still the deal

My Power Rangers 2017 Story

So I just got back from seeing the new Power Rangers movie, and I plan on writing a review for it sometime this week (spoiler alert: I liked it). My friend and I sat in the same row as a family, and a handful of their kids would periodically get up and leave to go to the bathroom (I overheard one of the parents mentioning an upset stomach) and they had to walk past my friend and I to leave. This happened about three times during the movie, maybe more. Honestly, I didn’t mind. The theatre I was at had really wide rows so I barely had to move to give them enough room. And even if I did, it was still no big deal.

However, once the movie was done and the credits were rolling, the dad tapped me on the shoulder. Now my heart sunk at first because I was periodically squealing during the movie (particularly the zord scene) and I had thought I was doing it quietly to my friend. So I thought I was about to be chewed out for making noise during the movie, but instead he pointed to my blue ranger t-shirt and said, “I can tell you’re a fan, and I’m sorry that my kids kept having to walk past you. Let me buy you a ticket to another show.”

I thanked him profusely, but I politely refused and assured him that his kids were fine and I didn’t miss a thing, which was true. And don’t get me wrong: I don’t blame his kids for needing to go to the bathroom or not feeling well, and I hope he doesn’t either (though he seemed like a nice guy so I’m not worried about that). But that being said, I found it very touching that this complete stranger cared so much about my enjoyment of the movie that he offered to buy me a ticket. Especially in today’s day and age. So in the off chance you’re reading this, Power-Rangers-Movie-Dad: Thank you for your unsolicited and extremely kind offer. You reminded me that there are still good people in the world at a time that I needed to be reminded of that.

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Don’t worry about what everyone else thinks.


This is hard to overcome, believe me - I’m still struggling with dealing with what everyone else may (or may not) think, myself. It’s good to learn not to worry about other people, though - a lot of the time that worry and doubt can hold you back and hinder progress more than help.

You’re doing a great job, no matter what anyone else says or thinks. Stay strong <3

Keep on shining!
♥ Courtney

5

WOD 3/29

Full body workout

So I effed up my ankle somehow on Friday and I’m still dealing with it. Like I probably shouldn’t have even gone to the gym but I already had to skip Monday because of the chiropractor and I didn’t want to do it again. Monday and Tuesday my ankle was in pain and now it’s going between being really weak and slightly painful. It’s not swollen or bruised at all. Really have no idea how I did it. Oh I also dropped a barbell on my toe today. Luckily it was just the bar and not very far off the ground, more funny than anything since it was on the bad foot. I probably should go to bed before I hurt myself more.

@gerinurse

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Again, an AU where Chrom gets a brief short-term memory loss.

I’ve done this scene many times and it’s still giving me trash ideas like this but I couldn’t help it lmao.

I really want Phichit to be super super excited about snow the first year he lives in Detroit and of course Yuuri would be there to be part of all the ‘holy shit there’s snow!’ things like snowball fights and snowmen and Phichit’s 100% convinced he’ll never get tired of the snow until a week later he slips on some ice and falls on his ass while walking to class and he’s never felt so betrayed in his life 

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westallen + third time’s the charm

Restless

I’m always a little bit restless nowadays. That’s a problem. Some days I spend hours pacing circles into the carpet, some days I knock rhythms into desks, some days I can’t think calmly unless I’m running full tilt, tears from cold air drying on my face.
I think I bargained away my stillness at some point but my mind is whirling, spinning, jumping from idea to idea, thought to thought to thought, whiplashing from memory to prophecy so fast I can’t tell what’s real. Can’t remember what I got in exchange.
Doesn’t matter.
People call me Blue. They call me Ink. I write with the speed of a plague and it’s fury but I don’t think that’s new. I can’t remember a time I didn’t fall asleep without words spinning into creation under my tongue. Can’t stay still enough to remember much at all, really.
There’s an old black cat on campus with one blind eye bit two others that work well enough. He likes fish, and chicken as long as it’s raw. He sniffs at my iron chain around my neck disdainfully every time I talk to him. I can’t find it’s clasp anymore. I don’t think there ever was one.
Doesn’t matter.
What does matter are all the poems tacked up on my dorm walls. What matters is the level of cream in the mug outside and the amount of blue pens I still have. What matters is salt on the windowsill and doorway threshold. What matters is that even through the endless momentum I experience, I can still remember my true name. What matters is that They can’t seem to touch my writing at all.

(X)

For fuck’s sake what the actual fuck is happening why is there a fucking bootleg-Del worm thing near me I was just listening to music what the actual hell is going on are you fucking serious I’m 26 years old and I’m about to shit myself like what the fuck technically I didn’t even have a choice about being in this goddamn band I was like 10 and I didn’t even know my own parents and I was raised by a possessed guy and his ghost friend and a zombie looking blue haired twat and an actual goddamn satanist like how the fuck did I even grow up nicely with these arseholes I just wanna dance and have fun like what the fuck even happened I got fucking gunned down and replaced with a fucking robot and now I’m a goddamn adult woman and I’m still dealing with this shit I’m too tired for this what the fuck even is this snake looking fuck get away from me what the actual fuck I’m going to piss myself what the fuck. what the fuckk

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Im sorry but this is too funny and interesting for me to ignore

Mori calling Dazai and he’s avoiding him lmao look at his expression ! basically what’s going on Dazai’s mind:

Dazai:*beep beep* who is this?
Mori: Its me
Dazai: *boutta end the call*

But fully knowing that it is Chuuya:

Chuuya:*calling Dazai*
Dazai: Oh its Chuuya, *picks up anyway* Hello?

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how could you forget ur own mother

goth: @nekophy
geno: @loverofpiggies