kindness movement



anonymous asked:

Paladins' reactions to their s/o falling asleep on them?

;;sure! !! thx for sending!

Lance -

He’ll turn a little red, wrapping his arms around them and letting them rest comfortably against him, but not before planting a lithe kiss on their forehead and wishing them the sweetest of dreams. If anyone makes a little too much noise around them, he’d be ready to fight

Shiro -

This guy would stiffen like a tree, he’d be so scared of waking them up with any kind of movement–but eventually he’d grow tired himself and the next moment they’ll be fast asleep on each other, legs intertwined and a flustered storm on its way once one of them wakes up.

Hunk -

His s/o falling asleep on him would be super endearing for him, and he’d note how adorable they look while they’re resting so peacefully, before pulling them closer and proving to be the world’s best pillow.

Keith -

He wouldn’t necessarily think much of it, seeing as only they were tired and too lazy to lay down in their bed. But when the other paladins catch a glimpse of his s/o laying against him, he’d grow red and bring a finger to his lips, shushing them away aggressively.

Pidge -

Similar to Shiro, they’d freeze and cautiously sling an arm over them, playing with their hair and gazing at their resting soft features. Eventually, after staying put for so long, they fall asleep as well–and it’s up to whatever paladin walks in to drape a blanket over them.

anonymous asked:

fee i need autistic reyna pls ud be good at this

i just had a fucking RAGER of a shutdown like the worst one ever and i’m trying to pull myself out of it so really what better of a time than this

  • she uses the exact same communication methods when she’s commanding a crowd as she does in every day conversation. it’s a little offputting and perplexing to everyone else, and she struggles very hard to communicate one on one.
  • she always thought she’d be a terrible leader because she really just doesn’t seem to be very good at talking to people and making people like her, but she’s stunned to find that 1. giving uninterrupted speeches where she gets very passionate about her topic go over quite well in front of a crowd 2. being very Intense and Focused when making a point in front of an audience is perceived as a sign of strength and wisdom, rather than aggressive or a turn off like it is when making small talk
  • her movements seem kind of mechanical or stuttered to most people. the only time her body seems to work the way she needs it to is when she’s fighting.
  • her lending her strength out to other people is genuinely the most selfless and compassionate act she’s capable of making, because it depletes nearly all of her spoons and makes her enormously vulnerable until she has time to recharge
  • she has such a difficult time with sarcasm. she ends up being grateful for her reputation as a super intense and slightly terrifying leader because this is the facade she uses to disguise that she literally cannot understand other people’s senses of humor sometimes.
  • she’s actually a super sweet and sensitive person but she often panics and feels so uncomfortable when other people start making jokes or using heavy sarcasm or excessively dry humor that she doesn’t understand, so she’ll leave the room.
  • it’s really sad and makes her feel sort of helpless because she can’t quite make friends and everyone seems to think she hates them, but she doesn’t realize that she has a resting bitch face and she just really truly genuinely forgets to say basic greetings sometimes.
  • she h h h h aa a a t e s showering, the water pellets feel like they’re attacking her and bar soap is hopelessly dry and starchy feeling and scented shampoos or shower gels feel nice but are so strongly scented that it sends her into sensory hell
  • she is absolutely floating on cloud nine when she discovers the roman baths.
  • sometimes she’ll be doing okay and everything will be cool but she just. needs a second. so she’ll quick find a door to lock herself behind and FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP….”phew.” and then go resume whatever she was doing.
  • she has a playlist of instrumental music (her faves are strings) and after a hard day of praetor work, she’ll put her headphones in and slowly rock back and forth to unwind. that’s like her favorite activity to do she could sit like that for hours.
  • she doesn’t really have meltdowns or shutdowns in the traditional sense but she DOES dissociate when she gets like really agitated. it’s a fairly new symptom (or it used to happen rather a bit when she was younger but she seems to have blocked it out, because it stopped when she arrived at camp jupiter and only starts up again once the war is over.) it’s more connected to her emotional state than anything else.
  • she looks very outwardly chill when she’s dissociating and it tends to be the “my body is moving on autopilot but i actually have literally no control of what i’m doing rn and i feel like i’m watching myself from outside my body” kind. if it gets REALLY bad though (like as in she’s very very agitated and emotionally distressed) it’s the “who’s fucking hand is this” kind
  • her dogs act like therapy dogs, really. she’s such a lucky bastard to have them i swear
  • she can usually sense when she’s going nonverbal before it actually happens (Luck y BASTARD) so she’ll start communicating in grunts and one word answers on purpose to like, charge up, or store energy or whatever.
  • she’s really good at keeping several spoons on reserve for important moments. she unfortunately had a lot of time to practice this with a childhood as rough and awful as her’s was.
  • if she says “i don’t want to talk about this” she really fucking means i literally do not—cannot talk about this right now and if you do not drop it i am literally going to fucking lose it. she usually leaves the room before it gets that bad.
  • cc’s spa is such a nice place for her because she can just braid people’s hair for hours and hours and she doesn’t have to talk to them or look at them she can just like use their hair and it feels so stimmy and nice
  • she is a hu m m e r she does a steady monotone hum when she’s happy or content or relaxed. circe’s customers used to gossip about it and she got really embarrassed so she made herself stop, and she doesn’t pick up the habit again until she’s at camp jupiter.
  • jason always thought it was really cute and he wisely never commented on it because he had a feeling it would make her self conscious (he was right). he always felt strangely honored that she felt comfortable enough that she would do it in front of him (even if he didn’t understand that it was a stim, he clearly knew it was something she did when she was happy and relaxed and only when she was alone or alone with him).
  • she was selectively mute (partially nonverbal??? idk what the terminology is for this is actually but It’s A Thing) as a child and so that was how she got diagnosed, because her teachers were always like “um HELLO sir your daughter doesn’t speak to us?? literally ever???” and her dad was like a total deadbeat, so he probably just punished her for it or called her stupid or whatever, but hylla exhausted all her resources researching it and was the best most supportive big sister any autistic kid could ask for.
  • eye contact is super bad in one on one or small scale situations but once again she looks a lot more comfortable in a crowd because she can just stare at everyone’s forehead or scan faces without really seeing
  • she’s super hyperempathetic towards animals!!!! (don’t fucking make me think about scipio!!!!!!! there was no fucking reason he needed to die!!!!!!!!!!!)
  • also animals really like her. this is a helpful skill when meeting lupa, understandably. she’s very good at wolf language, considering she doesn’t use words as her like most primary kind of communication (and sometimes feels like verbal speech is impossible)

Lopsided cows deserve love too 💛

Vegetarians are doing great things by removing the bodies of animals from their diets, but oftentimes they don’t realize their dairy consumption is contributing to the harm of cows like Mario.

As a male calf born to the dairy industry (on a “free range” farm, might I add) he was deemed useless and thrown into a dead pile. Luckily a worker with a kind soul saw movement below the bodies and contacted farm sanctuary to save the now smooshed but still very alive Mario. Seventeen years later he’s a happy guy who spends his days asking for scratches and grazing with his best friend Linus.

Dantalion Djinn Equip (from the djinn equip booklet released in 2013)

A support djinn that controls space. It can transfer things from one place to another. It’s an ability that Ohtaka sensei wants for real.


-He’s answering Kouen’s summons. Other than instanteous movement, what kind of abilities is he hiding? Look forward to his role from now on!

Ohtaka’s Check

He didn’t appear that much up to now and the next time you see him he’s in full djinn equip mode (laugh). At first he was kind of based on Tengu, but when I finished that design he looked like a demon. His abililty is the most useful, isn’t it?


Cha Eunwoo (20 years old)

Position: Vocal

Nickname: 여심 스틸러, 차파고, Man Who Came From a Manga, Cha-Dumchit (t/n: a combination of his last name Cha and dudumchit, a kind of funny movement that he often does)

Keywords: #ASTRO’s Pale Man #Face genius (t/s: this is the literal translation) #Alarm clock

Eunwoo’s confession: Thank you for being a bright light for me.

People have a right to be angry, and a powerful, intersectional left agenda can direct that anger where it belongs, while fighting for holistic solutions that will bring a frayed society together… That is the task ahead. The Democratic party needs to be either decisively wrested from pro-corporate neoliberals, or it needs to be abandoned. From Elizabeth Warren to Nina Turner, to the Occupy alumni who took the Bernie campaign supernova, there is a stronger field of coalition-inspiring progressive leaders out there than at any point in my lifetime. We are “leaderful”, as many in the Movement for Black Lives say. So let’s get out of shock as fast as we can and build the kind of radical movement that has a genuine answer to the hate and fear represented by the Trumps of this world. Let’s set aside whatever is keeping us apart and start right now.
—  Naomi Klein [x]

animation experimentation with two of my life mottos 

i know everyone is eager to mobilize for 2018 but keep in mind that are plenty of local elections that need to be filled

teachers board, dog catcher, local mayor officers, all need to be filled

and they need to be filled by Dems 

while i do appreciate the protesting (as long as all of those people voted), protesting doesnt move ballots. protesting doesnt mobilize voters, doesnt make phone calls, doesnt build any kind of movement. the iraq war protests didnt stop the war. occupy wall street didnt change any bankers minds. 

takes this energy and mobilize in local elections. theres a reason when dems win u dont see many republicans out on the street protesting. they are taking over local constituencies instead. 

were gonna need a force in 2018 because the repubs are gonna make it hard as fuck to vote now that they dont have any checks. 

support local elections 

The Joker x Harley Quinn - Mephisto: Part 1

 Hey guys! This is my first imagine and series so, I hope you like it. If I must summarize it, it is about Harley and Mr. J’s origin story, which is completely different from the story that had been told; so brace yourselves with sth completely different. This Harley Quinn is completely different.

 Warnings: Out of character Harley Quinn, time to time Sherlock references

 The two bulky guards stepped into the empty room, nearly empty beside the steel table and two same material chairs placed in the middle of it. They were holding a man between them who was clearly obstructed from any kind of movement. Not because of the strength of the two men who were holding him tightly. More likely, the straightjacket he was forced to wear did ninety percent of the work.
 One of the guards pushed him onto the chair, not so kindly. He growled when the other tied his ankle to the table with chains. He jerked his head to see the place the guard put the key in but his completely-out-of-place green hair restricted his vision. Placing a creepy smile on his face, he threw his head back in order to face the guard behind him.
“Excuse me…” his smile got even bigger, if that was physically possible. “My hair is preventing me from seeing your totally punchable face.” His infamous laughter escaped from his lips, totally pleased with his insult. “Could you be so kind to help me? I’m a bit… tied up at the moment…”
What he got was a kick in the back of his head, instead of a little help.
“Geez, it seems they don’t pay these folks the amount they used to, old ones used to be a lot patient back then.” The infamous laughter echoed in the room as the two guards left. After the laughter died down the green haired man slowly started to feel bored as the time went by. Where the hell was his new doctor? Where the hell was his new pathetic man to scare to death this time?
He jerked his head to see his new toy after he heard the door slowly opening.
The person who was standing on the doorsill was neither a man, nor looked pathetic.
She looked gorgeous.
The woman standing on the doorsill had an elegant figure. The blouse and the tight skirt she was wearing emphasized her beautiful curves; first three buttons of the blouse unbuttoned, displaying the man a pleasant view. As she walked, the sound of her high heels clacking echoed through the room. She sat onto the steel chair across the green haired man’s and crossed her legs. When she lifted her head to face the man he felt like his heart started pounding a little bit faster with excitement.
Her face was quite a view to look at.
Her blue eyes pinned to his, full rose-colored lips having the shape of a smirk, small and pointy nose, milk white skin and golden curls… Her slender hand reached out to adjust her glasses and her pretty voice tinkled in the man’s ears:
“Pardon me for my delayed arrival Mr. Joker, it’s a pleasure to meet you finally. I’m Dr. Harleen Quinzel, your new psychiatrist.”
Her voice sounded confident. The Joker smiled at the thought. He’d see how confident she would be when he’s over with her.
“No reason to apologize doll.” He cracked his neck as he growled. “You’re worth waiting for thousand years since you’re the prettiest face I’ve seen for months.”
Harleen Quinzel smiled. “No, no, no, no Mr. Joker, you’re mistaken. I’m your new psychiatrist, not your new toy; although I have a nice package just like a doll, as you so nicely put it.”
The Joker’s eyes widened at her answer. Words couldn’t describe how amused he was, he felt like he was on cloud nine. Finally after months, he wasn’t offered a boring, fragile toy.
He was offered the game itself. A game that he will win.
The gorgeous, clever, interesting, confident… and probably the feminist game.
So, as expected, he started to play. “As you wish Harley…” he stopped to observe her reaction, she didn’t seem to object. “Call me Mr. J.”
She giggled. “Ok, that is even cooler than the Joker somehow… Then, shall we start?”
Mr. J rolled his eyes. “Lemme guess, my past…”
She silenced him by a movement of her hand. “Not at all Mr. J, not at all. I am not interested in who was Mr. J for now. I cannot change the past by knowing it. What I want to know is who you are now. So tell me what is the most annoying thing about Batman in your opinion?”
Mr. J’s mouth opened at the sudden unexpected question. Then he smiled, she truly was a good player.
“He doesn’t get the joke, he’s too serious, he doesn’t know how to play but still does. He cares… so much.” Joker said, squinting his eyes in mild disgust.
“I see…” Harleen replied. She took her pen to write down his answer. While she was writing, she mumbled the words. “He’s… a… drama… queen.”
The joker burst into laughter. Damn, she was so… good. He laid his head on the cool surface of the table and muttered trying to stop himself from laughing: “Well, that’s a way to put it.”
“So, the second question. Green or purple?”
“Come on, now. I really wonder. Which is your favorite?”
He sighed. “Purple.”
She started writing again. “A… man… with… good… taste.”
He was flattered by her compliment and really wondered what the next question was.
“So, tell me now. What is the one thing you think you will never get no matter how hard you try?”
He was surprised by the new question, she was getting serious now. He decided it was his time to play now. He looked right into her eyes: “Guess it, whatcha think it is?”
“I don’t think, I know what it is.”
“Oooo, those are big words for such a little girl.”
Elementary for a woman.”
Mr J observed her carefully, trying to guess what she thought she knew and he laughed:
“Wrong, Harley. It’s not getting out from this hellhole, the answer is, you.”
“Now why would I think that Mr. J? You’ve been here before multiple times, it’s safe to assure you’ll get out again and maybe again and again… And we both know that the answer is not me.”
Joker licked his lips and purred like a hungry animal. “Great signal you’re giving there Harley. That means I can get you if I try.”
Harleen looked at him like a parent scolding her child: “No, Mr. J. That means you think you can get me if you try. You know how to manipulate, you consider yourself the greatest at that game and no offense but your ego is immense.” She started laughing. “So, why the hell the great genius crime lord would think he wouldn’t be able to get in the mind of a plain woman no matter how hard he tries?”
If the sparks in Mr. J’s eyes  were real, they would set the room on fire at that moment. “No, no, no… Tsk, tsk, tsk… I wouldn’t use the word “plain”, not at all. What do you think I think I can never get, Harley? I reaaally reaaally wonder…”
Harleen wrote something on her notebook but this time she didn’t read it out loud. After she finished writing, she tore up the page and placed it in front of the Joker, on the table. She stood up and looked down to meet his eyes. The Joker didn’t look at the paper, he was concentrated on her eyes. The slender hand of hers reached out for his hair, her fingers fixing the misplaced strands. He purred at her touch, it sent shivers down to his spine. She smiled and turned around to leave the room.
He read her notes only then.

Patient Name: Mr. J
-Observant: Batman is a drama queen.
-He has a good taste: Purple
-Egoistic and flirty: I don’ even have to bother giving a proof.
-Genius: he’s the head of the crime world for god’s sake!
-But he will never get the feeling of satisfaction no matter how hard he tries.

 So, that was the first part :), it doesn’t seem so different by now except Quinzel’s sharp tongue; but I assure you… the game is on!

The grace of dyspraxic movement

People talk about grace as an able-bodied thing, of fluid motions and swift feet, of a body that never bumps, never hurts, never wavers.

But I see a different kind of grace in movement that does not come with ease.

I see a grace in slowness, a grace heavy with thought, with the weight of deliberate motion.

I see the silent humility in the willingness to fall and pick oneself up again (and again) (and again).

I see the tremendous gift of movement dedicated to others, of a sandwich made for a loved one with great effort, of the willingness to dance with a partner despite the risk, of the trust and love that goes into every motion.

I see the elegance in bruised arms and legs that have braved too many walls, table corners, and miscalculated movements.

I see the grace in accepting help.

I see the mouth that has faced insult and injury, and dares to smile again.

I see the strength in vulnerability, in admitting to having a bad day, in reaching out for help, in working through one’s own pain.

I see that beauty comes in many forms, and that each person has their own unique grace, which no one can take away from them.

Random thought of the day.

I wish there was an app that helped introverts find the right kind of friends for them. Like an algorithm that matched people according to what memes they like and what kind of art movements they are into and if they are into pineapple on pizza or not or which side of the sofa they like sitting on when they are watching movies. 

Even if there was one, it would probably be taken over by sex pervs eventually like everything else does. 

I donno man.