stupid optimism

no but people who don’t like pacific rim because it wasn’t logical or scientifically accurate like

yes

we know

we don’t care

it is an homage to that genre. the original godzilla was a dude clearly in a rubber suit stomping cardboard tokyo and we were supposed to just accept that. pacific rim is a movie where a government council sat around like “what are we gonna do about these giant aliens coming from the ocean?”

“let’s build equally giant robots to punch them in the face”

“yes perfect” and like, that was of course the logical response because it’s friggin cool

mako didn’t use the sword because she had to wait until the perfect cinematic moment to do so

this movie is a love letter to painfully dumb action movies, but it is also one of the smartest movies i’ve ever seen. it’s just telling a story in a different way. instead of having audience vehicle main character explain everything to us, the movie shows you a world and asks you to accept its premise, and then lets you discover the story yourself.

this movie glorifies platonic love and familial bonds, this movie is about how we as people are stronger together, that it’s not one lone hero guy who can save the world, but the unity of all of us. it’s about the sheer unmitigated gall of humanity- “fuck this noise, we’re canceling the apocalypse!” it’s about the stupid dumb loud optimism that looks at the world and wants it to better, demands it be better, and does so with fists of steel.

it’s bombast and noise and i love it to bits so shut up and sit down and let me enjoy my giant robots punching giant monsters in the face okay?

Knock, Knock Ch.1: Not So Nice To Meet You

A/N: Yay, I started a new fic! It’s inspired by the obnoxiously thin walls of my own new apartment, and I hope you enjoy it more than I enjoy the sounds of my neighbor snoring. 

If you’d rather read on AO3, it’s here.


Look on the bright side, Mary Margaret said.

A least you have a job and a place to live other than your old yellow Bug, she said.

At least you have friends and people who love you, she said.

Mary Margaret. That damn woman and her insufferable fucking optimism. Emma had just let herself start enjoying her silly, cheap apartment with her sad, thin walls. She’d just started calling her obnoxious neighbor Ruby one of her very closest friends; she’d just started considering the sounds of Ruby’s toilet and television and late-night phone conversations to be the sounds of home and the damn stupid girl finally lets down her Fort Knox fucking walls and decides to move in with the doctor she’d been “just screwing” and left Emma far behind. As fucking usual.

OK. It wasn’t Ruby’s fault. In fact, in all honesty, Emma was truly happy for her friend. Happy that she was happy, of course. But also happy because it gave Emma a sense of hope much deeper than Mary Margaret’s (well meaning) platitudes. Ruby finding happiness despite her painful past made Emma believe maybe she could do the same herself. Possibly. Someday.

But that didn’t make the sting of losing Ruby any less painful. And worse, it didn’t do anything to alleviate the absolute agony of having to cope with a new neighbor.

A loud, British neighbor who screamed bloody fucking murder at soccer games and had way too many gruff friends crammed in his living room every other goddamn night – burping and snorting and hee-hawing and overall making Emma wish for the days she was sleeping in the backseat of a half-broken car in the middle of  a snowstorm.

But maybe he could end up being your friend, Mary Margaret said. Why don’t you introduce yourself instead of angry-texting me about him? she said.

Fucking Mary Margaret and her stupid, idiotic optimism. No.

Emma threw herself back into her work – bail bondsperson-ing required a surprising amount of paperwork and googling – doing all she could to ignore the existence of the British bastard and all his stupid noises.

And she was successful, mostly. That is, until she started to hear some huffing and a little grunting and the telltale bounce of springs.

Fuck. This was something she was absolutely not going to listen to. Guess she was going to have to meet the asshole after all.

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Yours - Yugyeom

Author’s Note: Y’all. I love you, Anon. And I love open endings. (I can’t with you. A request can never be too long.) I wanted to make a pun but then I left it because I am being annoying. Anyway, I hope you like it!

Word Count: 1841

Genre: Angst, Smut

Group: GOT7

Member/s: Yugyeom

Request: Okay this request is long as fuck. Okay so you do a pregnancy test and its positive and you throw it away and leave the bathroom but a trainee sees it when she goes in a she tells jyp and jyp is like because of the fact that yugyeom is doing so well and he’s a baby I need you to leave , I’ll take care of you and your child by providing for you but you need to leave because you can’t ruin yugyeoms career. So then you’re crying packing your stuff and yugyeom walks into the dorm and is like (½)

What’s wrong? And you just kiss him senseless and have goodbye sex. And basically while he’s sleep you leave. A couple months later like towards when you’re showing you’re craving food and you go to the store and basically got7 comes in the store and basically one F them sees you and is like HOLY SHIT and when yugyeom sees you he’s like ..you were cheating on me and then left me ? And he basically gets all mad and yells at you and one of them are like calm down ( I lied its 2/3)

This is so long I can’t deal LMAO but anyways they’re like calm down and basically you’re crying and because of your hormones your like this is YOUR CHILD jyp made me leave for YOUR CAREER and you accidentally let it slip and Jackson and mark and all them are like oh my god (3/3) I KNOW ITS ALOT I SO SORRY I GOT EXCITED LOL NDKSN (Anon)


“Y/N, I know this might be hard for you. But, Yugyeom’s career is growing strong at the moment and I don’t think a kid would be either good for him or his career.”

You seemed numbed at the moment, you obviously knew what was going to happen when the heads of the entertainment found out. But somehow you thought that maybe they’d show a little bit of sympathy.

On the other hand, it was just a stupid string of optimism you held onto and the said sentence cut right through your hopes of continuing your relationship with the person you truly loved.

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Stupid optimism is the most disappointing thing of all. By ‘stupid’ I mean the faith that adjustment to certain forms or practices of living and thinking – for example, the prospect of class mobility, the romantic narrative, normalcy, nationality, or a better sexual identity – will secure one’s happiness. Achieving conventionality … is not the same as achieving security.
—  Lauren Berlant, Cruel Optimism (126)
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Forget what I said in my last post, these trees are right down the street from the trees in my last post and they are magnificently hairy. Not only do they have more coverage they have more variety too.

I was going to post photos of the current state of growth on the titular logs but was too saddened by their total lack of development. How can I not take it personally? I have been at this for 2 years and essentially the big zip in lichen. Tomorrow I am stopping on my way home and treating myself to a couple of lava rocks. Ugly though they may be, boy can they grow lichen. At least they grow it everywhere else, we’ll see how they do in my yard. I remain stupidly optimistic.

I close with violets because they were growing along my attempted run (which actually turned out to be a walk) and because why not.
Lichen on!

One thing I want to do someday

One day, if I have kids, I want to encourage them.

I see and know and experience what so many people go through when parents, usually with good intentions, crush their kids’ hopes and dreams.
I want to encourage my future kid or kids to do whatever they want, and acknowledge that, while it may be hard, strive to be the best you can be at what you love.

Encourage learning and exploring interests, and explain to your kid that it may be unrealistic and that there will be problems and challenges, without pruning that interest and curiosity.

nardyjones  asked:

Hi Kat, So per the tags on your latests posts, you're still team April-May for the CO? I'm on the fence, a lot of "knowings" blogs seems to think it will be later in the year or next year, what are your thoughts about that? I was team last year, before WWA and then november, and then before OTRA, so now, I think my optimism is stupid. But I'm still team April/May...on most days.

My thoughts on “knowing” blogs is that they know nothing more than you and I do: they observe, analyse, judge, speculate and guess just as we do, and sometimes they are right, sometimes they are wrong, just as we are. So my 2 cents on that is “follow your own logic, trust your own judgment”. What I have consistently observed in my two years in the fandom is 1. things were stuck for a good long while but started changing late Oct/early Nov 2013, which is when Eleanor was slowly but surely moved out of the foreground, Azoff popped up, and we started getting more subliminal messaging, and pictures, on Louis and Harry. When the WWA tour was announced, my first thought was: okay then, they needed a break, but they will want to do this stadium tour cause they will never get that chance again, and they will brave it through, and come out as soon as they can after. I felt very conflicted when OTRA (leg 1) was announced because it meant that that would no longer be possible - since then I have been hoping for April. I stand by tha - because I am an optimist (optimism is good, you need optimism to change the world), because the boys have faught the closet all along, because it looks like they would rather be out sooner than later, and because all that has been happening in August, November, and steadily since the start of OTRA is just so big that I don’t think it is feasible or smart for them to keep this in for very much longer. The more the message of “Larry” is being spread in the media, the more people will see it. The Independent is now openly talking about the stress of “boyfriends” being hidden. Harry is now widely considered “allegedly bisexual”. Everyone knows about the Larry rumours. We are no longer under attack as being delusional. Louis has been acknowledging rainbow flags. And as many people keep saying, Louis is so widely considered “the gay one” that his closeting would have ended with Eleanor. Poolgirl bought a little extra time to control the message and give some fans a little extra time to adjust. She is not there to stay, otherwise they’d have kept El. Because of all of the above, and because i am an optimist, I think that April is more likely than May, which is more likely than November. I am 100 per cent certain they will be out by Christmas, and about 90 per cent that they will be out when I next see them in Brussels. I will bring my rainbows.

anonymous asked:

You narusaks don't give a fuck about Sasuke or team fucking 7. If Narusaku became canon, none of you would care about Sasuke nor cared about him returning since you would get your otp. Get the fuck out of here. None of you cared about him before, but now that naruhina became canon, NOW you guys want to bitch about how he's not shown? You narusaks are hypocritical and make this fandom look like shit. Not only that, but the shit you guys pull is disgusting and I'm glad you guys didn't win.

Breh I’m about to spit some of Aang’s shit on you. When you are at your lowest point that is where we can be open to the greatest change. 

Before the ending I was strictly on one ship. Hell I semi hated Sasuke for being such a jerk but as I met the NaruSasu fans they help me see some of the things that Sasuke has done really weren’t his faults. My dislike for Sasuke came from all the Sasutards that hated on Naruto because of there love for Sasuke. I hated how they called Naruto optimism stupid and dumb while they praised Sasuke way of hatred as the right way.

I came on here a few months ago when the manga was already about to end. After the end I was introduce to super chill fandom called NaruSasu. They’re analysis post showed me how cool Sasuke was and some of the thing he did was justified. The ending brought many fans out of their fantasy that Naruto was perfect because it was far from it. The NaruSaku fandom has faults it’s called being Human but don’t come at me with this righteous act when you do the same thing. Your fandom tries to justify the end as good when it really isn’t. I did not like how Sasuke gets off scott free and then goes soul searching in the woods alone. I would never wanted NaruSaku to end the manga like that. I didn’t want Naruto sever any of his bonds. I wouldn’t want Naruto to let Sasuke go solo out into the world by himself. I sure as hell wouldn’t want Naruto neglecting his child. I would spit on this ending even if NaruSaku did happen as I support Naruto before anything else. I accept my faults on a silver platter so don’t come at me trying to act like you are all pure little angels. Calling us disgusting and hypocrites when you are the hypocrite as your fandom does some of the most disgusting shit all the time.

In my lowest point I was really open minded and that’s how I came to love many ships of Naruto. I guess the ending had one positive thing even though it went the Itachi way of doing(e.g. hatred).

Shout out to my NaruSasu brethren/sisters you guys live up to your namesake. I felt like you guys were Naruto and I was Sasuke. You helped transform my hatred for Sasuke into love.

 Pro Team 7 forever!!!! 

I hate how Spark is portrayed.

Let me correct this a bit.

I hate that Spark is often portrayed as downright stupid. He’s one of Willow’s assistants. And making him stupid plays into the really awful “optimism is stupid” trope. He leads an entire goddamn team, and his research is based on breeding. Something that would require tracing entire bloodlines or calculating chances and such. He’s not stupid. Pls. Stop.

A lot of people make him seem like he’s got the mentality of a small child and he’s simply being indulged.

kirayukimuras  asked:

lucaya and forced cuddles on a winter day bc the heater stopped working

It’s freezing, and she blames him.

The stupid radiator stopped working in their stupid apartment, and of course its so old, because no one even has radiators anymore, they have heat installed through homes. But them, Lucas and Maya, got stuck with a crappy old apartment that they can still hardly afford, despite the fact that it flat out sucks.

It’s his fault— “Let’s get this apartment! It’s so close to the university and the studio!”

Yes, she likes the fact that they don’t have to ride the subway and can just walk everywhere, but still, freaking stupid Lucas and his freaking stupid optimism— “Come on, what do you say? It’ll be all fun and cozy.”

So she said yes.

And now she totally regrets it. Even more then usual.

It’s smack dab in the middle of December and it’s the coldest day of the month, or so that’s what the weather channel forecasted. And their radiator decided to be a big bitch and stop working. Which it does often. But today? Really?

“Lucas!” Maya yells from her spot cuddled on the couch with four fleece blankets layered on top of her small frame, shivering despite the massive amount of layers.

“Yes, dear?” He rounds the corner and finds his wife close to looking an abominable snowman.

“Cuddle with me? Please?” Maya pouts, biting her lip softly, looking at Lucas with those puppy dog eyes that he adores so much.

“Of course.” Lucas walks over to her. “Holy shit, why is it so cold?”

She rolls her eyes.

“Because someone wanted to rent this crap hole, and someone didn’t want to pay to install a better heating system, and someone sucks!”

He sits next to her. “And I’m guessing I’m someone?”

Maya huffs and moves closer into his embrace.

“Yes, dear.” She mocks him. “You are.”

“It’s cold.” Lucas mumbles, ignoring Maya’s teasing.

“No shit, you- …you- dumb Sherlock.”

Title: Peace I Leave With You, 16/?

Fandom: OUAT

Rating: T (M in later chapters)

Word Count: ~ 7,800

Summary: When Emma needs a friend in Storybrooke, she finds one in the sinfully attractive priest Killian Jones. AU starting in season 1.

Notes: Sorry about the long break – I needed to deal with some personal health issues. But now I’m back with a nice long chapter! (And I’ve made a good start on the next chapter, too, so you can count on an update next week.) As usual - disclaimer: a few lines of dialog were borrowed from the show; none of it belongs to me, etc. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

Or read on Ao3

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Emma slumps to the ground. This can’t be it. This can’t be the end.

She rests her face in her hands and fights back tears.

“It might not be too late,” she hears David saying. “She only took the ashes. I still have the potion to revive Lake Nostos and the scroll is still hidden somewhere in this cell. If we can get out, maybe we can go back for more ashes. Or find something else that will trigger a portal. We can’t give up, yet.”

“In either case, Cora will beat us there,” replies Mary Margaret. “She’s a powerful enchantress. I’m sure she has no need of potions or scrolls to make the ashes work again. Imagine the havoc she’ll wreak in Storybrooke. We have to find a way to stop her.”

Emma shakes her head and bites her lip. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters anymore. “This is all my fault,” she murmurs. She knew not to trust Lancelot. She should have trusted her instincts. “I’m supposed to be the savior, but I’m not doing much saving, am I?”

Mary Margaret comes to sit beside her. “We’re going to win this fight, you know. Good always defeats evil.”

“You sound like Henry,” replies Emma, her heart sinking like a rock in her chest.

“I guess optimism runs in the family.”

“I think it skipped a generation,” Emma mutters.

“No. You should know better than anybody,” says Mary Margaret. “You broke the curse.”

That’s not enough. Why can’t Mary Margaret see that? “What’ve I done since then? I got us stranded over here, followed you around like a clueless puppy until David showed up with a plan, and now Cora has the ashes. The only reason I ever broke the curse was because it was exactly what Gold wanted me to do. I had nothing to do with it.”

“What are you talking about?” David asks, crouching nearby, a concerned look on his face.

“He told you I was the savior—it was his plan,” replies Emma, her heart sinking ever lower. “Once I fulfilled that role maybe that was all I was ever meant to do. Everything I’ve ever done, he had it all mapped out before I was even born.” She shakes her head. “I’m not powerful. I’m not the savior. I’m just a pawn. And that’s exactly why we’re in here and Cora’s on her way to Storybrooke.”

Her parents try to bolster her spirits for a few more minutes, but nothing they say sinks in. None of it changes the fact that she’s never going to see her son again. That she failed him.

She closes her eyes and feigns sleep while her parents go back to searching for the scroll—not that it’ll do them any good, now. What’s the point?

Reflexively she slips her hand into her pocket and clutches at the insignia. Her dreams of Killian have been the only things giving her real hope these past few days, but now even those feel like lies.

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