son. The picture was already forming in my head - we’d read it, we’d bond, and we’d smooth over the cracks.
I know it was just a book, but for the first time in my life, I realized I was excited to spend time with my son.
That night, after I’d tucked him into bed, I sat down on his shark duvet (he liked sharks), and I sprang the book upon him.
Once, long ago and far away
There lived a boy of five or so
With a rounded face and hair like hay
And a mind that yearned to learn and grow
The boy lived in a mud-flecked land
Of rolling hills and sheep and styles,
And brooks and trees and miles and miles
Of hinterlands and ranch hands
Long ago there was a war,
Of petty kings and border-lords
The earth did drink the blood of those
Who died for honor or a rose
The boy was happy as could be,
In the cottage on the hill
His mother his only company,
Who loved that boy with all her will
It’s challenging material for a five-year old. But it was educational, it was stimulating. I had only a faint idea of what the war of the roses was actually about, but I did a good job of pretending that I did.
We said our i-love-yous and I closed the door. Things were going to be okay.
I work at an independent froyo place. We're supposed to close at nine, and I usually work that shift. Every single night people come in at nine, asking if we're still open. I have college, I wanna close up and get home asap so I WANNA tell them no but my manager refuses to turn down customers. So, a lot of the time, I don't get home until 1030 or later, and I don't get paid after 930. The kicker? It's my family's place and my manager is my mom. Any complaints and she gives me shit even at home..
Even family is not above the law. If you were till 10:30 you get paid till 10:30 or she can be fined, closed, or arrested.
i had a surprisingly good week in košice. it was kinda intended as a buffer week between the mountains and meeting my friend zita in budapest. i worried that there wouldn’t be much to do because of the relatively small old town, and admittedly i had to do a LOT of research and digging, but i found some really cool places. i also used the extra spare time ive had to apply to a ton of internships to places that are and aren’t looking for interns lol. it was mentally exhausting but im glad ive done it :)
im in budapest now! i already love it here
l8r allig8rs xx
A/N: This is a request from @brobrobreja. I’m so sorry it took so long, the mini-series had my hands pretty tied. I hope you like it! X
You sat on the other side of the bedroom, the instruction manual for your new bed frame in your hand. You giggled softly at the cartoon man who looked as clueless as the both of you, wondering if you should do as he did; call IKEA for help. Of course you couldn’t because your boyfriend, Chris believed he was more than capable of installing the bed frame himself. You looked up at him and bit back your smile when you saw him narrow his eyes at a strange metal piece, muttering cuss words under his breath.
“What does the manual say?” He quizzed as he looked up at you. “Where does this piece go?” He held up the strange metal piece and you studied it for a moment before looking back down at the manual. “Well?” He asked after a few minutes of silence.
“Beats me,” you looked up and shrugged; he chuckled wearily and shook his head. “What?” You giggled. “I told you I’m not good at these things, why do you think I called you?” He sighed and got to his feet, dodging loose pieces on your bedroom floor as he made his way over to you.
“Give me that,” he took the manual from you then settled on the floor behind you with his legs on either side. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Y/N.” You smiled and leaned back against him, resting your cheek against his bearded face. “Let’s see,” he studied the manual, his arm absentmindedly draped around your waist. “Well, it looks like that metal piece goes…Hm,” he hummed with pursed lips. “Maybe it’s meant to go in the joint?”
“Maybe you should just let me call the staff at IKEA,” you whispered then kissed his jawline when he chuckled. “We’ve been doing this for hours and we still haven’t made any progress. It’s eight-thirty and we haven’t had food, can we just order some takeout and call IKEA in the morning?”
“What are we going to sleep on tonight then?”
“You do realize a bed frame is just to prop the mattress up, right?” You teased him and he rolled his eyes, smiling. “It doesn’t change the fact that a mattress is still a mattress. Just leave the mess here and we’ll sleep out in the living room, it’ll be like camping except without the yucky stuff.”
“You mean nature?” He quizzed, chuckling.
“You know it,” you winked and got off the ground. “I’m going to go order some food, what are we feeling tonight?” He shrugged, giving you one of those ‘you pick’ faces. “Well, I feel like Chinese so- General Chang’s it is then.” You held out a hand for him to take so you could pull him to his feet. “Coming?”
“I’ll come when the food gets here, I just want to give this another shot.” He told you, returning his gaze to the manual. “I mean- it’s just a bed frame,” he looked up at you when he heard you chuckle, “how hard can it be to figure out? I’m Captain America, for crying out loud,” he said and tried not to laugh when you did.
“Okay Cap,” you kissed the top of his head. “I’ll come get you when the food’s here.”
Forty-five minutes later, the food arrived and Chris still hadn’t made progress with your bed frame. When you went into your bedroom to get him, his head was hung in defeat. “I don’t wike it,” he imitated his nephew’s catchphrase, making you laugh.
“C'mon Cap,” you grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. “Let it go,” you told him as you wrapped an arm around his waist; his arm draped around your shoulder as the two of you made your way out into the living room. “We’ll call the guy in the morning.”
“IKEA should really have better instruction manuals,” he muttered bitterly. “There is no way anyone can build anything from that dumb sheet of paper. It doesn’t even have instructions, there are just numbers and pictures.”
“Let it go,” you chuckled, rubbing his back.
“We wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just move in with me,” he mumbled into your hair; he was a little nervous about bringing up the subject again, the first decline was a little gut wrenching. You stopped walking and he stopped with you, wincing when you looked up at him. “I know you want to be independent and this place is nearer to work-”
“Those are the real reason I won’t move in with you, Chris,” you confessed then pressed your lips together when he narrowed his eyes. “I just-” you began then huffed. “I don’t think you realize what moving in together means.”
“Living together instead of living separately?”
“Funny,” you slapped his arm, biting back your smile when he chuckled. “I’m talking about the reality of it, like are you sure you’re going to be okay coming home to my face all day every day? What if we have a big fight and you can’t get any space from me? What if you just want some down time with your guys and I’m in the way? What if you decide-” He cut you off, pressing his lips against yours.
“My biggest wish is to come home to your face all day every day, Y/N,” he told you, smiling. “And you should know by now that the last thing I want is space when we fight, it just makes the problem bigger. As for downtime with my guys?” He chuckled. “I’d love for you to be there. Always, because you are my girl and there is no one I’d rather spend time with.” You smiled and he chuckled, “any other concerns you need me to address?”
“What if you decide I’m much too annoying to live with?”
“You’re annoying all the time,” he poked your side, laughing when you scoff. “But I’m still here, aren’t I?” He quizzed, sliding his arms around your waist and to your lower back. “C'mon, move in with me. I have proper furniture there, nothing that needs assembling.” He teased and you chuckled. “We’re going to be living together when you marry me,” he reminded you and you smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up at that. “Why not just get a head start? C'mon,” he pressed when you smiled, “it’ll be fun.”
“Fine,” you gave in, smiling. “Let’s move in together.”
“Yes!” He cheered and hugged you. “It’s going to be great, I’ll hire a moving truck ASAP.”
“Just out of curiosity,” you teased him as you broke the hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands moved to your hips. “What makes you so sure I’m going to marry you?”
“My wonderful furniture assembling skills, of course.”
As we celebrate 70 years of India’s Independence we salute a country with one of the richest, culturally and linguistically diverse history’s in the world. We salute the many freedom fighters that gave us our independence. We salute all the individuals that keep fighting for freedom and equality. And with that being said, one can’t help but wonder what the great people who built the nation would think of it today:
King Akbar and Bahadur Shah Zafar now have to worry whether their legacy too will be ripped out from the pages of Maharashtra’s history textbooks.
Sandar Vallabhbhai Patel, the great unifier, would scroll his twitter feed and be disappointed to find how frequently #Dravidanadu, sickular, and communalism now trend.
B R Ambedkar may have to tearfully apologise to those like Rohit Vemula: for the failure of a constitution he once created to bridge the gaps of caste and creed.
Abul Kalam Azad and Zakir Husain Khan now hang their heads in shame when Mohammad Akhlaq and Junaid Khan ask why they had to die in the name of meat.
Dr. A P J Abdul Kalam wonders how, even as we have reached Mars with Mangalyaan, those who farm our Earth can barely reach the bank
Justices Anna Chandy and Fathima Beevi may not be able to fathom how convoluted the laws on female agency, autonomy, and consent have become.
Rani Laxmi Bai and Accamma Cherian, who once raged against colonial forces with raised arms and swords, would today be too scared to walk down Delhi and Chandigarh alone.
And Bhagat Singh…poor Bhagat Singh, must find out that the Independent India he dreamt of whilst he hung, gasping for air, would be the India that let the same happen to 60 innocent children in Gorakhpur.
And for everything these people have done for us, for our freedom, our country, it would be a damn shame to let them think that, wouldn’t it? 🇮🇳