react with peace

 EVERY STEP OF THE WAY (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: Bellamy an reader imagine where reader is pregnant with Bellamy’s baby after a drunken night an reader confess to him that its his an he wants to raise it with her but they dont tell eachother how they feel. Murphy is both their best friend and teases bellamy about situation cause he is the god father.Then one of the hundred tries to kill her an they confess. With fluff


A/N: hi I decided to make it as a grounder tries to kill her just because i couldn’t think of any reason or situation why one of the 100 would xoxo hope u like it

Today is the day it was suddenly real. For a while, the thought of having Bellamy had taken over your senses. You’re not sure if it was your survival mode kicking in, being on the ground and everything, or if you just needed to stop gawking over the 100′s leader. 

You had wrestled with your inappropriate thoughts of Bellamy to the point that you actively avoided being alone with him. He didn’t notice much, but he could tell something about you was off. And he wanted to know what it was.

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anonymous asked:

DAI- Low approval companions reacting to inquisitor giving a peace offering. if possible include the advisors please.


Originally posted by thatretaillife

Accepts the offering. She wants their relationship to be better, but she’s not entirely sure if she wants to trust them yet.


Originally posted by gameraboy

He warily eyes the gift like this until he finally takes it. He wants to believe they’re turning over a new leaf, but he can’t let down his guard yet.

Iron Bull:

Originally posted by usedpimpa

They offered him something he really likes, and he can’t sense any outward deception, so he takes it and thanks them. It doesn’t stop him from being suspicious, though.


Originally posted by allreactions

He’s honestly surprised they want to make nice, but he’ll play along and see if they’re worth a second chance.


Originally posted by gurl

She’s still not really sold yet, but they seem like they genuinely want to do better with her, so she’ll take it while side-eyeing them. “A little gift won’t fix this, but I’ll take it. Let’s see if you can do better, Herald.”


Originally posted by sara-dree

He senses their emotions– and they mean it. They want to change. They want to be better, and it makes him happy. “It’s not hard to start being kind,” he says cheerfully, “I know. Let me help.”


Originally posted by black-ishabc

She’s not convinced, but she’ll take the gift politely and keep an eye on them to see if they really do change.


Originally posted by freckledfemlock

Shit. It’s really good wine they’re offering as a peace offering. If they seem sincere, he’ll take it and after a moment’s pause, offer to share. He tries to scope them out as they drink with him to see if they really mean peace.


Originally posted by grapesupyournose

His initial reaction is suspicion; he finds truly wanting to change to be a rare occasion, but he takes it. He speaks with Cole later to find insight onto what the Herald’s intentions are, and if Cole says they’re genuine, he acts a bit nicer to them. Perhaps time would heal their relationship.


Originally posted by gameraboy

He knows a thing or two about wanting to smooth a relationship over or change, so if they seem honest, he’ll respond nice enough and hopes this means better things.


Originally posted by reactiongifes

Does not trust this. Not one bit. Refuses the offering.


Originally posted by becausebirds

She’s honestly stunned by their thoughtfulness. She would like to have a better working relationship with them, so she smiles and takes the gift with gratitude.

i think im going to literally die everytime i see tom holland in my dash cause i just stop breathing, my brain goes haywire my heart beats faster than light, my skin feels like it opened millions of black holes, my nerves snaps themselves in half and my body overheats. is there a cure for this?

The Argument

Luke Hemmings Imagine

A/N: Just a little request I found some time to whip up. Hope you enjoy! 


“You’re acting like a child Luke, you don’t just get to decide this for the both of us!” You screamed at him. 

“You know why it needs to be this way, don’t act like you don’t understand because I know you do.”

“Understand what? That your family is apparently more important than mine?”

“Stop twisting my words! I just mean that you get to see your family all the time and I see mine only on breaks and holidays. I just want to spend Thanksgiving with my family, why are you making this so difficult?”

“Luke I understand that’s what you want, but we’ve spent every single holiday with your parents since we’ve been together. I’ve missed out on every Christmas, every Thanksgiving, and every Easter since we started dating five years ago! Can’t you let me bring my boyfriend over for Thanksgiving to meet my family?” You shouted at him.

“I’ve already met your family!” He shouted right back, throwing his arms up in exasperation.

“Yeah, four years ago! And we’ve never been back. Besides, you met my mom and dad, not my aunts and uncles and grandparents and cousins and everyone else that’s dying to meet my long term boyfriend. You’re a big part of my life Luke, but so are they. Can’t you compromise this one time?”

“Stop making me feel bad Y/N, you know I’m busy. You signed up for this lifestyle too you know! Don’t pretend I’m the only one making things difficult. And it’s not even my fault I’m busy all the time so don’t make me feel like it is!” You could see the vein in his neck popping out, but you were too worked up to care.

“Oh please don’t act like you have no choice Luke, you can fly your family out to see you any time you want! Can’t you just compromise for once and have Thanksgiving with my family?”

“No! They hate me anyways.” He spoke shortly.

“Yeah, because they don’t know any better. They know the rockstar Luke Hemmings from the tabloids, not the Luke my sweet, dedicated boyfriend. They met you one time when you picked me up to go on a date, that’s all they know. For all they know, you’re the playboy the press makes you out to be, seeing as though you never come around enough for them to know any better.” You spoke with malice, holding the tears back the only way you knew how; by shouting even louder.

“Y/N you always do this, don’t be a fucking bitch. We’re going to Australia for Thanksgiving and that’s final.” He crossed his arms, chest heaving and throat aching from all the yelling. You two hadn’t fought like this in a long time and Luke didn’t think he had ever seen you as angry as you were when he uttered that ultimatum.

“You know I don’t even know why I bother being in this relationship, because it seems pretty one sided to me. You know ever since the band took off, it’s like all of my needs come second to you and your rockstar universe and I’m sick of it. I hope you enjoy your Thanksgiving without a girlfriend.” You spat before turning on your heel and exiting the apartment, slamming the door shut behind you.

“Fine!” He yelled after you, but he doubt you heard him. Luke let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding before releasing a cry of frustration he was sure the whole building could hear, tearing at his hair and kicking a dining chair across the room. He hated fighting with you. You always knew just how to make him feel guilty and he always ended up saying things he didn’t mean. Though suddenly, Luke’s eyes widened at the realization that you had just left him. Neither of you had ever walked out of an argument before. Usually you just yelled at each other about something stupid until one of your apologized and you ended the night with killer make up sex.But now, the only thought running through his mind was the question as to whether you left him for Thanksgiving, or for forever. He prayed to God it wasn’t the latter. You were to precious to him to allow you to walk out.

Anxiously, Luke picked up his phone and dialed your number. It rang once before going straight to voicemail. He called again and this time it rang twice before he heard your sweet voice telling him to leave a message. Clearly, you were ignoring him. He called a third time, only this time it went straight to voicemail. Great, you had turned your phone off. Sighing, he hung up before opening the message ap and shooting you a text.

I’m so sorry :-(. Pls come home.

He groaned in frustration before he began dialing the number of your best friend. He knew that’s where you had to be.

“Um, hello?” Her high pitched voice rang through the speaker and Luke breathed a sigh of relief that she had actually picked up.

“Mary, hi, uh, it’s Luke.” He gasped into the phone.

“Hey Luke.” She noticeably sighed on the other end and he heard a voice in the background whispering something.

“Is Y/N there?” He heard some scuffling in the background before he picked out a voice that could only belong to you.

“I don’t want to see him.”

Her dismissal of him hurt a lot more than he thought it would and Luke hung his head, pressing the phone closer to his ear. “Please, I need to speak with her.”

“Just a second Luke.” Mary snapped, before whispering back to you. “He sounds so sad Y/N, c’mon just give him a chance.” She whispered to you, holding her hand over the phone so Luke wouldn’t be able to hear. 

“You didn’t hear the things he said or how he said them.” He heard you mumble and his heart broke at your melancholy tone. There was more mumbling and scuffling coming from the other line before Mary came back on the line, her voice barely above a whisper.

“She doesn’t want to talk right now, but between you and me I’m taking her out to the club tonight around eight okay?”

“Oh my god, thanks so much Mary.”

“Yeah, yeah just don’t screw this up.” She scowled before hanging up on him. Luke chuckled before hanging up the phone and rushing upstairs to put on some nicer clothes. He was going to win you back if it was the last thing he ever did.


The pounding beat of the club remix pounded through his ears as Luke scoured the floor for you. He hadn’t had any luck so far, but he wasn’t giving up hope quite yet.

Just as he was taking another sip of his drink, he saw Mary’s familiar curly head of hair dragging another figure dressed all in black behind her. Even from here, Luke could tell you just didn’t look the same. You didn’t look excited to be here like you usually were when Luke took you out, but instead like this was the last place on earth you wanted to be. Mary pulled you through the crowd and Luke watched, getting up from his seat and making his way over to you. But as soon as your eyes locked with his hopeful baby blues, a scowl appeared on your face and you yanked your hand out of Mary’s grip.

“You told him we were coming?” You growled fresh anger coursing through your veins.

“Y/N please don’t be mad. I just want you guys to talk.”

“That was not your decision to make.” You hissed, shooting a glare towards Luke.

“Baby come on I-” Luke started, but you cut him off.

“I don’t want to hear it.” You snapped, rendering Luke silent. “I’m leaving.” You turned on your heel and began marching out of the club. Mary shot him a sympathetic glance before he took off running after you.

You had already gone out the back door of the club by the time he got to you, the fast click of your stilettos the only sound reverberating through the darkness. Luke couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle. He hated that you were still angry with him, but damn you were cute when you were mad.

“Baby where are you going?” Luke exhaled.

“Away from you.” You spoke soundly, wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth. Your little black dress may be cute, but it wasn’t warm enough for this cold October weather.

“C’mon baby I said I was sorry.” He whined, but you only walked faster.

“No actually you didn’t say anything.” You huffed.

“Well maybe if you would give me a chance to say it then we could both go home.” He was beginning to tire of your refusal to forgive him.

“Don’t pretend like it’s going to be that easy Lucas.”

Oh shit. You only ever called him Lucas once before and that was the angriest you had ever been at him. There’s no way he wanted to repeat that incident, so he figured it was time to start groveling.

A clap of thunder jolted the both of you, echoing through the quiet night. Luke suddenly felt a raindrop hit his cheek and within three seconds the skies opened and rain fell like a hurricane around you two.

“Motherfucker!” You shouted. It had also been awhile since he heard you swear. “Is this how the day is going to go!?” You shouted to no one. As if the universe had taken the challenge, Luke heard the a sharp snap and watched as you went down to the pavement. The heel of your shoe had just broken and so you sat in a puddle of water, hair clinging to your face and mascara running down your cheeks. You struggled to get up, standing with a broken fervor.

Luke took this opportunity to shrug off his jacket and gingerly place it around your shoulders, scared as to how you would react to his peace offering. Frowning, you molded your body into the fur lined jacket and Luke, taking this as a sign of your tolerance of him for the time being, scooped you into his arms and held you close, shielding you from the wind and rain allowing himself to take the brunt of it instead.

After about ten minutes of walking in complete silence, Luke was able to hail the two of you a cab. An even quieter taxi drive and elevator ride later, the two of you were back in your apartment and you still hadn’t spoken a single word to him. Your expression was unreadable as you stripped yourself of the soaked dress. Changing into a pair of sweatpants and hoodie, you tromped downstairs, leaving Luke alone in the bedroom. He had to think of a really great way to apologize before you left him for real.

Tentatively, Luke made his way downstairs after you where he found you sitting on the couch, mindlessly flipping through channels on the TV. The sound of your sneeze, followed by the saddest little sniffle he had ever heard. As quiet as he could, Luke made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a can of soup to heat over the stove. He also began brewing a cup of tea, making it just how he knew you liked it. After they were all warm, he placed them on a tray along with a small flower you kept in a vase next to the sink. He carried the tray into the living room snagging a blanket off the back of a chair before he snuck over to you and placed the tray on the table and spread the blanket over you.

“What are you doing?” You halfheartedly mumbled, almost too tired and too sick to be mad anymore.

“What I should have done earlier.” Luke knelt down in front of you, taking your hand in his before taking a deep breath. “Baby I am so sorry that I acted like a selfish prick and called you names. I didn’t mean anything I said and you’re completely right it was selfish of me to always put my needs in front of your own and I promise to listen to you more from now on. Darling, please forgive me? Oh and I’ve decided to fly my family up here so we can all have Thanksgiving at your house together. That is, if you’ll still have me.” He rambled, his soft blue eyes begging for you to take him back.

You couldn’t help but to offer up a soft smile at your boyfriend, so desperately and literally begging on his knees for your forgiveness. What could you say? You loved the boy, now matter how big of a dick he could be sometimes.

“You really mean it?” Your face lit up at his suggestion and Luke beamed.

“Of course I do baby. I’d do anything for you sweetheart.”

You sighed, throwing your arms around him and pulling him towards you, his head hitting your chest since he was still on his knees.

“And I’m sorry for being petty and ignoring your calls and blowing everything out of proportion. But thank you for apologizing and of course I forgive you. And don’t be silly I definitely still want you there for Thanksgiving. I was just mad so I said what I knew would hurt you.” You frowned, guilt taking over you now that you realized he had thought you had broken up with him.

“I love you sweetheart.” Luke placed a warm kiss on your lips before plopping down on the couch next to you and pulling to tray on to his lap. “I know you’re catching cold, and I can’t help but feel a little guilty about it so I made you some soup and tea with honey.”

“Ugh you’re so good to me.”

“Only because you deserve it babe.” He leaned down to kiss your temple before wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into him as you slurped the soup, humming in content.
Perhaps you and Luke weren’t the perfect hollywood couple and maybe sometimes you argued over petty things, but goddamn were the two of you in love.



This started off as just a simple sketch of pink haired hux, but as i drew it i started thinking about canon hux and how he’d react to his pink-haired peace-loving AU counterpart. Scorn, perhaps? Lots of sneering and a few catty remarks about AU Hux’s hair colour choices?

But maybe deep down canon hux resents the path he was set on since joining the Academy and then the First Order… maybe he wishes for something more? A life where he’s not the figurehead of an evil military junta, where he had the courage to run away? 

And once I drew hux, of course I had to give him a companion kylo too~

(blue milkshake hux is the creation of @nightsofllyn and senator amidala belongs to… actually I don’t really know… the collective efforts of the fandom?? haha)

*jumps onto the Voltron bandwagon /and Galra Keith bandwagon/*

Awww yeah! Have some… I guess Klance? Does this count? Yeah probably. Of course it does. Eeeenjoy!

If you’d possibly like to see more, well, like or reblog! But remember,

reblogs > likes.

Ediit: Maybe draw part 2 later or something but w/e.


Melkor and entropy

((what? am I posting weird shit again? Why yes I am!!  And I swear I´m as surprised as you, truly! oAo ))

Today during physics class we re-learned the concept of entropy (something I learned when I was fifteen, but that we are learning again because it is super important in medicine for some reason o___o )

So, I while being reminded of the concept of entropy, almost immediately after I thought about crackinthecup ´s post about Melkor chaos a destruction and also melkorslegacy ((yes you again xD)) which I loved to tiny pieces (and yes, again I´m not tagging so won´t be forced to read. But maybe you tow would prefer I tagged you as in officialy tagging, dunno x´D??) This is somewhat (I believe ) related to them.

Lets briefly define the concept of entropy first:

Entropy = A measure of the number of specific ways in which a thermodinamic system may be arranged, commonly understood as a measure of disorder

Now, before  we start the relation of Melkor with entropy (no, this is NOT going to get too scientist or technical, be at ease -_-), let explain the relation of entropy and our universe a little bit.

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anonymous asked:

Romano, Russia, Netherlands and Canada reacting to their usually peaceful and chill s/o aggressively and passionately defending them after someone said something very rude? (thank you!)

Romano/Lovino Vargas:    “Now I see why everyone likes your brother better.”

     Wow. Low blow. To be perfectly honest, Lovi here didn’t even know what to say at first. He wanted to cry. He didn’t, of course, but he wanted to. He pushed the fact that he was extremely hurt to the back of his mind, about to yell something in reply when you jumped up in front of him, face inches away from the person who had so cold heartedly spoken of him. The rage that flew from your lips was almost as full of curses as Lovino’s regular speech pattern, and to be honest, he felt the slightest bit of pride in his chest. It was short lived though, the memory of what this person had said and the insecurities that came with it flooding back into his head soon enough. He zoned out after about another minute of you yelling, focused on what he had been told. Once you were satisfied with your rant, you turned to look at him, regaining his attention. Neither of you spoke for a bit, just stared at each other, before Lovino spoke up, a smirk on his face. “…Taking after me, ah? Good, that’ll get you places.” He thanked you later. As for now, he wanted to change the subject in attempt to get those awful words out of his head.

Russia/Ivan Braginsky:    “They’re only with you because they feel bad.”

    Ivan’s initial reaction was to try and intimidate this person into leaving him alone. That only lasted for a few seconds, seeing as you were quick to angrily offer up a list of other reasons you were with him. You had dozens of points. So many, that his pale cheeks turned a nice pink. You didn’t notice though. You were too busy verbally slamming this person into the fuckin’ ground, saying things like, “What are you talking about?! He’s adorable!” And. “He’s kind, and unbelievably considerate!”. You were so intimidating, in fact, that this person actually apologized. I mean, it was hard to believe that someone with the pride to challenge Ivan like that in the first place was so willing to apologize only a few minutes later, but it was loud and clear. It wasn’t half assed and faked either, it was a legitimate apology. You seemed pleased with your work, so you turned back to him. He just had an adoring smile on his face as he ruffled your hair, bending down to kiss your forehead. Though he insisted he was fine, and he didn’t believe what they had said, you made sure to remind him that you were with him for a reason, not just out of pity. That he was loved and important.

Netherlands/Abel Mogens:    “Whatever, you’re probably high anyway.”

    To be honest, Abel wasn’t even very angry when he heard this. More just annoyed. He had been in a debate, and when the other person realized they were losing, they tried to dismiss it by saying this. You overheard the whole thing from a slight distance, and when this came up, something snapped, and you immediately stormed over and started yelling. Normally you would be calmer, but you were sick and tired of him being stereotyped like this. It didn’t  make any sense! You stopped just inches away from their face, and practically spat some common sense into them. Or, tried to, at least. “Are you serious? That doesn’t even make sense! Do you go around and look at people who smoke thinking, ‘Oh, they must just be high all the time.’ ” You huffed and rolled your eyes. “No!  The answer is no, you don’t! You’re just saying that because you were losing, and wanted to brush it off and feel like you won! Shut up.” Abel blinked. This was certainly unusual. He didn’t mind it though, you made some valid arguments. However, it came to a point where he thought you might murder the other person, and put a hand on your shoulder. You stopped, and looked up. Blinking, you allowed a small, sheepish smile to stretch across your slightly reddened face. The person who’d made the comment used this time to scurry away.

Canada/Matthew Williams:    “Why don’t you just disappear already?”

      There was a full ten seconds of silence following this. In these ten seconds, the one saying this realized they had crossed a line. The glare you gave was enough to clue them in, and the way you asked them to repeat themselves gave them goose bumps. “…What?” The venom dripping from your tongue in this one word was enough to chill anyone, and the silence amplified the sense of dread and fear gnawing at that person. Matthew just stood there, eyes wide in shock and close to tears at he stared. Sure, he’d always felt a little bit like people wanted him gone, but hearing somebody blatantly say it out loud was devastating beyond description. He watched as you went off, blinking a few times, still paralyzed, in a way. You would normally try to ration things out with people who were unnecessarily rude, but this was outright hateful, and you were not about to let it slide. More than once, you almost got physical, but decided against it for Matthew’s sake. Though frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised if your poisonous words felt like a harsh slap to the face. Even though the person rapidly apologized and literally ran off, you chased after them for a few seconds, still shouting profanities and such behind them. You then rushed back to Matthew, who hadn’t moved an inch. This was going to take a long time for him to recover from, and he hadn’t even noticed your sudden change of attitude. Not with all the thoughts buzzing around in his head right now.


[[@hmshood51​ / @hopposisland - Whichever works]]

An end, or more a new beginning. It had been quite a few years since Kako had finished her duties with the navy, her like many others of the first few Toya fleet generations were near set for their human life. All given packages from the navy itself as well as added gifts from both Jun’you and Haya, well set to start their lives, find their paths, and live.

Kako’s path found itself into schooling, training, and now finally she was a certified chiropractor. Living in a one bedroom place, a simple life despite her sister and step-sister’s nagging to find herself a nicer home to live. But to Kako it was all she needed, she’d lost so much that she felt the small living space fit her perfectly. Not too much to manage, but enough to fulfill her needs, leaving her not in need of seeking out others to fill any empty void.

This let her focus on her job, going from place to place helping ship girls and humans a like who still had duties to attend to. The war itself was well over, but like all conflicts there was still a need for the ship girls to react to straggling abyssals and peace keeping efforts. Support really. As for Kako, her own business per-say, or an extension of another that sent trained professionals around. Mirroring her early days as a diplomatic envoy. But being so singular minded, Kako’s own boss told her to take the summer off. Leaving her drifting and sleeping through most of the days, meeting up with friends here and there but nothing special.

Least till she sat down to rest at the seaside, parked on a bench before letting her head fall back to rest a little. Sounds and smells of the ocean bringing back livelier times. Not expecting anyone to find her or any company at all.

Maybe it’s not about you

Ever have one of those days when everything is going perfectly fine…until someone makes a comment that completely derails you? Maybe it’s something in the tone of voice or a funny look – and you just can’t shake it off. What is that supposed to mean? Did I do something wrong? What’s her problem, anyway?

Before you know it, a quick encounter unfolds into a major incident in your mind. You feel wronged. You’re consumed by a sense of injustice. And you’re taking it very personally.

That level of response might occasionally motivate (Oh yeah? I’ll show them!), but it’s also deflating. It sucks up our energy, and it gets us stuck dwelling on the downsides. We focus on feeling mistreated, and it can sour a relationship. If we obsess over the wrongdoing, our general outlook can become negative, which pushes people away. We also lose the time and attention we’d put toward more constructive efforts – because we’re letting the little things get the best of us.

In those moments, it helps to pause and ask, Is this really about me? What else might be going on? That simple zoom-out in perspective can keep us from taking things too much to heart. It helps us detach emotionally. We notice patterns and anomalies in what’s happening. The smallness of the small stuff becomes clear.

And the payoff is huge: Our zoomed-out perspective lets us walk around a situation and see it from new angles. We empathize better and can better imagine why someone might behave a certain way. We find opportunities in what might seem like failures. We look at upsets in context and do more than just react. We gain more peace of mind.

To show you what we mean, we’ve played out the ups and downs of taking things too personally in everyday situations. If any feel like potential sore spots for you, try our suggestions for zooming out and adjusting your point of view.

Taking it personally: Oh, of course she has a better idea for things to see and places to go. I was just trying to make a suggestion for the group dinner. She always has to prove how she knows more than I do.
Zooming out: Whether it’s a chip on your shoulder or a monkey on your back, we each have our own trigger issues. Identifying what pushes our buttons helps us remember to let some of it slide, because what’s happened in the past isn’t necessarily what’s going on now.
Readjusting your view: This is such a pet peeve of mine – and it always makes me mad! It’s like how my sister always used to overcorrect me in front of our parents. It’s annoying, but I’m probably overreacting.

Taking it personally: He said he liked that band, but now he’s making fun of them in front of everyone. He knows I’m supposed to go see them next week. Is he trying to make fun of me?
Zooming out: It’s normal to feel uneasy when your assumptions are suddenly out of sync with reality. There might be something to it, or there might not – but spinning your wheels to guess at it will definitely get you bent out of shape. Instead, step back and imagine what might have transpired to change things. This kind of empathy can ease the emotional impact.
Readjusting your view: I don’t get it. Maybe he’s trying to fit in? That band rocks, so I guess it doesn’t really matter what he thinks. Whatever. I can ask him about it some other time.

Taking it personally: She totally ignored me when I said hello in the hallway earlier. And she even sped up as she went by. What’s with the cold shoulder? Did I do something to make her mad?
Zooming out: People make careless mistakes all the time. Often without realizing it. Often in ways that really don’t register as important to them. We choose what to give meaning to in our lives – so don’t sweat the small stuff, and don’t fall down the rabbit hole over-analyzing it.
Readjusting your view: That was weird. I don’t know how she couldn’t have seen me, but I guess it’s possible. Maybe she was distracted. Or in a rush. Oh well, it was just in passing. No big deal.

Taking it personally: That draft took me all week to write, and he barely took an hour to slash through most of it. It seems so harsh. Does he really think I’m such a lost cause?
Zooming out: Oof, tough feedback. It’s hard not to take a critique of something we’ve done as a critique of who we are. But in most cases, people aren’t going out of their way to make us feel bad. While it takes some mental effort, hear the feedback as an opportunity to learn how to do it better next time rather than a statement about what’s wrong with you. (That said, this is a very common sticking point. If you want extra help, check out our tips on how to take the fear out of feedback.)
Readjusting your view: Yikes. This isn’t exactly encouraging. I’m not sure where it went wrong. But I know he’s editing this because he wants to make it better. I need to try to think about it that way.

Taking it personally: I don’t understand why my boss has to snap at me all the time. It’s like I can’t do anything right. She takes everything out on me – it’s not fair!
Zooming out: Sometimes it’s not you – it’s them. And while they may be the ones making it personal, they are out of your control. When you’re trapped with bad behavior, you have two choices. You can choose to engage in some way and brace yourself for some potential ugliness. Or you can choose to focus on what you can do to make your situation better.
Readjusting your view: This is crazy. There’s got to be something else going on. I hope it passes. Or if this is who she really is, I need to figure out how I can make it work…or hatch a plan to move on.
Shailene Woodley Livestreams Her Arrest During Dakota Access Pipeline Protest
"It's because I'm well known. It's because I have 40,000 people watching"

I’d like to invite anyone who sees this to watch it. This is the world we live in, where the police react to a peaceful protest by being dressed in full tactical gear with batons and gas masks and enormous guns and dogs.  
We need to see this and we need to help.

Don’t participate in #stoptheparade! There are innocent families with children who are in the City, you’re putting them in danger!

No, the NYPD who choose to react to peaceful protests using violence are the ones who will put people in danger. The protesters are threatening no one: Blaming them for the violence of cops is willful ignorance.

Shut it down.