the quote it made me think of him and

How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: Don’t talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works.

Don’t say anything if she’s lost weight. Don’t say anything if she’s gained weight.

If you think your daughter’s body looks amazing, don’t say that. Here are some things you can say instead:

“You look so healthy!” is a great one.

Or how about, “You’re looking so strong.”

“I can see how happy you are — you’re glowing.”

Better yet, compliment her on something that has nothing to do with her body.

Don’t comment on other women’s bodies either. Nope. Not a single comment, not a nice one or a mean one.

Teach her about kindness towards others, but also kindness towards yourself.

Don’t you dare talk about how much you hate your body in front of your daughter, or talk about your new diet. In fact, don’t go on a diet in front of your daughter. Buy healthy food. Cook healthy meals. But don’t say, “I’m not eating carbs right now.” Your daughter should never think that carbs are evil, because shame over what you eat only leads to shame about yourself.

Encourage your daughter to run because it makes her feel less stressed. Encourage your daughter to climb mountains because there is nowhere better to explore your spirituality than the peak of the universe. Encourage your daughter to surf, or rock climb, or mountain bike because it scares her and that’s a good thing sometimes.

Help your daughter love soccer or rowing or hockey because sports make her a better leader and a more confident woman. Explain that no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop needing good teamwork. Never make her play a sport she isn’t absolutely in love with.

Prove to your daughter that women don’t need men to move their furniture.

Teach your daughter how to cook kale.

Teach your daughter how to bake chocolate cake made with six sticks of butter.

Pass on your own mom’s recipe for Christmas morning coffee cake. Pass on your love of being outside.

Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages. It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants.

Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.

—  Sarah Koppelkam (x)
AFTERCARE WITH DOM BTS

Seokjin:

★heart eyes at you p.1

★his dom mode would dissolves seconds after you’ve both come down from your highs

★he’d feel so happy and warm and fuzzy and like he could explode into rainbows

★he’d help you to the bathroom to clean and prepare yourself for bed

★then he’d bust out the matching pink pyjamas so you can sleep in style

★he’ll offer to make you food

★but you always say no

★because you’d rather cuddle with him rather than have him in the kitchen cooking

★sings you to sleep in that beautiful voice of his

★his plump lips will press kisses all over your face as you began to drift off

★loves to trace shapes on your skin

★when you wake up, he’ll have a huge breakfast made

★'jin, you didn’t have to’

★'you need your energy back!’

★'maybe some toast, then’

★'eAT IT ALL! BREAKFAST IS THE MOST IMPORTANT MEAL. SPECIALLY AFTER A NIGHT LIKE WE HAD’


Yoongi:

★aftercare varies with yoongi
★if he’s tired, he’ll just pull you close and shower you with kisses and ‘i love yous’ as you both fell asleep
★but if he’s not ooooh boy
★he’s gonna cuddle you close to him
★and whisper nothings in your ear
★maybe he’ll get you turned on again
★and you two can go another round
★maybe not
★he’ll be so gentle with you
★he’ll gently wrap you in blankets
★kiss all over you
★GIVE YOU SO MUCH PRAISE IN HIS GRAVEL VOICE
★'you made me so proud, kitten’
★'you took all of me so well’
★'tomorrow, i’m going to treat you like a king/queen all day’
★he’ll let you rest for a while before taking you into the shower
★will let you pick something from his wardrobe to wear to sleep in
★you’ll do so much talking when you’re like this
★he’ll tell you about song ideas
★you’ll tell him how school/work is going
★it’ll just be lovely


Hoseok:

★this precious angel thrives on feedback from you
★sometimes he worries that he didn’t do a good enough job
★if you tell him how good he made you feel
★shit son you’re in for a nice of none stop kissing and nuzzles
★seeing you post-sex is his favourite time to see you
★so he probably takes 342309832 photos to look back on when he’s on tour
★you ask anything from him, he’ll do it
★want a bath? sure
★order pizza? no problem
★want a penguin from the local zoo to join in the cuddles? yeah, give him 20 minutes
★loves staying naked to cuddle
★'more intimate’
★he has a speical playlist for times like these
★full of smooth jaz
★and some ye old love songs
★which sometimes he’ll sing along to
★when you fall asleep, he’ll tuck you in and give you plenty of kisses


Namjoon:

★oH DADDY™
★he’d laugh as you both settled from your highs
★'i think that’s the best sex we’ve ever had’
★he’d say it after every single time
★and it was true
★sex with namjoon got better and better
★he’d push hair from your forehead
★and gently pepper your lips in kisses
★when he’d made sure you were alright he’d go run you a bubble bath
★he’d sit behind you in the tub and let you rest against him
★would quote some poems he’s revised
★or softly sing your favourite song
★tbh the aftercare part with nams is better than the sex
★sue me
★when you’re done in the bath he’ll dry you and put you in your pyjamas
★then honey get ready
★because this guy ain’t letting you move from the bed


Jimin:

★he’ll clean you up
★then help you put on your pyjamas
★when you’re both settled in bed, he’ll just go full teasing mode
★'you should’ve seen your face!’ he laughed as he mimicked you
★'oh jimin~~~’

★'look how red your cheeks are!’

★just let him tease you and giggle then he’ll get to the cuddling
★he has to be the big spoon
★don’t fight him on this
★you’ll end up being death gripped by his thighs
★he likes sniffing your hair
★bc your shampoo is one of his favorite smells
★but he won’t admit that
★he’ll probably wake before you
★and make plans to take you out for breakfast


Taehyung:

★heart eyes at you p.2
★like holy shit this guy will just turn into a big ball of mush
★you’re his
★you’re his jagi
★and he loves you so much????
★you make him feel so warm and fuzzy
★he’s just stare at you and give you praise
★'you’re beautiful when you’ve been fucked good by Daddy’
★'you’re such a good girl/boy’
★don’t you even dare try moving after sex
★will play with your hair until you fall asleep
★won’t fall asleep until he knows you are


Jungkook:

★sMUG
★'who made you feel that good?’
★'who made you scream so loud?’
★'JUNGKOOK SHUT UP’
★after that he’ll be back to his normal self
★he’ll flop next to you and play with your hands
★after a while he’ll grab his phone and order take out
★will probably feed you if you’re too sore to move
★if you’re both not exhausted, he’ll put on the tv

The truth is that I’m afraid to dive into someone new. How can I not be? I’m still emptying my lungs from the last time I fell into someone’s waters and explored the depths of them. It’ll be years before I’m done wringing the wetness out of my hair, before I stop smelling the salt of their oceans on my skin. Learning someone new is frightening now. It’s not the adventure it was before. I’m no longer bitter for my heartbreak. My reluctance isn’t a decision I made with a sour mouth. I’m just exhausted by the idea of feeling for someone new. Of treading water with small talk and stories about our childhoods. When I think of him, I am afraid of sinking so deeply into someone again that I am lost to them. In that, I realize I am most afraid that I won’t sink at all. That I’ll always be treading water with anyone that isn’t him. That anyone after him will only know how to meet me at the surface.
—  pardis alia.

HELLO, QUICK PSA THAT I THINK YOU ALL NEED TO SEE.

SOMEONE ALREADY MADE A POST ABOUT THIS, BUT IN EPISODE ONE OF SEASON TWO AT THIS SCENE

WHEN SHIRO IS TELLING KEITH THAT IF HE DOESN’T MAKE IT OUT, HE WANTS HIM TO LEAD VOLTRON

KEITH REPLIES, AND I QUOTE, IN A TEXAN ACCENT:

“STOP TAW-KIN’ LIKE THAT.”

NO LIE, NO JOKE. DROP WHAT YOU’RE DOING RIGHT NOW AND WATCH IT, IT WILL BE THE BEST FIVE SECONDS OF YOUR LIFE TRUST ME. 

I saw you walking down the hallway and my heart instantly started racing. My palms got sweaty as we made eye contact. My breath hitched as I saw your tall frame walking on the opposite side of me. You make me nervous every time I see you.
—  today // 3:48pm
Heathers characters as things my friends have said

Veronica: *curls eyelashes* I FEEL SO ALIVE

Heather Chandler: Which one of you weakling bitches is going to open my Thermos for me?

Heather Duke: Does no one appreciate that I looked up on FUCKING GOOGLE the date Froot Loops were made just so that I could make a SHITTY JOKE?

Heather McNamara: That’s not a year. That’s like…12 months. 

JD: I would kill him for you. I’d kill him for fun, too, but that’s not relevant right now.

Kurt: Great minds think alike in terms of whores.

Ram: I’m going to deep-throat this Pocky, but I’m not gay. I swear.

Martha: You and your fork have outshone me and my spoon.

Ms. Fleming: No fighting in class! Kill each other at lunch, where I can’t see it. I have a headache.

I’m tired. It’s exhausting giving your all to a person who continuously breaks you. I’m mentally, physically, emotionally worn out. Chasing you drained me. Putting my all into you drained me. I stay up until four in the morning thinking to myself how crazy you have made me. You did this to me. What hurts the most is that we both know you are hurting me, but neither of us want to do anything to stop it.
—  How can i love him without hurting myself?

Answer me this: what good is it to fight for someone who doesn’t want to be fought for? What good is it to fight for someone who isn’t fighting for you? You can’t force him to try, you can’t force him to be consistent, to be loyal, or even to make a decision. You can’t make him care enough to stay with you. If it’s there then it’s there but if it’s not, then it’s not. You cannot fight for the both of you. You can only do your part and if he doesn’t meet you halfway then you know where you stand.

I knew where I stood but I denied it, I denied everything my mind knew and fooled myself into thinking you were just having a tough time. But you chose her. You chose to make it work with her, you chose to love her and you have that right. I just wish I had known it would end like this, I wish you would have told me you wouldn’t choose me, I wish I would have listened to reason. Because now I am here, stuck where I was before, with this vast, empty, gaping hole in my chest that I can’t fill, not with hate, not with indifference, not with boys, not with meaningless feeling, not with anything.


You made me think love is hard, that love is painful, that love tears you apart from the inside out and that real love stays through everything. But love is not pain, love is not hard, love does not tear you from the inside out and leave you broken and hurt, love is the one beautiful and pure thing in this world and you made me believe it was not and for that I will never forgive you.

—  the consequences of foolishness

You’re Not Tall Enough; 2320 words
[AO3]

Usually Even hated being around drunk people when he was sober.

Truth be told, he wasn’t actually that keen on drunk people when he was drunk either.  Alcohol had never really been his thing; he had always preferred something a bit, uh, greener.

But seeing Isak absolutely wasted was proving more amusing than anything else Even could remember in recent history.  He was currently stood up on the sofa with Eva – it was always Eva who pushed Isak over the edge from drunk to wasted – racing her to finish a cup of some horrifyingly strong concoction Vilde had created.  Everyone was crowded around them chanting drink drink drink like some ridiculous TV show scene.

What wasn’t ridiculous, though, was the delighted look on Isak’s face when he swallowed down the last of his drink and tossed the cup aside.  His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were bright and he was smiling so wide that Even didn’t even care that he’d be nursing a hungover Isak for the entirety of the next day.

He’d do anything to see Isak’s face lit up like that.

He joined the rest of the crowd in cheering for Isak, who was up on the sofa basking in his moment of glory that he probably wouldn’t remember the next day.

When people asked later how he knew what was about to happen he tells them he knew from the way Isak blinked.  One second his eyes were bright, but after an uncoordinated looking blink they were completely vacant and Even was surging forwards with the bin firmly in his grasp.

He thrust the receptacle into Isak’s face mere seconds before his boyfriend lurched forwards and vomited.  The crowd that had been cheering him and Eva on quickly dispersed, not wanting to be in the splash zone.  Even was vaguely aware of Eva squealing that Isak throwing up meant she was the real winner seeing as she’d held her liquor, but he was a bit too preoccupied with keeping the bin under Isak’s chin to defend his boyfriend’s honour as the rightful winner.

Once Isak stopped retching Even walked him slowly away from the main bustle of the party.  He ended up sitting a very drunk Isak down on Eva’s doorstep with the bin in his lap, hoping the cool night air would sober him up a bit.

“Still having fun, baby?” Even couldn’t help but teasing as he knelt in front of Isak.

“Don’t call me that, I have a boyfriend!” Isak slurred.  He managed to sound outraged even in his drunken state.

“I know?  I am the boyfriend?” Even frowned.  Isak stared hard at him; his lips were pursed in a very unimpressed fashion and his alcohol-glazed eyes managed to convey a severe lack of belief at Even’s statement.

“You’re not tall enough t’be my boyfriend.” Isak shook his head for a second before groaning and doubling back over the bin, retching some more.  And damn, that was the first time in his life Even had been told he wasn’t tall enough for something.

“I’m crouching, Isak.  You’re sat down?” Even tried to explain as he rubbed Isak’s back, but Isak was having none of it.

“No, no!  Even didn’t want t’come out tonight; he’s at home!” Isak insisted.  And yeah, okay, Even hadn’t really wanted to watch all his friends get blitzed when he was just coming out of a depressed few weeks but he also didn’t want to be apart from Isak when he was finally feeling like himself again.

“You know what: I think it’s time we got you home.” Even suggested.  If Isak was so drunk he couldn’t even recognise his boyfriend of almost a year then it was probably time to call it a night.

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I think when someone leaves
We want to paint them as the bad guy

We are so focused on what they did
Until I looked at what I did

I made him feel bad for everything
He felt like he wasn’t good enough
for me

I think you get so caught up in them
They handle all your bad moods
And you think they’ll never leave

Until they do

And you realize too late
That you had a big part in it too

—  Chapters from my life
Losing you was never easy.

Come to think of it, neither was loving you but we made it work for awhile, didn’t we?

We existed, didn’t we?

Or is my mind so lost without you that it’s playing tricks on me.

—  Nicole Torres //excerptExisting Magic ;

When many people are asked who their role model / idol is they often think of celebrities and I’m sat here like…

This is the kinda thing people should look up to

This is something we should always remember but often forget

Life is a challenge, ya gotta live it and love it

It’s things like this that have made me into a better person the last 10 years. 

It’s probably not just by chance that I’m alone. It would be very hard for a man to live with me, unless he’s terribly strong. And if he’s stronger than I, I’m the one who can’t live with him. I’m neither smart nor stupid, but I don’t think I’m a run-of-the-mill person. I’ve been in business without being a businesswoman, I’ve loved without being a woman made only for love. The two men I’ve loved, I think, will remember me, on earth or in heaven, because men always remember a woman who caused them concern and uneasiness. I’ve done my best, in regard to people and to life, without precepts, but with a taste for justice.
—  Coco Chanel

anonymous asked:

Care to elaborate on your tags re: Harry's music and your worries concerning content vs form? I don't get it. Thanks.

So short version (I’ll try and write a post that explains what I actually mean some time in the future - but I can already feel that this post is going to be long).  my concerns about Harry’s music are quite personal.  I really value specificity in music and also fun/joy.  Harry’s interview further suggested that I probably couldn’t expect much of either of these things from his album.  I’d kind of figured that from SOTT and ESNY.  I don’t think joy or specificity are where he’s at as a songwriter - and I also think there is a lot about his position that would discourage joy (and even more so) specificity in songs.  I find the reasons that he might not be into joy and specificity in songs quite endearing and I have huge sympathy for them.  So it doesn’t necessarily change the way I respond to him as a person, but it will change the way I respond to his music.  And it does make me sad, for me, that the music he’s putting out won’t be the sort of music that most resonates with me.

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The content vs. form thing of his interview is kind of a feature of the form itself.  Long celebrity interviews are this dance where the celebrity performs being accessible and intimate, while staying on brand and the journalist writes as if they’re revealing while also maintaining access.  To me there were these really jarring juxtapositions to the words Harry was saying and the form of the promo campaign that he was saying it.

So Harry says: “ “Who’s to say that young girls who like pop music – short for popular, right? – have worse musical taste than a 30-year-old hipster guy?” etc in his first in depth print interview with a magazine whose entire mission has been to uphold the supremacy of the 30-year-old hipster guy.  This venue and the interviewer were very definitely chosen to signal to those 30-year-old hipster guy that it was OK to like Harry.  On top of that Harry carefully and repeatedly uses the word honest - to signal to those readers that his music is better and more authentic now than it was in One Direction when those teenage girls liked him.

Or Harry says: “I feel like they were always thinking, ‘OK, this ride could stop at any point and we’re going to have to be there when it does.’ There was something about playing the album and how happy I was that told them, ‘If all I get is to make this music, I’m content. If I’m never on that big ride again, I’m happy and proud of it.'” While part of an incredibly highly controlled, high-stakes, promo campaign, designed to make him a solo superstar.

Now that’s really normal, that’s kind of a feature of this sort of interview.  But the impression I got from to the totality of the interview was not that Harry was not just carefully selling an image, but also quite mixed up about who he wanted to be and how he wanted to relate to people, mystery vs honesty and so on.  That this jarring juxtaposition wasn’t just a feature of the form of the celebrity, but also showing how ambivalent and unclear Harry was about all this stuff. 

In particular, it made me think of two different statements kind of about being seen.  One was Harry’s own, from a year in the making, “I want to be someone who doesn’t care what people think, but I just don’t think I am.” For me, everything about this promo campaign has demonstrated how much both of those things, wanting not to care, but really caring, are still absolutely true for Harry.

And the other was Jodie Foster’s coming out speech - which is a mess, but I’ve always thought a really profound mess:

…be a big coming-out speech tonight because I already did my coming out about a thousand years ago back in the Stone Age, in those very quaint days when a fragile young girl would open up to trusted friends and family and co-workers and then gradually, proudly to everyone who knew her, to everyone she actually met. But now I’m told, apparently, that every celebrity is expected to honor the details of their private life with a press conference, a fragrance and a prime-time reality show. […] But seriously, if you had been a public figure from the time that you were a toddler, if you’d had to fight for a life that felt real and honest and normal against all odds, then maybe you too might value privacy above all else. Privacy.

 […]

I will continue to tell stories, to move people by being moved, the greatest job in the world. It’s just that from now on, I may be holding a different talking stick. And maybe it won’t be as sparkly, maybe it won’t open on 3,000 screens, maybe it will be so quiet and delicate that only dogs can hear it whistle. But it will be my writing on the wall. Jodie Foster was here, I still am, and I want to be seen, to be understood deeply and to be not so very lonely.

(transcript here - full speech easily accessible 2013 Golden Globes).

The juxtaposition between the really deeply felt desire for privacy and the just as deeply felt desire to be seen and understood really moved me when I first saw it and I thought she made it really clear that both could be true at the same time.  And I think the speech demonstrates that when you’ve been in the public eye as long as Jodie Foster, the two desires are impossibly intertwined.

I got the same desire and contradiction (although obviously not nearly as openly laid out - which is what makes Jodie Foster’s speech extraordinarily) from Harry’s interview.  

How could he feel anything else? He’s been exposed, told stories about, hidden and lied about.  How could he feel anything but a desire for privacy and a desire to be seen and understood.  How could he hope to untangle them, or even know how to act on them at his age?

And that made me very sad for him - because I want him to have it all.  I want him to be seen and understood and I want him to have all the privacy and space he needs.  And I think either will be very difficult for him to get, let alone both.

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Any man who wishes to leave may leave, and no one will harm him. I give you my word. Will you fight for me? As free men? (Dany, 3.04) // This isn’t your fight. I shouldn’t be asking you. It’s not the deal we made. But I need you with me if we’re gonna beat them, and we need to beat them if you’re going to survive. (Jon, 6.07)

anonymous asked:

I'm sure you saw this David Kamp quote from the Reddit Q&A: "Adam is very good not only about not revealing spoilers, but also being private and circumspect about his actorly motivations. He told me that there's something within him, personally, that he calls upon to portray Kylo Ren, but that he'd prefer to keep that something private. Extraordinary actor." I'm not at all surprised by this, based on what Adam has said in the past, but damn, that's sad.

It is very sad but it’s also a very dignified comment that makes me respect Adam even more. I think his performance in TFA made it clear that he was drawing on something from deep within himself, so I’m not surprised that he has some kind of intensely personal touchstone for the character that he chooses to keep private. 

That kind of comment also makes me more convinced of Kylo’s eventual redemption - Adam clearly identifies incredibly strongly with the character and his pain, and I don’t see him being interested in portraying a plunge into irreversible evil for a character who is, to a certain extent, an extension of his own self. 

“Insane”

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” 

Friedrich Nietzsche

Well well well. Here’s my piece for the Letsdrawsherlock challenge of this month, focused on the missing scenes. 

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