Kina Fernández Spring/Summer 2006 Madrid #NewBeginning #BeKind

“The chief beauty about time is that you cannot waste it in advance. The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you, as perfect, as unspoiled, as if you had never wasted or misapplied a single moment in all your life. You can turn over a new leaf every hour if you choose.” - Arnold Bennett

The chief beauty about time
is that you cannot waste it in advance.
The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you,
as perfect, as unspoiled,
as if you had never wasted or misapplied
a single moment in all your life.
You can turn over a new leaf every hour
if you choose.

Damn, Horikoshi. So I’ve been trying to find this article for a while because seeing ‘mountain climbing’ on Kacchan’s profile immediately reminded me of it; the whole thing is interesting but here are the relevant parts:

As Matthew Barlow, a postdoctoral researcher in sports psychology at Bangor University, Wales, puts it: “Climbing something like Everest is boring, toilsome and about as far from an adrenaline rush as you can get.”

A climber himself, Barlow suspected that sensation-seeking theory has long been misapplied to mountaineers. His research suggests that, compared to other athletes, mountaineers tend to possess an exaggerated “expectancy of agency”. In other words, they crave a feeling of control over their lives. Because the complexities of modern life defy such control, they are forced to seek agency elsewhere. As Barlow explains: “To demonstrate that I have influence over my life, I might go into an environment that is incredibly difficult to control – like the high mountains.”

Flirting with mortality, in other words, is part of the appeal. “If you can escape death or dodge fatal accidents, it allows you the illusion of heroism, even though I don’t think it’s truly heroic,” says David Roberts, a mountaineer, journalist and author based in Massachusetts. “It’s not like playing poker where the worst that could happen is you lose some money. The stakes are ultimate ones.”

Barlow and colleagues also found that mountaineers believe that they struggle emotionally, especially when it came to loving partner relationships. They may compensate for this by becoming experts at dealing with emotions in another, more straightforwardly terrifying realm. “The emotional anxiety of everyday life is confusing, ambiguous and diffuse, and you don’t know the source of it,” Barlow says. “In the mountains, the emotion is fear, and the source is clear: if I fall, I die.”

homonormativity is a useful concept explained by Lisa Duggan as the conservative respectability politics espoused by (petty) bourgeois queers to solidify their class power, over working and lumpen queers as well as the working class more generally. it’s irritating seeing this radical queer critique of embourgeoisement in our culture being utterly misapplied by straight people for fundamentally homophobic purposes.

PSA: Being "queer" is not open-membership

You do not get to take on the language of the gay community or misapply the words used to denigrate us to yourself if you are not also willing to subject yourself to the same oppressive struggle we endure every day.

Calling yourself “queer” or any other slur or label is not a cute way to identify, especially if you are not same-sex attracted. If being part of an oppressor class makes you uncomfortable, good. It should. But using the words only we have the right to reclaim, using the words people who are like you use to make us seem less than human, expanding the definitions of these words to include yourself solely on the basis of things as normal as thinking gender roles are bullshit or not subscribing to patriarchal or heteronormative ideals … all that is just a ploy to separate yourself from the oppressor class so that you do not feel guilty for being like them, so that you do not risk being identified as one of them.

But guess what? It doesn’t actually solve anything. All it does it dilute our language, makes discourse more difficult, and expands the meaning of the words specific to us to people who do not share the same struggle, the same experiences. There is power in language, and you do not get a free pass to changing it to make yourself feel better.

If you want to help the gay community, stop being a bigot. Be proactive, volunteer in the community to provide services to those who need them, lobby your congressmen. Protest alongside us. And never, ever speak over us.

And while you’re at it, stop referring to individuals in the community as “queer” without their express permission. It’s still a slur, and reclaiming a slur happens on an individual basis. I know you want a catch-all phrase for all identities and the entire community as a whole, but “queer” is not it.

I love how Snape has a profound respect for magic and what it’s capable of. For most wizards they view magic as convenient (the Weasleys) or as a means to an end (Voldemort, Grindelwald, sometimes Dumbledore) but Snape has suffered because of magic. He’s experienced firsthand how it can be misapplied. He creates spells but is always cautious to create counter spells. He experiments with Potions and pushes boundaries but still respects the consequences of it. He starts his lectures with reverent monologues about magic and the importance of mastering it. And he’s spent his entire life dealing with circumstances outside of his control and so he learns to harness and control the power he has within himself. Magic is not just a hobby or this cool trick he can do or because he’s lazy and magic is so much better than the “Muggle way”. It’s a necessity.

cypheroftyr  asked:

Dorian, Jellyfish

Jellyfish - A thousand little stings

“Vint,” said Dorian, with misapplied pride.

“Traitor,” Fiona offered, with gloomy vehemence.

Her hands were not just diminutive, he noticed, but immaculate as well.

“Blood mage.”

“Oh, I’ve gotten that, too,” she said. Under her careful magic, the tiny paper cuts along his palm receded, numbed and pinked without puckering, along with the softly fading marks criss-crossing his fingers. She was an absolute marvel with healing. He barely felt a thing. Her concentration didn’t show, though it was evident in her voice as she continued their game.  


“Good one.” Dorian chuckled. “How about-”

“This is a terrible way to pass the time,” declared Fiona.  She ran her small hands once more over Dorian’s palm, icy blue tendrils of light leaking and thinning into nothingness, and then released him. “I think this is all I can do for you.  I hope it helped.”

“Immeasurably,” he replied, flexing.  In his restored hand, she pressed a tiny pot, which he opened and sniffed with care. It smelled neither potent nor comforting, nor of anything in particular. A pale yellow mystery.  “What’s this, a balm? Tell me I’m not holding some backwoods Southern recipe made of mushrooms and bear fat.”

“Beeswax.  For the tips of your fingers,” Fiona sighed. “If you intend to continue your studies with such enthusiasm, the wax will help you turn pages faster, and with fewer injuries.”

He capped the pot and gave her a smile, one that he relied upon for gratitude and apologies in equal measure.  Allowing himself some immodesty, it was an effective smile.  But she didn’t return it.  In fact, as he studied her face, he could not remember having seen so much as a smirk from her in all their time at Skyhold.

“Dorian, your last insult, what was it?”

The corners of his mouth fell, just a fraction. He hadn’t the strength to lie, to conjure brightness.  Perhaps she’d taken that in her ministrations, as she took his pain.  Most of it, at any rate.

“Disappointment.  It was the only thing that came to mind,” he said. “Though, according to the rules it wouldn’t have counted, and I would have lost the game.”

Fiona did smile then, a thing fit for weeping, and went to the railing that circumnavigated the library.  She clutched it lightly in her hands. Such small hands.

“Is the hurt lesser or greater for being unspoken? I can’t tell.” She looked up at the dust motes and dark, downy feathers drifting in the tower. “But no, as you say, it’s not technically an insult.”

Dorian held the little pot of wax tighter, and sparks of stubborn pain returned to his cuts.

“My dear Grand Enchanter, technicalities are everything.”

A lot of people have a very poor understanding of how privilege/oppression is supposed to work. Privilege is just a construct designed to explain some of the benefits of living as a group that oppresses other groups. If a given group has some random advantages in limited situations that does not mean they are a “privileged group” in the sense used in social discourse. 

There’s a lot of problems with the privilege/oppression dichotomy partially for this reason. You have social justice activists who misunderstand and misapply the concept to create fictional “privileges” and oppression olympics and then you have MRA types who think some perceived injustices or social values that seem to give limited advantages to a group in very specific situations (like identity based scholarships) nullify the existence of patriarchy or racism.

Gold by Crayonkat
Gender: Female
Pronouns: she/her/hers
Height: 5′ 6″
Weapon:Giant Gold Shovel
Gem Type: gold
Likes:Toys,Jewelry, Making people Smile, Sweets, Fruits, and Dance Music.
Dislikes: Assumptions
Hobbies:Gold enjoys tinkering and building things. She also enjoys collecting Earth Toys, especially from Gacha machines.
Talents/Skills:Gold has a special ability to deform under compressive stress. This allows her to take quite a beating before actually taking damage from physical hits.
Relationships: Salt -Best Friend, Silver- Dating
Personality: She’s playful and high-spirited whilst still remaining practical. There are times, however, she can misapply the talents she has causing herself to become over-extended, scattered, and undisciplined. She’s slightly impatient and impulsive, though that can be both a negative and positive thing. She worries about hurting the feelings of others, but she also refuses to keep her opinions to herself. She knows when something is wrong and she’s going to tell you about it. She can be a bit hard to handle in and her strange nature can come off as intimidating, but she’s really friendly and sweet. Honest.

Every lie is made believable and reinforced by misapplied truth. This is how the truth of God which is intended to bring life can be used as a tool of destruction and death. This is why God gave us the holy spirit as an application manual enabling us to receive truth in its proper context. Reading the bible without the holy spirit is not reading the word of God, it's reading a novel, and it's more dangerous than not reading it at all.

I feel like “this ship is abusive” is everyone’s pet phrase when trashing ships on tumblr, and its 100% misapplied and weakening the impact of what abuse is. Grow up and just admit you don’t like something instead of fabricating these elaborate rationals for why. 

What does it mean to pray in Jesus’ name?

Prayer in Jesus’ name is taught in John 14:13-14, “And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Son may bring glory to the Father. You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it.” Some misapply this verse, thinking that saying “in Jesus’ name” at the end of a prayer results in God’s always granting what is asked for. This is essentially treating the words “in Jesus’ name” as a magic formula. This is absolutely unbiblical.

Praying in Jesus’ name means praying with His authority and asking God the Father to act upon our prayers because we come in the name of His Son, Jesus. Praying in Jesus’ name means the same thing as praying according to the will of God, “This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us"whatever we ask"we know that we have what we asked of him” (1 John 5:14-15). Praying in Jesus’ name is praying for things that will honor and glorify Jesus.

Saying “in Jesus’ name” at the end of a prayer is not a magic formula. If what we ask for or say in prayer is not for God’s glory and according to His will, saying “in Jesus’ name” is meaningless. Genuinely praying in Jesus’ name and for His glory is what is important, not attaching certain words to the end of a prayer. It is not the words in the prayer that matter, but the purpose behind the prayer. Praying for things that are in agreement with God’s will is the essence of praying in Jesus’ name.

I apologize for the misapplied lipstick but I was just itching to participate in #reclaimthebindi I used to hate my culture because I thought it was weird. I was the only Indian kid in my grade up until middle school, so I was never really exposed to Indian culture within my peers. I was assimilated from my culture and it lead to me having a hatred for anything associated with it. I started to stop speaking Tamil and I never brought Indian food for lunch at school. I still feel assimilated from my culture bc other brown kids at my school say I’m “not brown enough” bc I don’t fit the Indian stereotype and it hurts. I can’t speak or understand Hindi, so I don’t watch Bollywood movies and I used to get shamed for that in a way. I’m learning to love my culture and I want to fight for the people who have been assimilated from their culture longer than I have and have faced way worse. #reclaimthebindi

When others construct and model you favorably, it’s easy to let them keep at it, even if they start going off in ways that aren’t immediately comfortable or right. This is the challenge for Asians in America. How do you say no to what seems like a compliment? From the very start we don’t wish to be rude or inconsiderate. So we stay silent in our guises. We misapply what our parents taught us. I’m as guilty as anyone.
—  Chang-rae Lee, Native Speaker
Advice: Developing Writing Style

yeditsaj asked:

Hello again amazingly useful person! I have been writing for pretty much my whole life and last year I gave my story to someone to read, and their feedback was that I was still trying to find my style. I wasn’t sure if I had a style, so what can I do to find it? And if it is that obvious, then what can I do to strengthen and build upon my style so that this isn’t a concern?

Style is one of my least favorite topics when it comes to writing, mainly because it’s a criticism cliché that is far too often misapplied. When we talk about style, what we’re really referring to are the patterns of writing that are common to a particular author. For example, things like sentence length, word choice, balance of action and exposition, amount of dialogue, typical structure of paragraphs and sentences, and amount of description. Trying to develop your style is a lot like trying to develop your personality. Sure–there are things you can do to improve your personality, like having good manners and being polite, but personality is more or less just part of who you are. It’s the culmination of your experiences and upbringing, your neurological wiring and chemical balance. Writing style is kind of the same way. There are things you can do to improve it, like work on your description, learn how to write effective sentences, and learn how to balance exposition and action–but things like sentence structure, paragraph length, how you work dialogue in, the words you choose, etc., those are inherent to you as a writer. They’re part of who you are, and not only can style vary slightly between projects, it’s likely to change over time as your writing experience grows.

So, really, the best thing you can do to develop your style is keep writing and write a lot. People who criticize writing style may not understand what they’re actually talking about, so don’t sweat it. If you want to, go through some of your more recent works and look for patterns. What do you tend to do in all your stories? For example, maybe you write really short sentences or really long once. Maybe you use a lot of dialogue or very little. Or, maybe you have short descriptive passages or long ones. Those recurring elements are part of your style. Keep writing, keep practicing, and your style will continue to develop with experience. :)

As you well know, one of the keys to my success is a clear and insistent understanding of my own limitations. So often, people over estimate themselves, misapply their gifts. The cleaner suddenly fancies herself the strategist. Wisdom is learning the boundaries of one’s designated lane. For instance, this, I will do poorly, clumsily, with more mess than necessary. It’ll take longer and be considerably more unpleasant to boot. But I can’t very well have you do it, can I?
—  Red to Kaplan, as he prepares to behead the baddie, S4E1.