my dad taught me

k, like, again…my dad ain’t perfect. but he taught me the importance of work ethic, and that you need to pull your weight and be grateful for what you have. and i cannot STAND people who take advantage, especially when its man children who think women are here just to serve you.

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            marvel character posters | matt murdock
            We all want to live in a world where we can make a difference. But the ethical paradox can wear you down. And sometimes you have to lie. Even as you fight for, truth and justice, even if you’re a lawyer who has sworn to live by the truth, you willingly bear false witness. I lied to shield my friends. A sin is a sin– That wasn’t me shielding anyone or dismissing a perceived danger. That wasn’t an act of integrity.That was me fighting to preserve a lie. Keep it alive. Give it power. That’s different. That’s not what we should be doing. My dad taught me better than that. I’m Daredevil. That’s the truth.

Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off and if you hate how he acts when he’s out of it, you’ll hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.
—  Something my dad taught me
  • *Cops are coming after JD and Veronica.*
  • Veronica: What are you doing?!
  • JD: I got an idea.
  • *JD veers off road*
  • Cop 1: What the hell?
  • JD: When I stop the car, run out screaming.
  • Veronica: No problem.
  • JD: Little trick my dad taught me....
  • *JD stops car in field and they run out screaming*
  • JD: BEES! BEES IN THE CAR! BEES EVERYWHERE! GOD, THEY'RE HUGE! THEY'RE RIPPING MY FLESH OFF!
  • Cop 1: Son......roll around! Do you hear me? Roll around on the ground!
  • JD: FORGET THAT, I'M STARTING TO SWELL UP!
  • Veronica: Save yourself, JD! Don't be the hero!
  • Cop 2: Frank, I'm allergic to bees.
  • Cop 1: Me too.....
  • JD: They're huge and they sting crazy!!!!
  • Cop 1: Uh....We'll come back later to check on you!
  • JD: Save yourselves! Your firearms are useless against them!
  • *cops get in car and drive off*
  • JD: Holy shnikees, it worked!
I’d like to think that a defiant attitude is a defining feature of my personality, but a the same time, if people try to rile me up by saying nasty things, I just don’t rise to it any more, even if it’s something racially prejudiced or a slight on my religion or my family. I don’t want to stop at the level of anyone who’s giving me grief. I’m proud of my beliefs, of the way I live my life. My mum and dad have taught me well in that respect. They gave me a firm foundation for learning how to be a good and tolerant person.
—  Zayn

Low-key head canon that Artemis is trained in everything. Like EVERYTHING. Like, sure, she’s bitchin’ with a bow and everything, but all of a sudden she surprises the team by being on pointe when she goes undercover at a ballet studio.

And not only are her recon pictures good, they’re surprisingly aesthetically pleasing because she took that photography class that one time.

Or what about that one time she was with Zatanna and, while she can’t do real magic, she astounds the group with her amazing sleight of hand card tricks.

Or or or that one time they had a tanks or whatever reason that none of them could drive because, hello, they’re 16. They can barely drive cars, let alone tanks. But then all of a sudden Artemis hops into the front seat and goes like a pro bc ‘yeah, my dad taught me a while ago’

Just… Artemis having all of these hidden talents that nobody else even knows about because she’s so secretive.

you ever just…
get jealous of little boys?
not in a pedophelic way, just in a
“wow, you have an entire part of life that i can never have.” sort of way.

because its hard dealing with the fact that you arent and never will be cis.
honest.
i cant even swallow that sentence.

its hard understanding that your life will be so drastically different and scary and dangerous than those little cis boys who didnt even ask for it
and get to spend time with mothers who dont question their behaviors
and learn to throw a football from their dad and
go play in the mud with their friends everyday while you…

you gotta teach yourself.
from the beginning.

my dad never taught me to tie a tie.
i googled it and spent hours of frustration in front of the mirror
until i got so angry and mad
because
he
never
did,
because thats not something
you teach a ‘young lady’.

my mother doesn’t introduce me
to new people as her son.
instead she chokes on thick air
as we all become uncomfortable.

i have lost so many friends,
that i sit in the parking lot of my old elementary school alone,
watching little boys play basketball
watching their families show such pride and
admiration for their sons, their brothers…

we have so much more work to do on ourselves
not just physically,
with T-shots and top surgery,
but i feel that the hardest obstacle we must face
is the fact that we have to work so much
harder to love ourselves.
to learn to be socialized in ways that we
have never even thought before
and take over where we were left off.
pushed out
sitting on the edge of the road
wondering where it all went wrong.

we have so much left that
we have to learn.

how to tie a tie.
how to play football or hockey.
how to be respected.
how to shave a beard, how to not feel so emotionally out of control how to be assertive and hypermasculine and all …

j u s t s o w e a r e t a k e n s e r i o u s l y .

it hurts that i dont have
what they didnt ask for.
it hurts being jealous
of a 5 year old boy
just simply walking through an airport
with his mother
sporting a bright orange flyers jersey
with broad shoulders and the ability to breathe…

i know i might be screaming about nothing
but my pain is valid.
it’s cliché, but
instead of hockey jerseys,
i was forced into skirts and dresses and tiny light up shoes.
things they knew hurt me, made me
feel vulnerable and uncomfortable,
that from age 7
made me want to tear my skin off
and i am ashamed to talk about that…

instead of a loving family
having my back
i got one
that shuns the very idea
that i have become myself
and threatens,
holding my life, my future, over the balance,
in an attempt to convince me
to change.

i am right to be upset.
i am right to be jealous.
i do deserve respect.

but now,
i just have to pick up where i left off,
and learn from new people.
new experiences.
a new life.

but god, it’s just so hard sometimes.

So what, it’s just every man for himself, then, huh? Everything I learned in church, all the praying that my mom did for the sick and the dying, all the… all the community projects my dad worked on, basically, everything that they taught me… it was all bullshit? They’re idiots and I’m just the only asshole in the world who didn’t know?
— 

Malcolm, “Jessica Jones”

Anyone got gifs of this? Eka Darville plays it like I feel right now.

I’m gonna take this April Fools Day to tell you about my favorite trick that my dad taught me as a kid.

So I was around ten at the time and my dad was trying to get us off of our newfangled game boys and pocket monsters by challenging us to jump a broomstick, aka jumping over a broomstick while holding the broomstick without letting go of the broomstick. Details aren’t TOO important but what is important is that there was a broomstick involved.

As one of my friends finally makes it over the stick, we hear water start running, followed by my dad carefully carrying a wet pie tin our way. He got up on a chair and told us he was going to show us a really neat trick where you tape a pie tin full of water up to the ceiling for a while and something cool is supposed to happen. My dad has to go get the tape from across the room, so he asks my friend to hold up the pie tin with his broomstick, since my dad was the only one tall enough to reach the ceiling. My friend agrees and uses the broomstick to hole the pie tin against the ceiling.

And then my dad just leaves him there, holding a pie tin full of water up against the ceiling with a broomstick, and he starts laughing. He had moved the chair and instructed us not to help him. Of course I was freaking out because my mom was a neat freak and would probably lose her mind if water got everywhere.

After a few minutes of being trapped under the pie tin for a solid five minutes, my friend came up with a plan to shift the broomstick to a certain angle so that all the water that spilled out would go somewhere that my mom wouldn’t have a panic attack. Best case, we could launch the pie tin at dad. But right as we tried to shift it, we lost balance in some way, and the pie tin came falling down straight toward us.

And that was when we learned that my dad had only pretended to fill it with water.

The Signs as 50% Off Makoto Quotes

Aries: “I think Haru should be the captain.  I like him in those positions… of leadership!”

Taurus: “Look, if Kou wants to sit around drawing Steven Universe fanart instead of contributing anything useful to society, I say we let her.”

Gemini: “Haru, I got your favourite: Mackerel.  At least I think it’s your favourite.  Look at him, working hard, all sweaty.  He doesn’t even know I’m watching him.  Yeah…” [unzips his pants]

Cancer:  “Come on, Haru! You can do me! It! It. You can do it.”

Leo: “Don’t worry, Rei.  This swimming stuff is easy.  My dad taught me to swim when I was little.  We went white water rafting and he just pushed me right out.  Heh, I hit so many rocks.  Ya know how they say sticks and stones can break your bones? Yeah, that’s not just a phrase.” [Rei explodes]

Virgo: “Okay! It’s gonna be an easy swim from Camp Keating-Keating…” [Spanish accent] “From Camp Keating, to the nuclear test island, all the way to the town of Witchpyre, and then finally back here to Fantasy Island.”

Libra: “I think we could all use some time off-to try on new swimsuits, in tight changing rooms, with tight… tight swimsuits… Oh, look, I can use my rudder now.”

Scorpio:  “Is this a regular flashback? Or a sexy flashback?” [sexual music plays] “Oooh, sexy flashback.”

Sagittarius: “I wet the bed one time, Nagisa! And now I can’t find my copy of Okami.  Am I a dog? Am I the sun? I’ll never know!”

Capricorn: “Rookie mistake, Nagisa.  You have to be extra quiet so they don’t know you’re there.  I even practiced breathing techniques, so Haru can’t hear me.”

Aquarius: “Uh, hey, Rei.  Take your sass, put it in your pocket.”

Pisces:  “And then Crowley handcuffed Dean to the chair, roughly straddling his–whoooa, okay.  Let’s just, uh… let’s put that one in the ol’ backpack for safe keeping.”

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Women directed March U.S. releases

March 2
Songs My Brothers Taught Me dir. Chloé Zhao (LIMITED)

March 4
Trapped dir. Dawn Porter (LIMITED)

March 11
River of Grass dir. Kelly Reichardt (LIMITED) re-release
City of Gold dir. Laura Gabbert (LIMITED) 
Lolo dir. Julie Delpy (LIMITED)
Yaloms Cure dir. Sabine Gisiger (LIMITED)

March 16
Miracles From Heaven dir. Patricia Riggen (WIDE)

March 18
The Brainwashing of My Dad dir. Jen Senko (LIMITED) 
Sweet Bean dir. Naomi Kawase (LIMITED)

March 25
The Invitation dir. Karyn Kusama (LIMITED + VOD)  Moved to April 8

Recipe: Crab Cakes

Description: Crab, bread crumbs, and egg formed into patties then fried to a golden brown. 

Game ingredients: Wheat Flour, Crab, Oil, Egg

This recipe restores 225 energy, 90 health, and gives a +1 Speed bonus and a +1 Defense bonus. It can be obtained from the Cooking Channel and sells for 275g. 

Difficulty: Easy, 45 minutes. Serves 2.

This is a recipe my dad taught me. 

-a 227g package of cooked flaked crab (use imitation, it’s cheaper)
-1 egg
-12 to 14 saltine crackers 
-¼ cup bread crumbs 
-⅓ cup milk
-1 tablespoon mustard
-Paprika, to taste 
-Ground pepper, to taste 
-3 to 4 tablespoons canola oil, for frying

In a bowl, finely crush the saltine crackers and combine with the bread crumbs. Add the egg and mix well. 

Pour in the milk, then add the paprika, pepper, and mustard. Pull off the pieces of the flaked crab and rip them into smaller bits, and stir the whole mixture well. 

Refrigerate for 30 minutes to an hour-this helps the mixture hold its shape before cooking. Carefully form the mixture into six patties.

In a frying pan, heat the oil on medium-high, then turn the heat to medium-low. Place the patties in the pan and cook for 4-5 minutes, then flip and cook for another 4-5. Protip: Flatten them out a bit after flipping them. Being cooked on the one side will help hold its shape and then flattening them will result in even cooking distribution. 

Pat with a paper towel to absorb excess oil before serving. 

I may or may not have eaten all of them in one sitting. 

-SVR

“It was the first thing my dad taught me, you know..”

Hannibal watched him as Will approached his space, sat between his legs and basically made him his bed, just because he can. Will could feel the smile radiating off Hannibal’s face.

“..that here in the sea, the stars are your comrades.”

He lazily points a finger upward, following a train of stars.

“These two are your friends.” Will says as  he pauses and shifts to a constellation opposite. “Spring up, fall down.”

He points to one star, directly above him. “And that’s your best friend.”

“Polaris.” Hannibal supplies. “The star that would always take you home.”

Will smiled to himself. “I used to call bullshit on it. One star couldn’t just be able to miraculously substitute directions.” Hannibal felt his body getting heavier, along with an audible sigh. Will closes his eyes.

"But maybe… I take it back.”

Silence hung in the air. Will hadn’t felt this comfortable in years.

Hanniversary request for @imlostinthedream who wanted Will and Hannibal cuddling under the night sky. I’m sorry I used a stock photo for the stars (I collect too many of them ||orz||), but this one was so PRETTY.