rambling izzy

Just imagine:

When Rosie is ten, they move to Sussex. It’s only a semi-retirement Sherlock will commute into London if the case is a 7 or higher, everything else he can pretty much do from the comfort of his own home.

Rosie is brilliant as she grows and when she’s fourteen, she announces she’s going to be a Forensic Psychologist, despite several conversations she doesn’t budge. It’s no surprise when she has her pick of universities in London even without Uncle Mycroft’s meddling.  Everyone is misty-eyed when she moves to London.

Sherlock worries immensely because he remembers his on uni days. After intense negotiations, John agrees it’s ‘reasonable’ to text her 3 times a day unprompted.  The rule doesn’t matter because she texts them constantly, telling them about her day and asking about the things at home.

Rosie being Rosie immediately involves herself in a ton of extracurricular stuff. One of her groups volunteers regularly at soup kitchens. The first couple of times she’s volunteering there are a few people who stare a bit too hard at her.  Finally, she snaps and asks one of the older women who have been staring for the past month what the hell their problem is.  The woman laughs and only says “No different than your father then.”

Rosie ends up involved in the homeless network, except she’s even more approachable than Sherlock because she’s 5′3″ and inherited John’s friendly face and some of his jumpers (she know they’re hideous but she wears them when she needs a boost of courage. It’s not uncommon for her to wander around in a hideous jumper and a cashmere scarf during exams.)

Rosie’s heart shatters when a batch of tainted drugs gets sold and several of the people she’s grown to call friends, die. Sherlock comes up and discovers the source, it turns out to be a case full of murder and intrigue but even if it hadn’t been he could never stand her tears and would have come anyway. 

Neither John nor Sherlock are really surprised when Rosie calls home one day and announces that after she finishes her Psychology degree she’s going to take a post-grad course in addiction studies.

Even though when she graduates it’s John who spends days gushing over how brilliant she is, it’s Sherlock’s quietly spoken “your heart would have been wasted on criminals” that lets her know she made the right decision.

The difference between my attraction to Martin and my attraction to Ben:

Me (seeing a pic of Ben) “OMG HE’S SO CUTE I JUST WANNA FUCKING SQUISH HIM” or alternatively “He’s so fucking handsome it’s a sin”


Me (seeing a pic of Martin) 90% of the time ~plethora of publicly inappropriate sexual thoughts that are down right DIRTY~ or alternatively “how is this man so fucking cute?” ~descends into hell of dirty ass thoughts~

anonymous asked:

so i really don't know much about mandos, but i agree w your ideas on surrender. to me, (some) mandos were similar to like. citizen soldiers? as in they fought to protect their family and clan and way of life. and if the absolute best way to do that was to surrender, then why shouldn't they? there's no point in throwing away your life. 'dying's easy, living's the hard part'

The thing is, mandalorian fandom likes to present this … idk, idea? Vision? That “All Mandalorians” are warriors, always, all the time, and generally … no society has really developed for longevity if 100% of the population were soldiers all the time. So, yes, you’re absolutely right: there were many citizen soldiers. I basically agree with everything you said, tbh, and like … here’s why. It’s gonna take me a while to get to the point so I’m sorry in advance.

Like, the thing is, if we look at societies in our history on this planet, many of the cultures and vast empires that did comprise of mobile armies also comprised of a large population of noncombatants. People, as a rule, cannot survive on only knowing war. It’s just not realistic.

We also have canon and Legends showing us the same thing: a large portion of mandalorian society are non-combatants. They’re civilians, general citizens. They have day jobs, they have specialties, they have crafts. There’s children that go to school daily, there’s children that are home-schooled, and so on and so forth. There’s farmers, and smiths, and doctors (and politicians, and lawyers) and etc etc etc

“Dying’s easy, living’s the hard part,” is exactly right. And, tbh, the fact that mandalorians have a specific word (not a phrase, an actual word) for ‘throwing your life away foolishly, not brave’ points to an emphasis in cultural thought. Individual words don’t develop to be part of a vocabulary unless a word is necessary and needed to represent a specific thought or idea.

Societies cannot survive on military, alone, and to be honest … there’s this weird conceptualization of the word “surrender” that has been twisted to mean something it isn’t. And it’s turned into this horrible thing of never-do-it, in order to puff up how tough and strong someone is, individually.

“Never surrender” is an incredibly individualistic idea that, for the most part, is not supported by a culture that is borne out of a clan and culture first society. It makes sense in a society that worships individuality, because the individual’s freedom and personal actions are seen as holy, and responsibility and culpability to others is seen as chains to hold one down and restrict self expression — even for the self destruction that comes with never surrender.

But in a society that is developed from a clan first, culture first, family first perspective … “Never surrender” doesn’t have a positive context. Individualistic attitudes and behaviors are not positive when they’re put before the welfare of the family. Mandalorians core tenets focus and emphasize clan, family, people, first. There is no positive meaning to convey in an individualistic sentiment, because the individual is putting their pride first, and forgoing their responsibility to their family, their clan, and the people who depend on them.

And, I think, that extreme difference in basic cultural understandings, is the main underlying issue in what does it mean to surrender and how should it be treated in mandalorian culture. Western society, specifically, is incredibly individualistic, and that affects perception and understanding of “basic givens” (what we perceive as human nature, what we’re taught to be morally righteous, what is selfishness and how it’s punished/rewarded, etc) and interpretation of fiction — in this case mandalorians, who are based off of community-focused societies, textually, but are often written in the hands of people who are incapable of finding some kind of middle ground or nuance between individualist vs community. 

Sabine Wren, as an example, is actually a fantastic representation of what it means to be mandalorian. She, essentially, embodies her culture totally — and yet she also freely expresses her individual self. These things don’t always have to be diametrically opposed, but they often are.

Anyway, that was kind of a dramatic tangent lmao sorry. Actually, to touch on another point: I’m sure someone is going to read “they would surrender” and argue that it goes against one of the core tenets of mandalorians (answering the call to battle), but I would actually argue against that thought.

Mandalorians, in general, are actually welcome to disagree with a Mand’alor if they disagree or feel that that leader is not worthy. That’s an actual thing! Mand’alore have to actually work to earn respect, and the implication is simple: if that person then did something incredibly foolish or threatening, the people following them can outright stop following them on the spot. As Mand’alor, the leader’s responsibility is to the people, first and foremost. Where the people are required to fight for Mand’alor, they only have to fight for a Mand’alor they recognize. That recognition can, and is encouraged, to be revoked at any time if they don’t prove their worth in holding that title.

Sometimes, if surrendering is the wise choice, and the Mand’alor refuses to pursue it, then the citizen can, in fact, revoke recognition of Mand’alor. Individually, it could be seen as a betrayal, granted — but that action is generally not one taken individually. We’ve already seen it happen in The Clone Wars, too, so it’s not something that is just theory — though in this context it’s a refusal to surrender to a false Mand’alor. Still, the basic machinations apply: disavow a proclaimed Mand’alor to fight for mandalorian continued survival. 

And like, on first glance? Mandalorians absolutely are the “Proud Warrior Race.” But dig even a little deeper, and that superficial description fails to address all the intricacies of the people — and how survival has become integral to a shared cultural identity, because of past actions, because of a refusal to surrender.

anonymous asked:

Challenge: lesbian signs as bad pick up lines (I have more challenges btw!)

Aries: Are you my appendix? Because I don’t know what you are or how you work, but I have a feeling in my gut that I should take you out. 

Taurus:  “It’s handy that I have my library card because I’m totally checking you out.”

Gemini:  Are you an antiquer? Cause I have some junk that hasn’t been touched in years.

Cancer: Thank god I’m wearing gloves, because you’re too hot to handle 

Leo: *holding out hand* can you hold this while I go for a walk? 

Virgo: On a scale of 1 to America how free are you tonight? 

Libra: Are you french? Because maDAMN

Scorpio: did you fall from heaven because have sex with me 

Sagittarius: You must have a p-value of at least 0.05, because I fail to reject you.

Capricorn: Are you an orphanage? Because I wanna give you kids. 

Aquarius: I like your bangs and I like your boobs, and Id like to bang your boobs.

Pisces: I’m all out of raisins, so how about a date? 

Alec 100% notices how Magnus rubs his fingers together when he’s nervous or unsure so whenever he sees him do it, he reaches out and intertwines their fingers and gently squeezes his hand and Magnus just instantly relaxes and pulls Alec a little closer to him

When I was around seven, I once cried because my friend was better at drawing Sonic than I was, and I was so sad because I didn’t think I could ever draw Sonic as well as he did.

When I was ten, I was always jealous of my best friend’s art. Everyone regarded us two as the best artists in the class, but she always got more attention for being an amazing artist. I was so jealous, in such a sad way, because I didn’t think I’d ever be able to live up to her.

As a teenager, I began using the internet. I’d find so many amazing artists on deviantART and Youtube, and I’d always get this pit in my stomach. I got discouraged. There was no way I could ever be as good as them, so why bother? The number of times I tried to quit drawing is ridiculous, but I always picked it up again because I loved it. But I was always envious of my artist friends, they seemed to improve so much faster than I did when they’d been drawing for only a couple years as opposed to me, who spent my entire life drawing.

I couldn’t accept compliments for the life of me. I couldn’t understand that someone thought my art was good. There was always so much doubt when people said things like “This is amazing!”, or “You’re so talented!”. I couldn’t believe them. If I replied at all, it would always have a bit of that ‘it’s really not that good…’

But these days, at twenty one… I suddenly noticed I don’t feel those kinds of things anymore. It wasn’t a conscious decision, all of a sudden I realized that the jealousy turned into admiration. I’d see amazing artwork and be inspired. Seeing my artist friends grow and improve makes me so proud, no matter how quickly or slowly it happens. I stopped comparing myself to other artists, I admired their skill and did my best to improve mine. I don’t know if it’s a part of growing up, but… I can actually feel pride in my art now.

For some reason this has been on my mind for a while. I dunno, if you’re a youngin’ and do a lot of drawing, don’t give it up just because you think you suck. Everyone grows at their own pace, but you’ll never get better if you quit. Drawing is supposed to be FUN, it’s not a competition to see who can get better faster. There’s definitely no problem with wanting to improve, there’s so many places you can look up references and studies! But there’s also nothing wrong with just drawing because you like it.

I understand being insecure. I understand the discouragement and jealousy. Don’t let it win, don’t stop drawing. Draw your self-insert OCs, use bright colors if you want, get frustrated with backgrounds, draw your favorite characters over and over again. Whatever you want. Just draw.

I guess I just wish people told me this kinda stuff when I was growing up.

Minnesota Gothic

The weather is a topic of conversation. It is the only topic of conversation. All conversations you have must mention the weather. You are unsure what would happen if you refuse to mention the weather. 

Winter is cold. The temperature continues to drop. Your breath freezes in mid-air and falls to the ground. Someone beside you chokes, their hand to their chest. You realize their breath froze before it left their body.

Summer is hot. “It’s a wet heat, not a dry heat,” they say. You take refuge in one of the few air-conditioned buildings remaining. Outside, a passer-by begins to melt. You do not want to leave.

Spring is capricious. One day you wear shorts. The next, a blizzard hits. “It’s not as bad as the Halloween blizzard!” people say as the snow piles up to the windowsills. You packed away your winter coat the day before.

Fall is capricious. Freezing rain coats the roads. The leaves fall. There is frost on the ground in the morning and blazing heat in the afternoon. It is impossible to dress for the weather. You put your summer clothes away before the hottest day of the year. 

The mosquitoes grow larger every year. You encounter the remains of an unsuspecting family out camping. Their bodies sprawl on the ground, drained of blood, mosquito bites covering their skin. Empty cans of mosquito repellent lie nearby. You hear a high whine in the distance. You flee. 

You keep hearing about Up North. You travel Up North. The population density drops sharply. The pine trees loom. The darkness between them lures you with empty promises. You return to the south, a lingering sense of disappointment in the back of your mind.

The concept of Minnesota Nice pervades society. You stand, transfixed, as the crowd advances upon you. They are all smiling, even as they begin to chant.

Someone mentions Edina in conversation. “Oh, Edina,” everyone says. You wonder what Edina could mean. You do not ask.

Everyone has a boat. You have a boat. You are not sure how you acquired it. If you sell it, it reappears. Each time you sell it, more eyes blink open on the hull. You do not sell it any more.

You need to go shopping at the Mall of America. You enter the mall. Mall security shrieks in their roost. The chains holding them in rattle. You squint at the maps to find your store. Though maps are posted everywhere, you cannot find the door from which you entered.

When someone hears that you live in Minnesota, they ask, “So what is it like living in an igloo?” and laugh. Their laughs creak and crack. 

You are unsure what “interesting” means. Whenever people say it, it means something different. You do not know if it is good or bad.

There are lakes everywhere. The water is slowly rising. As you swim, you watch as your possessions are slowly overcome. Eventually, you cannot swim any longer. 

What the trans movement doesnt understand

“identity” to them is something you choose, a language you use to describe yourself that has meaning to you. 

What they dont understand is that we never chose this. We never asked to be treated how we are, we never asked for the harassment and the jokes, and the stalkers, and the late night panic. 

Nor could we ever choose to stop these things from happening to us. 

We can’t wave a magic wand and stop people from treating us like we’re inherently inferior. Our names for ourselves were pushed onto us by men who bared their teeth and nails and let us know that by existing we were less than them. 

We cant identify out of our oppression. 

Hey since school has started, my dash has gotten pretty dead.
Please reblog/like if you post

- Waterparks (the band)
- Mutemath
- Walk The Moon
- New Politics
- The Griswolds
- Vinyl Theatre
- Finish Ticket
- Bastille
- Blink 182
- Green Day
- Fall Out Boy
- Simple Plan

Or anything like those. Thanks

anonymous asked:

not to pry or be pushy or anything but your music blog hasn't updated in 5 days... you okay?


The queue ran out… I uh… Oops…

I mean I’m not really okay, I’m in a pretty bad funk right now but the queue running out isn’t really related, I honestly just didn’t notice. I’ll fill it after 3pm so the uploads will start again tomorrow. Get some of those requests taken care of.


Okay so I have a new theory for this scene now that the Sneak Peak with Sebastian is out. I think Izzy goes to a vampire to get her fix. And things turn the wrong way and Sebastian steps in and saves the day, taking her back to his apartment to help her out and then we see the scene unfold in the way that is in the the sneak peak. this scene from today’s sneak peak happens before or after the scene of him saving her. Either he saves her and takes her back to his apartment. or she leaves his apartment and he follows her and saves her. I’m thinking the former but anything is possible. it would make sense to get Izzy to trust him first. Alec doesn’t trust anyone new. Clary and Jace are too far gone into their own problems. I think this is how Sebastian gets introduced. By saving Isabelle life. not to mention, isabelle seems to be wearing the same outfit in both of these promos. God it needs to be June 5th

Originally posted by harry-daddario

Originally posted by harry-daddario