I love the way their eyes light up when they discuss anything remotely related to a subject they’re interested in. I love how excited I get just listening to their rants and tangents even if I have no prior knowledge or interest in the topic. I love that the sheer amount of information they know about the most obscure things (ex. French philosophy on anti-oedipus) is absolutely insane but also mesmerizing. I love that they don’t get caught up in trivial, immature situations. I love that they have so much wisdom to share from years and years of experience and they’re not embarrassed to share. I love how much they care for their students and genuinely want them to succeed and that they would do everything in their power to help me if I asked. Why do I like my tc? How could I not?
Trump hasn't won anything. This thing is far from over. Until December 19th comes and goes, nothing is set in stone which means we still have time to change things, even after then. Now is NOT the time for hostility toward each other and violence and segregation. NOW IS THE TIME TO FIGHT BACK WITH EVERYTHING WE HAVE INSIDE OF US. Donald Trump is not in charge yet. He's not the president. And he's not going to be if we have anything to do with it.
So take this time to stand up.
⚫Write into higher officials explaining your displeasure.
⚫Write and push a petition.
⚫Virtually protest by posting on social media.
⚫ Vote blue on every minor election there is.
⚫Basically give him so much objection that our voices become louder than theirs.
⚫DO NOT let him become normalized.
This is SO important.
And most importantly, support each other in this time of separation.
⚫Donate to Planned Parenthood
⚫Donate to the Trevor Project
⚫Donate to any organization who is going to be negatively affected by this election.
⚫Protest in large groups, not alone. Stay safe.
⚫Sign petitions opposing Trump.
⚫Don't lash out. Don't spread hatred, violence or negativity. We don't need that.
⚫DON'T HIDE. If you are in a minority group, don't hide out of fear. Now is when we need to stand up more than ever.
According to an analysis from the National Women’s Law Center released Tuesday, the majority of women who would lose their health insurance if the Affordable Care Act is repealed could likely be women of color.
The study examined health care coverage between 2013 and 2015 on a state-by-state basis. The overall number of uninsured people in America was 41.3 million in 2013 — but with the assistance of the ACA, that number dropped down to 28.5 million by 2015.
Yuuri looks up from where he’s sorting out his laundry, a sock in one hand and a shirt in another. He puts the sock to one side and begins folding the shirt, Victor’s shirt that he keeps forgetting to give back. “Oh, that? I got that keyboard a long time ago—before I went to Detroit, even.”
Victor tilts his head from where he sits on the bed, feet stretched out before him. Blinks and looks at Yuuri. “Do you still play?”
“Play for me?”
Smiling, Yuuri sets aside one of Victor’s scarves and stands. “Any requests?”
“Your song,” the Russian says decisively after a heartbeat of thinking. “Yuri on Ice.”
“Hmm. I never learned it,” Japan’s top figure skater admits. He shakes his head and pulls out the keyboard from where it sits propped against his closet. “But I can try.”
“You can do that?” Victor asks. The words, You’re that good at playing? go unsaid.
Yuuri shrugs, plugs the keyboard into the wall and turns the machine on. “Sure,” he answers, fingers running over scales like water pouring from a fountain. The sound is crisp and clear, and Victor finds himself pleasantly surprised. He wonders why.
“I’ve skated to this song so many times it’s practically engraved in my head,” the brunet continues, moving into arpeggios and rhythmic exercises. The keyboard moves slightly as Yuuri presses into the keys, the device pushing into the yielding mattress. “Just give me a second to warm up.”
As Yuuri’s fingers drift over the keys, Victor swings his feet back and forth. “How did you start playing?”
Yuuri’s fingers don’t stop, unheeding of or perhaps disregarding the conversation. Yuuri turns to look at the older man and hums. “I saw a video of someone playing the piano and decided to learn.”
“Did you take lessons?”
“For a time, yes.”
“How old were you when you started?”
Yuuri huffs a laugh from his nose and tests out various chords. “Is this an interrogation now?”
“Well, I never knew you could play. Is it so wrong to want to learn more about your boyfriend?”
“Mm.” Yuuri pauses, looking down at his hands. “I started when I was relatively young. Six, I think?”
“That is young.”
“Well, I stopped being so serious about it when I began taking ballet lessons. And then skating took up most of my time after that.”
“But you still play?”
“I still play.”
Yuuri begins then, starting with the sixteenth note triplets, and Victor closes his mouth and just listens. It’s lovely—reminds him of when he first listened to it, half asleep and with Yuuri excitedly leaning over his lap. Reminds him of his former student, of his lover before they became lovers.
“You’re very good at this.”
Closing his eyes and letting himself visualize the music inside his head, Yuuri leans back and feels his lips quirk into a half-smile. “I’m not the type to let a skill atrophy without practice.”
“That’s not you, no,” Victor agrees.
And they both listen, then, to the music pouring out of the cheap keyboard roused from its sleep. He times his breathing to the swelling of the melody, to the rise and fall of the notes, to the cadence of the moment. Victor leans against Yuuri’s shoulder and Yuuri leans back, the two of them content to relive their memories through the passage of sound.
It’s a peaceful moment filled with peaceful feelings. Victor tells himself to ask Yuuri to play more music for him from now on.
So I’m watching the weird anime Netflix recommended after “The House of Small Cubes” ruined me (and I could see again through my tears).
It’s called “Little Witch Academia,” and tbh I did a double take at the name because when I was 12 I wrote this super-duper-evil-scary character named Lady Academia because I got the name Ariadne confused with Academia. Long story short I was intrigued.
At the time this screenshot was taken, all these witches at witch school are going through a dungeon where they have to use their magic to get past monsters and pick up cool relics. (”It sounds like any old RPG,” says one student.) So far, so good.
Then this kid above me, Diana, is like, “We need more treasure!” and her friends try to talk her out of it.
They argue that they have already collected:
I’m sorry there’s mithril in this dungeon? I mean…ok, you spelled it funny, but…wait wtf who remembered that GALVORN existed? Eöl doesn’t have that big a fan club. Fine, whatever, we’re in some weird deep-fan crossover anime. Let’s continue.
YOU FOUND WHAT
YOU FOUND A SILMARIL IS THAT WHAT YOU’RE SAYING
THERE’S A SILMARIL JUST CHILLING IN THIS DUNGEON FOR LITERALLY ANY STUDENT TO PICK UP
Ok that’s fine I guess. That’s fine. I’m fine.
WHO THE FUCK IS DIANA
WHO IS THIS BITCH I’M SERIOUS
DOES SHE KNOW THAT THERE ARE EXACTLY THREE SILMARILS FOR EXAMPLE
IN THE WHOLE WORLD THERE ARE THREE (3)
“They are all common items.”
WHAT DOES DIANA WANT, LAURELIN AND TELPERION IN A PAIR OF CLAY POTS
WHAT DO YOU WANT, DIANA??????????????????????
OK I’m hooked, this chick is the most badass character of all time, Fëanor is going to make her a silima necklace by the end of this half-hour anime. WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? I HAVE TO KNOW.
It’s so easy to forget how blessed I am to be living in a country where religious freedom is celebrated (of course, that can seriously debated and I recognize that) but when compared to Egypt, a country where Coptic Christians have survived and have kept their faith alive and flourishing despite the oppression and persecution they face on the daily, living in America is a breeze.
In the face of the recent attack on St. Mark’s Cathedral in Cairo, I just want to remind people to keep the Copts in Egypt as well as all the religious minorities around the whole world in their thoughts and prayers. Now more than ever it is important to support each other and build each other up regardless of our faiths, to love each other and be there for one another in the hopes of developing our world as well as our spiritual lives.