It's 12:52am and im wondering why we broke up if we both cried until 5am in the car last night talking about us.
The saddest end to a relationship is one where you have to break up with somebody when you’re still in love with them. It sounds bizarre but it happens, because the truth is, as powerful and as thrilling and as wonderful as it may be, love isn’t always enough and to be in love doesn’t always mean you’re happy. You can continue to love someone even after they’ve hurt you, but you know deep inside yourself that it won’t ever be the same again, so at some point, you have to let them go. When is the right time? You never know. That’s the sad part, too. You just have to walk to the edge of it all and jump, learning to grow back the wings you once had on the way down.
I saw the photos you posted of stairs. You say they are "severed from context to emphasise the absurdity of their design". I don't know much about architecture and I certainly don't see the absurdity of the stairs' structures (within a context, ofc). They are not the shortest route between start and beginning, but their repetitiveness and structural homogeneity gives a sense of natural to them that, to me, makes them feel as a valid piece of environment. Why do you see them absurd?
First off, the text included on the photoset was provided by the artist to describe their work. Second, any one of us might consider a specific thing of the many things we take for granted absurd, it is an opinion based on our own personal experiences.
I appreciate people that try and stick up for Reylo shippers, but if one of your reasons are that “we’re young and don’t know any better” please don’t do that.
It’s just really shitty and messy either way. It’s simplifying a fandom down to one certain demographic just so you can feel better about supporting it or hating on it. Not only is that statistically incorrect, but by saying that to “support” us you are still belittling teenage girls for their “lack of reasoning to like a better ship” and it’s shitty. Teenage girls have been a target of belittlement since the beginning of fricken history, and while your intentions may be good your reasons for supporting us aren’t.
You’re (and no, I don’t mean all of you– if you know your reasons for supporting others are good then it’s fine) essentially saying “they’re kind of too stupid to know any better, but they’re not hurting anyone so just leave them to play in their corner of the fandom”.
Stop using teenage girls as an excuse for your own personal agenda. I know a lot of people do this kind of thing unintentionally because it’s been ingrained into our culture to look down on teenage girls, but please stop.
This is boiling down to:
“Teenage girls are so stupid! We must purify them and save them from this thing they decided they like!”
“Leave teenage girls alone! They’re young babies and don’t know any better!”
Both sides are belittling young females and discrediting their ability to think critically.
↳9.08 A Rush of Blood to the Head ♔ “You know, with David, I could never see us having kids. You know? I loved how spontaneous our life was early on. With Clay it’s different. I’m less concerned about our future. Whatever happens, happens. It’ll be a dream come true whatever it is.”
Let me talk for a moment about how harmful it is to accuse someone of faking their illnesses without solid evidence of them doing so.
Many of us come to Tumblr as our escape from the real world. People who know us personally are often misunderstanding of what we’re going through. They do not understand how difficult it is to live with chronic pain, to have severe dietary restrictions, to not have the energy to do what everyone expects us to be able to do. Social media has given us the opportunity to connect with people who actually know how we’re feeling. These people are able to empathize with us and offer us advice on dealing with our condition(s). In a way, they become out closest friends.
Now, when one of us is casually blogging about what is going on in their life, one of who things is going to happen:
1) They perfectly explain their situation. Every diagnosis, every medication, every procedure, every fact is presented so clearly and accurately that even their harshest critic is going to say, “Okay, yeah, that makes sense.”
2) They won’t.
They may have misunderstood something their doctor said. They may think that they were prescribed one medication, but were actually prescribed another. Or maybe they just plain suck at describing things.
When the latter happens, a good supporter can either ignore the oops, or they can kindly ask questions to clarify.
A bad supporter, however, starts screaming “faker” to everyone who will listen.
In the past, our community has been hit with a few Munchausen’s cases. These were obvious: claims of a service dog whose breed changed multiple times over the duration of a couple months, central lines that changed location in each picture, “admitted to the hospital” pictures taken in king-size beds. You know the deal. It’s infuriating to see someone who will fake an illness that many are suffering and even dying from.
But as it has been mentioned by others before, people on Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, etc, who are speaking about being chronically illness are SO UNLIKELY to be faking that illness. The support-seekers online vastly outnumber the attention-seekers.
So before you decide to play hero and call someone out on faking because of a “hunch” or something that could be a simple misunderstanding, stop and think, “Why do I feel the need to rip away the support source of someone who needed that support so bad that they reveal their personal information to thousand of people online? And wow, why am I such an asshole?”
Imagine - you’re Kylo Ren’s boyfriend and he loves to kiss you, he’ll stop you in the hallway, take off his mask and kiss you, just because he can.
Imagine - deciding to go a day without giving one kiss to Bem, and he doesn’t know why. So he tries different things to get you to kiss him. (E.G. pretending to fall asleep and telling you only a true love’s kiss will wake him, tell you that kissing is healthy…)
Imagine - having a cesarean section scar, he pays special attention to it and always kisses it. Because it saved you and the baby
Imagine - kissing his scar on his face, since he’s insecure about and you tell him how beautiful it is.
Imagine - him kissing everyone of your fingers and he tells you his mother used to do it, so that everything he touched would spread love.
Imagine - him kissing your temple when you have a headache
Imagine - when your angry, or sad, you refuse to face him. So he wraps his arms around you and kisses the back of your neck until your calm
Imagine - you two have an argument and he nearly hurts you. You storm away and stay away from him for the rest of the day, but he comes into your room at night and kisses you softly, muttering apologies until you give him a soft and gentle kiss to forgive him.
Imagine - he hurts you once, and it leaves a scar. He hates himself for doing so and refuses to look at it, but you show him that you forgive him and he kisses it every time he sees it to apologise.
American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).
Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.
A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?
Use these sizes for Gifs & Edits, for the best display of your creations. (▰˘◡˘▰)
268 | 268 / 177 | 178 | 177 / 540 pixels
with a 2 mb file size limit for gifs.
Footnote 1: There are height limits too but they’re not as important since ppl don’t often make graphics in those sizes, but the 540 x 810 max for photo posts is the one that will come up the most. And so you know, the white little spaces (margins) between gifs are 4 pixels.
Footnote 2: In the triple set, if you don’t use the 178 pixel width for the middle piece, it will be blurry. This is slightly new adjustment by Tumblr to compensate for the leftover pixel. 177 x 3 = 531 then + 8 for the margins = 539. 1 extra pixel. Phew math, hard.
Footnote 3: About 24-30 frames usually can be stuffed into full width gifs, 30-70+ in double and triple gifs. I don’t recommend skipping frames, unless it’s really warranted. Skipping frames is gauche.
Footnote 4: There are some stubborn graphic-makers who still stick with the old dimensions, (245/160/500). Largely this is to do with the lack of theme help from Tumblr to adjust to the new sizes they forced on us a couple years ago. However, Tumblr supports the gifs with the new sizes on the dash now, so it’s actually better to use the new sizes. - What happens within the dashboard is infinitely more important than on blog pages. The dash and tag pages are where the majority of notes come from. (ﾉ◕‿◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧･
I am a proud member of the Panic! fandom. And I’m just as quick as any to freak out over small things like somebody being unfollowed or small shot like that.
But I would NEVER comment hate on any of the members’, past and present, pictures.
Kenny tried to share a picture of his baby boy to us, because it’s something he’s proud of and wanted to share with us. But yet the fandom felt the need to attack him over some some dumb shit that he probably hadn’t even been aware was happenings.
And it’s not just him either. The following isn’t really hate but when people comment on Ryan and Brendon’s pictures talking about one another, it’s probably pretty annoying to them.
Let it go.
They aren’t friends anymore. That doesn’t mean they hate each other, THEY JUST AREN’T FRIENDS.
We will never know if Ryden was real to any extent, and we will never know the full truth about what went down between those two after the split.
This is not directed at the whole fandom, just the ones who take t upon themselves to try and pry into the members’ personal lives and bring things up that they don’t want to talk about, or things that they had no control over.
The glitch happened.
The split happened.
Ryan and Brendon aren’t friends anymore.
Get over it.
Let it be and enjoy the music and the fact that they pick to share their lives with us when they don’t have to.
Nothing pains me more than to see the fandom I’ve been in since I was 7 years old (my older brother brought home AFYCSO and I was hooked) fighting and upsetting the members of a band that mean so much to us.
I’ve grown quiet now, you won’t hear me talk about you anymore. It doesn’t hurt like it used to. I suppose I grateful for that at least. But I will never be the girl I was before I knew you. On some days, I miss her, more than I miss you. After all, she was the one you fell desperately in love with. You just didn’t know it the time. But you do now, don’t you?
You’ve grown quiet too, I don’t think it’s for a lack of things to say. Sometimes, things just won’t work out the way we plan. What’s the point in dwelling on what could have been?
I went to sleep last night, thinking about you. Life is just a dream after all. Come and find me when you wake up.
“You summoned me?” Michael looked up at the angel seated on the throne in front of him. His name was Zachariah, who was also said to be one of the most ancient yet strongest angel in heaven.
“Michael, honestly I never understand why you always stay in your human vessel, just between us it’s pathetic really, you should get out, stretch your wings in your real form,” Even when teasing him, Zachariah spoke with power and authority.
“I thought you wanted to talk about something serious, did you just call me here to annoy me, Zach?” Michael used that name on purpose knowing that it would annoy the angel.
“Of course not, time is precious to me, god did appoint me to be in charge of the heavens,” The elder angel bragged, his voice dragging out every word.
“Just get to the point,” It wasn’t a secret between the angels that Michael didn’t like Zachariah and vice versa. After all it was him who got Michael sent to hell for almost a century and even then he tried to trap him there for eternity.
“I’ve finally managed to get a new job for you, a new case,” Zachariah was back to being serious, “It’s a 19 year old girl, Amelia Williams.” He paused for a few minutes scanning Michaels face for any kind of reaction, “She recently got into an accident and now you’re assigned to her.” Michael stood there speechless not knowing what to say, “Well, don’t just stand there looking like an idiot, you have a case to work on now!” All Michael could do was nod to what the angel was saying before he gathered his thoughts and got ready to leave, “Oh and Michael, make sure what happened last time doesn’t happen again.”
Unlike what most people thought, heaven wasn’t just one place full of people, instead each soul had a different heaven for itself. It was a place where the soul would be the happiest and most content so it could finally rest in piece. Michael personally preferred the heaven of a 75 year old man who used to have dementia, it was a bright green garden with a large fountain in the middle and the old man would be sitting on a chair in the corner birdwatching.
Michael stood in the middle of the garden thinking about what had suddenly persuaded Zachariah to give him a case. After what had happened with his last case he had begged his elders for weeks and weeks, every time they refused but now he was suddenly given a girl to look after. He felt like he was missing something but his train of thoughts was broken by another angel suddenly appearing in front him.
“Luke,” Michael gave a small nod acknowledging blonde haired boy front of him, “I’m guessing Zach sent you here to pass on the information?” Without saying anything Luke just nodded and raised his fingers towards Michaels forehead, giving him a light tap in the middle. All of a sudden Michael knew everything about her. She was born on the 29th of January during a stormy night, the earlist memory she had was playing with her old dog Bondie who died when she was 6, her dad was a lawyer and her mum was business woman. A mental picture of her appeared in Michaels mind, she had olive skin, bright brown eyes and dark hair that framed her delicate features.
“You could’ve chosen a better place,” Luke muttered looking around, “Anyway, good luck.” He gave a gentle smile to his friend. “And Michael, please, don’t let history repeat itself.” And with that Michael could feel a warm sensation travel through his body as everything around him start to fade away. A small smile made its way to Michaels lips, he was finally going back to earth.
A small groan escaped my lips as I woke up. I could hear hushed whispers and consistent beeps of a machine coming from somewhere around me. My eyes were still closed yet I could feel a bright light glaring down at me. A strange smell that hung around the room told me that I wasn’t at home.
Gathering enough energy I twitched my fingers a little and then proceeded to stretch my whole hand. A dull ache spread through my arms as I tried to move. As I forced my eyes open the only colour I could see with my blurry vision was white. My mind was still fuzzy, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to think at all. Pushing a light sheet off my body I sat up and looked down at my self. I was in a purple flannel with holes and mud splattered everywhere, both my arms had needles sticking into them and my left hand was heavily bandaged. The table next to the bed was covered in flowers and boxes of chocolate.
“Amy,” I heard a sob from my right, it was Mum. Her and Dad were seated on chairs besides the bed I was lying on, “Oh my god, Amy, you’re awake.” Mum gasped once again.
“I’ll get the doctor,” Dad muttered, his eyes wide with shock as he left the room.
“Where am I?” I pressed the cold palm of my unbandaged hand against my forehead, trying to stop the painful headache I was getting.
“You’re in a hospital, you got into an accident, don’t you remember?” A concerned expression took over Mums face, “How much do you remember? You do know who I am, right?” Her eyes got teary as she said that. Before I could reply a man in a white lab coat entered the room with Dad following behind him.
“I’m Doctor Laxton,” He introduced himself, “So how are you feeling?”
“Uh, dizzy, my arms and head hurt a lot,” My answer was short as I was still trying to figure out what was happening, “I don’t remember how I ended up here.” The doctors eyebrows raised in surprise as he noted down everything I was saying.
“When did she wake up?” He turned to Mum and Dad.
“Only a few minutes ago, do you think she has amnesia?” Mum asked.
“In a situation like this it’s very rare but it is a possibility, we’ll have to ask her her a few questions just to make sure how much she knows,” He then walked over to me, “Amelia, what’s your parents name?”
“Clarissa and Adam Williams,” Mum instantly let out a sigh of relief knowing that I remembered who she was.
“What’s the name of your street?”
“What’s your house number?”
“When is your birthday?”
“4th of November.” All my answers were given to the doctor quickly.
“What day is it?”
“Uh, 27th of July, 2016?” I wasn’t sure, I didn’t know how long I’d been unconscious for.
“Yep, that’s correct, that’s good then, it means you don’t have any long term memory problems,” He seemed satisfied with my answers, “What do you remember from last night?” I closed my eyes as my mind went back to last night.
“So is 6:30 okay?” Ashton, one of my closest friends, asked me over the phone while I rearranged the books in the library.
“Yep, so we’re meeting at 6:30 near the Starcross cafe,” I repeated what he had just told me.
“Good, now don’t be late, we need to get to the arena as soon as possible,” He reminded me before we both said good-bye and hung up our phones. My shift at the library went past in a blink and before I knew it I was getting ready for the concert. Me, Ashton and some of my other close friends had planned this trip for weeks, we were going to meet up an hour before the concert actually started and thenaftertheconcertwasoverwe would spend the rest of the night at Ashton’s.
I smiled and turned the volume as one of my favourite started playing on the radio, singing along to it I accidentally swervedthecarinto an unknown road, it took me 20 minutes to realise that. Parking the car at the side of the road, I got out and tried to recognise where I was. Thick trees were surrounding both sides of the road and despite it being a sunny day, it felt dark and gloomy. Everything was still, not even a single leaf on the trees moved. It was silent, deadly silent, I could hear my heart beating inside my chest. All of a sudden I heard an ear piercing scream come from the trees and so I ran.
“Is that all you remember?” The doctor asked me.
“But that’s not possible, she was found just outside town with her car falling to pieces,” Mum didn’t give me a chance to reply back.
“It’s fine, by the looks of it, she has temporary memory loss. She’ll be able to remember everything eventually,” The doctor gave me a gentle smile before continuing to talk to my parents about my discharge date and the medicine I had to take. I sat still on my bed, my mind still muddled with confusion.
“Well, I hope you don’t mind staying here another night then,” I looked up at my dad, “They might need to run a few more tests, just to check if you’ve got any extra damage and then you’re back home!” He seemed more cheerful than he had been before, “For a while we thought you were gone for good, the doctor said there weren’t many chances of you surviving. It’s a miracle that you woke up,” He brushed my messy hair out of my eyes before leaning down and giving me a kiss on top of my head.
“It’s better for her to rest now,” The doctor spoke up again, “She should be ready for the blood tests and X-rays tomorrow before she goes home, so it’s better if she’s left alone.” Mum came up and gave me wet kiss meanwhile Dad just settled for a tight hug and then they both left the room with the doctor.
SA stating that he's "really sorry about what's about to happen in the show" regarding Olicity saddens me. He's always been one to give hope but this is almost as if he hates this storyline so much. And he's seen it and played it so if anybody knows it's him. is he telling us that this is just plain old bad writing? To me this sorry feels to be about more than simply the breakup. as in what happens afterwards. Idk what to think but this comment from him really bothered me.
It doesn’t sadden me at all. Stephen has not been too quiet about his disapproval of the lie storyline… this is something we’ve seen him showing for a while now (thinking specifically of some of the things he said at HVFF NJ). It means he cares about the trajectory of Olicity, because he recognizes that Olicity is a huge part of what makes the show successful. And if he notices that, I guarantee you the writers and EPs do too.
He’s warning us now because it builds hype and buzz. He knows that letting these little spoilers drop at cons is a big part of generating buzz for the show. I say this with some authority because he did this with me at HVFF SJ (just after 4x07 aired). I wore a shirt that listed Olicity things and he took one look at it and said “you’re not going to want to add limo rides to that list”. Then, later during our group picture, he talked to JB in front of us about how Neal McDonough’s wife cried at the end of 4x09. Stephen hypes whatever is coming, regardless of whether it’s angst or fluff.
Remember last year at the KC con? We’d just seen 3x15 and everyone was a pile of angst. And he told a fan “remember 3x20″. He was all about hyping 3x20 and giving us that hope. There’ll be another HVFF in Chicago in March, right during all this angst and turmoil. What are the chances Stephen gives a hopeful nugget to fans during that time? I’d say, given past instances, the chances are GOOD.
This doesn’t discourage me at all. All it says is “business as usual” to me.
Of course, the transfer kid gets mentioned because transfers are rare, but the news isn’t that exciting. In fact, according to Laura, no one even seems to know his first name. The only thing anyone has really figured out about him is that he’s American. And that’s not exactly hard because he obviously has an accent.
The only thing Derek really knows is that, despite other reports, he seems quiet enough, prefers to work alone, and has the most amazing shade of amber eyes that Derek has ever seen.
Not that he’s looking. Obviously.
OR: A Harry Potter AU where Stiles is a Slytherin transfer student and Derek is the grumpy Gryffindor who falls in love with him.
There are also potions, elves, and falcons involved. Oh, and illegal use of magic. Obviously.
Since Hogwarts had opened its doors to werewolves, many Hale children had apparently come through, wary and angry, refusing to socialize with the other students. And one by one, they’d been sorted into Slytherin, obviously, with the odd Ravenclaw to mix things up.
And then along came little Derek Hale, who’d barely gotten his ass on the stool before the hat was calling out Gryffindor.
Everyone thought it was funny, even now, when Derek was in his seventh year. Stiles, though, found it fascinating.
It helped, of course, that Derek was two years older and hotter than the sun.
There are a number of reasons why this is so. For one thing, Potions is reallynot Derek’s strong point. (There’s a reason he’s banned from using the kitchen at home.) For another, the Potions classroom is dank and dim and spending more than an hour down there at a time makes Derek’s skin crawl.
It’s pretty much a friends with benefits thing, except Stiles is not sure they are friends. Sure, Derek stopped being a jerk to Scott, he even lets Stiles copy his Potions homework sometimes, but aside from some chit-chat while getting dressed, they don’t really talk much.
Still, sex with Derek?
Unbelievably adorable idiots! Such failures at life!:
Stiles is in his seventh and finale year at Hogwarts. Things were supposed to go smoothly– he’d work hard, hang out with his friends, the usual. Unfortunately for him, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has it out for him. To make matters worse, he happens to be the most attractive person Stiles had ever laid eyes on.
After years spent abroad, Derek Hale is called back to the United Kingdom, and offered a job at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as the new Care of Magical Creatures professor. After begrudgingly accepting, Derek quickly realizes that his students are a lot more than he signed up for- one of them in particular.
I get a very strong “has never actually interacted with a working class person of average intelligence for a long period of time” vibe from some rationalist diaspora people, which is really unsettling, though. I guess it’s plausible that that could happen to you if your path through adolescence just goes from one Fancy Institution after another and the closest you get to a community college, public university that’s not Berkeley, or trade school is by driving past one. (Or the non-US equivalents, I don’t know too much about other countries’ educational systems.) There’s a good chance I’m completely wrong about many people on this website–I am not known for my skill at making predictions about others’ lives–but my System 1 says holy guacamole, there are some sheltered birds on here.
yall kinda know that i complain about having to go through my notps while searching for fics of my otps to read right?/ yeah i complain especially about that one disgusting ship yall know what im talking about so i’ve discovered THIS chrome extension that blocks the ao3 works with the relationship tags you dont want to see (and does other things too but that’s the feature im mostly using you betcha). so i’m in heaven (take me to church playing in the background) and i’m sharing with you guys if yall dont know about it already k bye love u
I'm trying to get into theater, so I want to know about more musicals. Please educate me.
Okay so here are some of my ideas on how to learn more about musicals:
-Listen to the really popular ones first. What really made me interested in musicals was when I saw Wicked for the first time. The really popular shows (like Wicked, Rent, Les Mis, etc) are popular for a reason and these are usually are good starting off point. You’ll figure out which ones you like and which ones you don’t like.
-Use Spotify/Pandora to listen to different cast recordings. Once you have a few shows in mind that you like, create Pandora stations which will help you to discover other musicals. You can listen to whole cast recordings at once on Spotify if you’re on your computer (if you pay for premium you can listen to them in order on your phone)
-When you find a new show, look it up on the internet. Wikipedia is actually a really great resource for this in my opinion because they have plot summaries and a lot of other valuable information. Other sites that are good are Playbill Vault and IBDB.
-Educate yourself on the different eras of musical theatre and the important composers. These can also help you to discover new musicals in the context of the history of the art form.
-Read websites like Playbill.com and Broadway.com, which often have a lot of articles and other media about different musicals. It’ll be more of the current stuff, but they also talk about older stuff too.
-If you’re really interested in musicals there are a ton of great books out there to read, like “The Untold Stories of Broadway” that can teach you a lot of cool information.
-Follow theatre blogs on Tumblr and see what shows other people are blogging about. If you see one you don’t know, look it up and listen to a song.
I hop that this is helpful! If you want more of my own personal recommendations feel free to ask!!