remind me of something

anonymous asked:

That Yom Kippur post you made reminded me of something: if a woman began to give birth on the Sabbath, can a doctor be extmept from the 'no working' rule to help her? It would seem rather cruel if that weren't the case.

why, when pregnant woman gives birth on the Sabbath, we must even light a lamp if she requests, even if she’s blind! 

in cases of life or death like this, we push the Sabbath to save the life, and is there any life more precarious than the one of a woman giving birth?

she’s right up there with a person buried in rubble


disclaimer: this blog is for humorous purposes only and while in this case I can say with great confidence that if a person today goes into labor we should get them medical care, even on Shabbat, don’t use this blog as a halachic consultant. there are people for that.

One of the reasons I have been discouraged about writing recently is that my readership has reduced significantly since I started criticising characters. But I was going through my notes on writing today (yes, I have a notebook) and something the King wrote in it reminded me why I write fanfiction.

I write it for myself. I write with the door closed and I write because what I read is not enough. My preferred LIs might not have the biggest fan following but they are worth every ounce of love I pour into my fics for them. Liam, Sean, Chris, Dean, all of them. I am grateful for the few readers I do have because you all leave me such amazing feedback and make me happy when skies are gray (looking at you @liamsqueenchoices and @emteeand). But I just needed to make this post to remind myself why I write. It’s no award-worthy fiction, but it’s happiness to me. ☺

Any of my fellow fanfiction writers who believe their fics are not getting enough exposure, reach out to me. I’ll spam my friends with it. Reblog it with tons of emojis. Just don’t stop writing because people can’t see the magic you’re creating with your words. You deserve recognition and friendship. And I will be honoured to give it to you. ❤

anonymous asked:

Why isn't Stiles at least touching Lydia in the last scene? I mean Scott who's only been dating Malia for like a few days has his arms around Malia so there's no doubt that they're together but Stydia are so awkward. Did they deliberately leave it open so the audience could decide or does DOB hate Holland or something because Stiles posture reminded me of the whole "Well damn I can't control the weather" meme. He'd totally do that. It's so funny.

Ha!

silverwolf2299  asked:

Could you give a little back story on your seanut brittle meme?

That is a great question!!!!! Ok so remember on the Discord group chat where I told you guys my dream about the brownie (for those who don’t know: I had a dream where my dad brought home Cosmic Brownies ™ and I was like super damn happy and well I woke up and forgot about it for a while, and some time later on I got hungry and was like: wait, don’t I have brownies??? So I went to check in the cupboards and I looked around and welp….much to my dismay the brownies were non-existent ;_;) So then I called my sister and told her about the dream XD and she said: “Omg that reminds me of something in a show but I can’t remember!!!” So then we tried to figure out what she was talking about and came to the conclusion it was from SpongeBob. So then afterwards it finally came to mind what episode reminded her of my dream which you can watch the specific clip via here: https://youtu.be/cRO3v4B4Pfk
Then I realized how damn much I related to Patrick that day when my brownies were non-existent .


So yeah! That’s the story of the s e a n u t b r i t t l e meme (also I space out the letters to kinda mimic the “vaporwave font”)

Thanks for asking!!!!!

i had such a magical experience tonight! this little fella followed me for a few blocks. when i saw he wouldn’t stop i turned around & brought him back home. he belongs to my neighbours. i think he liked the smell of weed on me or something. maybe i reminded him of catnip but he purred soooo much lil precious baby ♥️

anonymous asked:

"I try so hard to live and let live on this site, and just when I think that’s all going great something like this comes along to remind me once again that there are some people for whom everything is still and perhaps always will be hopelessly factionalized, politicized, resentment-saturated and grudge-driven." <-- Just wanted to say that I think this is one of the most insightful things you've ever written, and you're a writer of insightful, articulate things. Nice use of the words, man.

Hey, this is from a few days ago as well. I didn’t answer it because I didn’t want to belabor the point unnecessarily, but I don’t feel right not saying thanks at least. Thank you, anon – I appreciate it very much.

that one anime thing with like 8+ color-swapped versions of the same kid. is that real? is it an actual show or something? the art style kinda reminds me of shin chan with a little bit of sargent frog. 

i’m not looking to get into the show I just need clarification if the show’s real or I’m just hallucinating. I’m not even sure if it’s a show. could be a movie or a game or something. 

  • expectation at age 13: will grow up to become the extroverted, witty, and enchanting elizabeth bennet
  • reality at age 22: has grown up to become the introverted, awkward, and stressed out fitzwilliam darcy

Listen.

there is a universe right outside of your window, but there is no monster under your bed.

there are a thousand stars in that sky, and not a single one of them believes you are insignificant. 

there are more than a million songs playing around the world at this very moment, and every one is written by someone who’s cried themselves to sleep at least once.

there is no known end to space, so breathe and understand that a school test won’t end it all.

find yourself in the stars, in the music, in the universe. 

Open all your windows, let the sunshine in and put on your comfiest clothes and start throwing away everything you don’t need anymore. Pile up the clothes you haven’t worn in months and donate them. Do the same with books, jewelry, shoes, blankets, furniture, etc. Vacuum, make your bed, turn on your favorite tunes and sing them loudly. Drink lots of water in between verses and make yourself a nice lunch. Enjoy every bite. Buy a new shirt or piece of art online. It’ll give you something to look forward to this week but remind yourself there are a lot of things to look forward to. We live in a world where there are still mountains that haven’t been climbed, parts of the ocean that haven’t been discovered and there are lakes and rivers and animals that are evolving. And so are you. You’re going to be okay.

Sometimes I hate being trans. A lot of the time, actually. While everyone else is moving forward, you’re feel like you’re waiting, waiting, waiting. For the next GIC appointment. For hormones to show any effect. For surgery. For the next surgery. For forms and reports and assessments to be filled out.

These things take weeks, months, years. Whole parts of your life get eaten away on waiting lists for services that are already stretched to their limit. And all the time you want everything to stop - to right itself in some magical overnight miracle. You spend nights crying and asking ‘why me?’ Why am I the one who has to be stuck here? 

But you will get there. I promise you. Nobody knows patience like us trans folk. We have to be strong, mentally, emotionally and physically, because we are forced to be by our very nature. It’s something huge to bear and it’s okay if you’re not always okay. It isn’t fun, and it isn’t fair. And it’s okay to grieve - for being born with the wrong parts, or for all the times that your body restricted you in life - for the things you wish you had. Grieve if you need to. 

There is light and dark to everything in life. Being trans is no exception. Keep going. Wait and fight and grieve and celebrate and live - in the way that only we trans people know how. 

You’ll come out stronger in the end.