do you want to see art in it’s purest form? do you want to watch meaningful nonsense? do you want your skin to be clear, your crops to be thriving and your grades to be up? do yourself a favour and watch The Gay and Wondrous Life of Caleb Gallo
It always annoys me when white people kind of talk down to Japanese-Americans and diaspora bc they “know more” about Japan than whomever they’re talking to. Like congratulations on knowing more than me brad bc my grandma had to assimilate while u watched anime and decided to read 80 wiki articles and appropriate Japanese dress and traditions. Well done
the angel sits on top
of one of the washers, kicking
their not-feet in time
to the laundromat muzak,
humming along with
their guttural half-here
half-off in a distant
you’ve been watching
the angel for some time,
as they put their bloodied
robes & ragged sandals
on a spin cycle for delicates,
as they poured in soap
& counted out quarters,
but it’s only as you fold
your now dry duvet
that you realize their wings
are covered in a thousand
red eyes. you look at what
should be their face
& find the swirling
of the stars instead.
‘good morning,’ you say
as you pass them on your way
out. the angel grabs your arm.
their touch burns like ice
& makes you ache. ‘your son,’
the angel whispers, ‘tells me
that he is so so proud
of how you got sober. i placed
one hundred forty four
red roses in a vase
by your door. i will be back
next sunday should you need
to talk to someone.’
We are supposed to be the most progressive and transformative community in pop-culture.
Hyper-focus on white, male characters
Contort these male characters into heteronormativity
Marginalize and erase characters of color
Write out women and replace them with men, especially in shipping
Attack women for “getting in the way” of our preferred ships
Hold female characters to higher standards than male characters
Hold characters of color to higher standards than white characters
Latch onto any single excuse to marginalize female characters
Utilize any single excuse to demonize characters of color
Put women on pedestals and act as if we’re doing them a favor
Justify white and male abuses or dismiss them as “mistakes”
Use actual mistakes to denigrate female and non-white characters
Romanticize white, male pain and mental illness
Expect female characters to perform all the emotional labor
Expect characters of color to be perfectly mentally healthy forever
Expect everyone to subsume their own mental health for the white males’
Dismiss the traumas and experiences of characters of color
Minimize the achievements of female characters
And then we wonder why mainstream media is so regressive, especially compared to us. We all talk as if mainstream media creators are behind the times.
Fandom likes to imagine itself as being progressive because of all the slash - a mechanism of progress which conveniently boils down to extra attention on overwhelmingly male (and overwhelmingly white) characters. This form of progress is one which takes a minor deviation from the social norm (homosexuality), only to end up ultimately supporting or even amplifying the status quo, by virtue of over-focusing on male characters (and over-representing white ones in the process).
Strip back that gay window dressing, though, and you’ll see that at best, fandom is just as socially stagnant as mainstream media and mainstream culture - or even worse, by virtue of engaging in media that overwhelmingly sidelines several other marginalized groups in order to prop up one.
Professional women have long known the old adage, “Whatever women do they must do twice as well as men to be thought of half as good.” What no one seems to realize is that fandom is still doing exactly the same thing.
We expect female characters to be twice as good for half the acclaim, we expect characters of color to be three times as good for a third of the acclaim, and we let white, male characters be only a quarter as good for four times the acclaim.
Mainstream media is keeping up with the times and with social progress just fine, it’s us who’ve deluded ourselves into believing that we, as a community, are more progressive than we actually are.
If there’s a book character whose race isn’t specified and you don’t see them as a person of color that’s ok but don’t shit on people who do see that character as a person of color because it’s the reader’s interpretation and they just want to be represented even if only a quarter of the fandom agrees with them don’t be racist just because someone doesn’t interpret something the same as you
How many of you use the makeup sponges/applicator on the left?
I’d use at least one every day I put makeup on. I started to think about how many of these things I’ve thrown away over the years. How many were thrown away by people all over the world. It seemed so wasteful.
I started looking and found these silicone applicators on the right. You get three on Amazon for $9.99.
Not only can you wash these and use them over and over it also take a FRACTION of the amount of makeup because nothing soaks in. I would guess I use only a quarter of what I use to use.
I’m really happy with this product and I feel better that I’m wasting so much less in sponges and in makeup. If you use makeup I encourage you to check these out.
3/$9.99 …. You can’t go wrong.
It took me a month, but I finally did it. If you haven’t read the first part, you can so here. I also want to thank @twerkit-hxrry for being my eyes and ears throughout this grueling ordeal, and for helping me write the ‘Niall bathroom scene’. Seriously, thank you.
This part is a little shorter than the one before, but there’s still more to come with these two. And with that being said, enjoy. x
Harry was fucked.
He knew it from the moment he opened Instagram to find you had gracefully accepted his follower request, and was met with what he could only describe as ‘the most strikingly beautiful selfie to ever grace the palms of the earth’ – and what didn’t help was it was the same picture you had taken on his sofa only the day before, an empty chow mien box laid discarded on the table by your side.
The caption read: ‘Chow mieny soy sauce you want?’
A heavy quake erupted deep in Harry’s throat, a sound he could only describe as an unmanly squawk, and he instantly goes to cover his agape expression as he retains the joke he had told you just the night before.
He doesn’t take a second to think before he quickly double taps the photo, only just before noticing Niall had gotten there first, and continues scrolling.
It’s only a quarter passed eleven that morning, and you’ve been gone for two hours, and the one thing keeping him calmly situated in the comfort of his sofa is your scent left lingering on the hoodie he has taken upon wearing the moment you stepped foot out of his house – the same hoodie you claimed as your own the night before when, after grumpily swinging your legs over the sofa with a deep exhale, you trudged over to his wing chair to steal the Muscle Machine hoodie he had hanging over the back.
“Were you born in the Arctic?”
After sharing your intricate meal of Chinese takeaway, it was left to his surprise when you brought up the idea to break out the wine, and it dawned on Harry quickly that the second you start to bat your eyelashes and pout your lip out, there’s no way he could ever say no to you.
Another thing he learned about you was you were, in fact, very dangerous.
Gandalf came by. Gandalf! If you had heard only a quarter of what I have heard about him, and I have only heard very little of all there is to hear, you would be prepared for any sort of remarkable tale. Tales and adventures sprouted up all over the place wherever he went, in the most extraordinary fashion.
“He woke to a lone figure standing before the bars of the cell, a boy who had come here by himself and now stood searching Jord’s face, as Jord pushed himself up, awkwardly. ‘Did you draw first ?’ ‘No,’ said Jord. ‘Then I’ll take care of it.’ Jord stared at him. At fifteen, the Prince was still only three-quarters grown, with no hint of a beard coming. His words were serious.”
A scene I loved. I was a bit happy with the result but of course the picture don’t do it justice…
“No Free Candy! The money raised from the $0.25 per piece of candy sold goes to help us fund a charity that helps find missing/abducted children. Please, ‘NO’ FREE SAMPLES!”
Was typed on the bright colored sticker on the lucite clear box that had tabs on the very top to hold the charity organization’s card (rescuing missing/abducted kids, for ours), a lockable money hopper with a coin slot on top and “$0.25” on the lid with the slot (my boss even photocopied a quarter, cut out the image, and taped it next to the coin slot), and on the bottom was an open compartment stocked with Jolly Ranchers, Peppermint/Spearmint wheels, individually wrapped Starburst squares (taken from larger wrapper), individually wrapped Now & Laters, individually wrapped spherical candies that are either sour, very spicy hot, or change colors and shrink as you suck on them. We had Tootsie Rolls but nobody wanted those as much, so we quit stocking them.
I worked at a business and the candy box was up front, where I worked. I would politely remind anyone dipping into the candy for free that those cost $0.25 a piece, whenever I had the opportunity (i.e. not busy helping customers and other primary duties). My coworkers did the same thing, and so did my boss. Even a couple of customers called out these cheapskates, though they weren’t as polite about it, and made no bones about shaming these cheap thieving jerks.
But people still kept taking free candy from the honor box, without paying! How low can you get taking money away from an organization that helps kids!? My boss definitely gives the money from the sales to the organization (less the cost of candy). However, more and more people just took free candy or they underpaid by putting pennies, nickels, or dimes in there. One guy, God Bless him, put a $20 bill in there yet only took a couple of pieces of candy. But for every guy like him or even a person who put in $0.25 for a piece of candy, there were two dozen assholes who either took a freebie or simply underpaid.
The assholes who took freebies or underpaid drove really expensive cars, dressed really lavishly, didn’t spend much money in the business, were VERY rude and demanding, and yet take candy without paying from a charitable cause.
My boss had had enough and said “The 'Honors System’ doesn’t work when too many people have no honor!” So he paid, out of his own pocket, to replace the little “Honors System” candy box with a good quality gumball machine like, coin operated dispenser. He got it from a website from a company that has been making and selling these since the 1980s, in America.
The coin operated gumball machine is capable of being bolted down to the counter (my boss did that), it has barrel locking mechanisms on the top clear plexiglass compartment for the candy, a well designed hopper and dispense mechanism to effectively distribute one piece of candy per quarter (works brilliantly), and is set to take quarters only, and the money compartment is safely behind a locking metal door behind the coin drop and turn mechanism, easy to empty out. My boss taped the organization’s cars to the top part (square “globe” where the candy is filled), and the machine cannot be fooled by slugs, coins on strings, or lower denomination coins. You can’t even fool it with foreign currency (one jerk tried to use an Albanian coin to try to steal a piece of candy).
After that, the candy theft stopped, and my boss was able to properly raise the funds to aid this charity.
But seriously, fuck cheapskate customers who think it’s okay to take a piece of candy for free despite the fact it says you have to give $0.25 for each piece of candy in order to fund an organization meant to help kids (or anyone, for that matter), especially when they are driving high end cars and dressed to the nines. If you can afford fancy clothes and expensive cars you can spare $0.25 for a piece of candy.
Scientists design solar cell that captures nearly all energy of solar spectrum
A George Washington University researcher helped design and construct a prototype for a new solar cell that integrates multiple cells stacked into a single device capable of capturing nearly all of the energy in the solar spectrum.
The new design, which converts direct sunlight to electricity with 44.5 percent efficiency, has the potential to become the most efficient solar cell in the world.
The approach is different from the solar panels commonly seen on rooftops or in fields. The new device uses concentrator photovoltaic (CPV) panels that use lenses to concentrate sunlight onto tiny, micro-scale solar cells. Because of their small size – less than one millimeter square – solar cells that utilize more sophisticated materials can be developed cost effectively.
This a spell for the glasses/contact wearers out there. I take my glasses off and set them on my altar every night to recharge. I used this spell and renew it at every Dark Moon to see clearly every day.
That means, to see the truth, see the way, see the outcome, see the challenge. To see that which you may normally not see.
The first time they are charged, pick a clear night under the Dark Moon.To renew, it doesn’t need to be a clear night as the energy is already there and is just being charged.
Murky intentions, foggy life, I only see what hits the light. When I wear these let me see, That which would be hidden from me.
The spell will last though the month with nightly charging. It is active for about 20 hours, but the strength fades after 16.
Warning: be aware that you may see things that you do not wish to. If you find this spell too intense, perform it at the waning quarter and only charge your glasses/contacts once a week.
What if Genji, Tracer, and DVa's s/o died in the battlefield and they saw it happen? Like, what would they do?
A/N: Damn, this is some angsty stuff! Fun to write in a morbid sort of way, always enjoy figuring out how characters would react in different situations. Cheers!
Genji’s mortified, he’s over to your side in an instant. He wants to believe he can save you, that there’s something he can do. You can get a second chance, like he did, you can live through this. He’s pleading with anything that was listening to save you, but to no avail. Genji holds onto your body long after you’ve passed on, his metallic howls echoing through the battlefield. Mercy will retrieve your corpse, taking it somewhere safe, but Genji refuses to return to base. He’ll cut a path through every enemy he stumbles upon, fueled by the blind rage he’s been thrown into. Eventually, his armor will be coated in their blood, his green visor faintly glowing from beneath the crimson paint. He’ll return to give you a proper burial, putting on an emotionless facade while your casket is lowered into the ground. Zenyatta’s the only one he’ll truly open up to about his sorrow, and his personality will begin to shift towards Hanzo’s. Genji will be more distant, he’ll quietly leave Overwatch with Zenyatta and resume their travels across the world. He’d lost himself before, sure, but he’d never lost someone that close to him before. Genji will visit your grave every month, leaving a bouquet of cherry blossoms before the tombstone. He’s been broken again, but this time he isn’t sure how he’ll be put back together. Even Zenyatta feels like something in him as shifted, and he’ll do everything he can to help Genji come to terms with what happened.
Tracer’s fast, but she wasn’t fast enough. She watches you go down, time seeming to slow down as she watches you hit the ground. She drops everything to be at your side, grabbing onto you and rewinding, desperately hoping that she can bring you back. She keeps rewinding, over, and over, and over, and over, each time more tears rolling down her cheeks, pleading with you not to leave her like this. Eventually, she just stops, she holds onto your body and just sobs into your chest. No one knows what to say, but eventually she gives your corpse over to Mercy to be prepared for the burial. She’s strangely quiet before the funeral, confining herself to her quarters, only rarely interacting with Winston. Tracer’s an utter mess at the funeral, it’s impossible to tell what streaks on her face are from tears and what’s from the rain. Winston has his arms wrapped around her, her sobbing muffled by his fur, even Soldier 76 appears visibly uncomfortable watching her be this distraught. She’ll still stay with Overwatch, it’s her family, but something about her changes a little. The chipper attitude returns, but occasionally a crack will appear. She spends a lot of time talking with Mercy and Winston about what happened, how she couldn’t save you. She’ll visit the grave every single day; mourning, just chatting to the grave, reminiscing over the memories you had together. No one should have to go through what she did, and she promises she’ll never let it happen to anyone else.
D.va doesn’t notice immediately, thinking you just took a bad hit and need a medic. She’ll make her way over to you once the battle is over, expecting to cheerfully reminisce over the battle with you. Mercy’s distant stare instantly tells her that something is wrong, and she’s out of her meka before she even sees you. Tears roll down her cheeks as she watches your still body, hoping for you to come back to live, somehow. D.va’s known loss from the Omnic Crisis, but it never felt as personal as this. She’ll sob as Mercy comforts her, making sure she doesn’t see the medics take your body away, she’s still so young. The funeral is soon after, it’s a quiet affair, D.va just stares at your coffin wordlessly, attempting to put on a brave face in public. The rest of the Overwatch team is with her constantly, she’ll spend a lot of time with Lucio and Tracer, each of them trying to cheer her up. She’ll take a break from streaming for a very long time, she needs some time to herself, and certainly won’t be as extroverted as she once was. D.va will visit your grave frequently, trying to stop by at least once a week. She feels guilty about what happened, wondering if there’s something she could’ve done to save her player two.
Obi-Wan: [text] Great news, Anakin! The mission has gone exceedingly well, and I am set to return home this evening. Anakin: oh wow [huge pause] Obi-Wan: Is everything OK? I would have expected more excitement given that it’s 3 days ahead of schedule. Anakin: no im super excited its going to be so great Anakin: what time r u thinking Obi-Wan: 9 or so Anakin: oh Anakin: thats great im really excited Obi-Wan: You seem nervous Anakin: what lol just excited no its gonna be so great y would u think im nervous Obi-Wan: You’re saying “great” and “excited” a LOT, for one thing. Anakin: lol no im fine ur being weird this is really exciting Anakin: ive gotta run im doing some reports see u soon xoxoxoxoxoxoxooxox luv u
Anakin: [text] snips u there its urgent pls answer Ahsoka: Im in a class right now master Anakin: tell them i said u can leave early its A HUGE EMERGENCY Ahsoka: Oh no! Are you safe? did we get called into a mission? Anakin: im fine snips but i wont be if u do not come help me like SERIOUSLY RIGHT NOW Ahsoka: OMG of course I’ll be right there hang on master!!! Should I comm rex and tell him to send reinforcements?? Anakin: yes pls bring over everyone you can ok NOW
Obi-Wan: [text] Anakin is texting you isn’t he? Ahsoka: yes hes in trouble master kenobi Ahsoka: dont worry im getting some people together and we’re on our way to him I wont let you down Obi-Wan: Yes, well, I wouldn’t worry too much, Padawan. I have a feeling the only thing your master requires help with is the enormous mess he’s made of our quarters. Ahsoka: What? Ahsoka: You think he’d call me out of a class and tell me to bring half the 501st to help him clean? Ahsoka: Oh my god what am i saying yes he would Ahsoka: but how bad could it be in your quarters? You’ve only been gone a week Obi-Wan: Search your feelings. Ahsoka: oh my god Obi-Wan: Yes. The last time I came home he was wearing a bedsheet as a tunic because he’d already run out of laundry and there was a hole burned through the wall that he claims happened on its own. Obi-Wan: I’d been gone for 2 days that time. I can only imagine what awaits me this time.
Today on International Women’s Day let’s not forget that 1 in 3 Mexican women will be a victim of sexual violence and that on average there is 7 reported femicides every day, stress on reported because many crimes against women do not go reported. And from the crimes that are reported roughly only one quarter of them are investigated and less than 2% lead to sentencing.
You walked into your hotel room that you would be sharing with none other than Seth Rollins. You held the door open with your boot, letting Seth wheel his bag in.
“At least it’s two beds this time! Remember how we had to share a full sized bed that one time.” Seth laughed. You smiled, letting the door swing shut.
“Yeah, I remember that. You hogged not only three-quarters of the bed but the whole comforter!” Seth rolled his eyes. “I said I was sorry.”
You laughed as you slid your backpack from your shoulders. “Yeah well, I can still feel the cold on my feet.” Seth groaned as he flopped down on the bed.
“You could’ve put socks on!” Seth yelled. “I was afraid to get out of bed! You would’ve taken the whole thing!” “No, I wouldn’t!”
You began looking through your suitcase when all of a sudden the lights in the room flickered and then shut off. “What the fuck?” Seth grumbled, sitting up.
“You okay?” You looked over to the general direction of Seth. “No. I fell and got hurt. Help me.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm. “Really?” You laughed. “No!”
“Well excuse me for worrying!” The lights flickered but didn’t turn back on. You turned on the flashlight through your phone. “You think they’ll get it back on? I would really like to shower for longer than ten minutes in a stadium.”
Seth sighed. “Fuck if I know.” You grabbed some sweatpants and a t-shirt before zipping your suitcase up. “I just hope they can get it up soon. It’s freezing out. Below 20.”
Seth kicked his sneakers off and moved further up the bed, unlocking his phone. The glow of the light illuminating his face. You pulled your dirty shirt over your head and unzipped your jeans.
You could feel Seth’s flickering gaze. One moment his was watching, the next he wasn’t. You shoved your dirty clothes into a different bag.
You unfolded your sweatpants as knocking at the door pull Seth from his gaze on your body. Seth rolled from the bed. “I’ll get it.” You pulled your shirt over your head as you watched him. Opening the door about half way, Seth talked in a rather hushed, annoyed tone.
Seth tossed down a pile of blankets on the bed. “They don’t know when they’ll get it back up. But they gave us more blankets to stay warm.” “Aww! I really wanted to take a long shower!” Seth laid back on the bed. “You can still take a shower. You just won’t have a light.” You looked over at him. “Uh! No thank you! I don’t shower in the dark! I see those movies!”
Seth rolled his eyes put otherwise did or said nothing.
A Few Hours Later….
You had two blankets wrapped around your body and you still shivered. Seth had his blankets around him as he scrolled down his phone.
“Seth?” You whispered. Nothing. “Seth!” You whispered louder. Nothing again. “Settthhhh!” Absolutely nothing. “SETH!” He jumped. “What? Are you okay!?”
“No! The heater is out and I’m freezing! Come lay in my bed under my blankets!” Seth laid there for a moment, just looking at you. Shrugging he rolled from the bed and pulled his blankets with him.
Seth drapped his blankets over the top and you lifted them enough so he could climb in.
Once Seth was comfortable, you shimmied closer, cuddling him. Seth wrapped an arm around you, letting you get closer to his warm body.
“You know, I read online that cuddling helps you sleep better…” Seth looked at you from the corner of his eyes. “And?” You shrugged, burying your face into his side. “Just thought you should know you can always cuddle with me when you can’t sleep…You’re really good at it.”
Seth smiled as he stroked your back. “You are too.” You smiled, pressing your face further into his side.
The light flickered and turned back on. Then a loud humming noise happened, the heat was kicking on. Seth looked up and then down at you. You were looking at him.
“You know…I haven’t been sleeping all that well…” Seth said, setting his phone down on the nightstand. You smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah…Can I take you up on that offer of cuddling with you?” You nodded your head. “Of course…I said you could.”
Seth reached over and flicked the light switch off by the bed before snuggling further down into the bed. His lips brushed against the top of your head.
You couldn’t tell if he did that on purpose, but you liked it. “Night, Y/N.” “Goodnight, Seth.”