the thing about being human is:

Literally all we ask is that you not be racist, islamophobic, and ableist towards Zayn. Like that’s it. You don’t have to like him or his music. You don’t have to think he’s cute. You don’t have to think he’s the greatest thing on Earth. We don’t expect you to overlook his mistakes or excuse any of his ignorance. All we ask is that you treat him like a fucking human being and don’t partake in those gross double standards or make posts with racist and islamophobic undertones (or sometimes overt racism and islamophobia) and don’t make or laugh at posts that target his mental health and don’t completely make up and spread bogus rumors about him to fit your narrative of him. That’s legitimately all we ask and some of y'all literally refuse to even do those simple things. It’s exhausting having to come here day in and day out and have to beg for people to treat him like a human. Like why does it surprise you guys that you get Zayn stans in your notes when you refuse to just treat him like a damn human and think the racism, islamophobia, and ableism he deals with every day is funny or fake or something to giggle at and use against him? Like legit all y'all have to do is just treat him like a human. Why is that so much to ask from some of you?

anonymous asked:

Is it just my impression or since all the BS surrounding Sam&Cait started, you've realised Sam is not so perfect and started appreciating Cait even more? I mean as if all this BS has made you see a side of Sam you don't like while confirming your positive thoughts about Cait. Again, maybe it's just my impression

They are both ad perfect as any human can be. I will always be a Sampologist because I feel like people are too hard on him when we don’t know the whole situation.

I am more vocal in my love for Cait now because I have seen and heard many negative things said about her. I have heard reports of fans saying things when she is right there. I feel bad that she may believe that she is held in lower regard than Sam. And, I feel like she is trying to put herself out there in the fandom a little more, and that can be scary, and I love her bravery.

Basically I want to always love and support them for the gorgeous, generous, talented, flawed human beings that they are.

Some thoughts after 3-ish weeks of antidepressants

  • holy hell, i knew my illnesses affected my everyday life, but i had no idea how fucking constant it all was until it started to get better. like intrusive thoughts, racing thoughts, racing heartbeat, etc… wow
  • i’m starting to feel things like a normal human being?? like i can be appropriately happy, sad, etc.
  • did you know there are more emotions than blank, angry, sad, anxious, and amused???
  • i’m starting to be able to articulate myself verbally again; i noticed after only a couple days that my vocabulary had started to return as the brain fog started to lift
  • i must’ve come off poorly since my doctor started me on quadruple the minimum dose lmao
  • you guys, i can do things. and feel unapologetically accomplished about them.
  • like i went to a baby shower for a couple hours and didn’t feel overly exhausted afterwards.
  • i was able to socialize with my family for a whole day and not be wiped out.
  • i literally cried after being able to sit and hang out with my older brother for 5 hours - i haven’t been able to socialize with him properly for a long time as he is v hyperactive and it would drain my spoons v fast (not because i found him annoying or anything!! just bc i would get overwhelmed quickly)
  • my doc also put me on sleeping medication so i’m getting actual sleep on a regular schedule and it feels fantastic
  • i feel better than i have in… pretty much as long as i can remember. i have a vacation coming up soon (cross country train!!!!) and i’m so excited. i toured an art school i’m hoping to go to in two years and they look amazing.. for once my future actually feels good. i actually feel like i’m going to do good things.
  • this is the best decision i’ve ever made and i wish i had made it much sooner
Just wanted to say...

I see you s****corpers that are being respectful about karamel and mon el and I’m very sorry that you have to deal with people saying it’s a s****corp thing. Yes, majority is, but you my good human, are not and I appreciate you lots. Continue to love your ship and be respectful to mine. The world needs more of you in it

Originally posted by fuckyeahthenotoriousbig

I can’t stop thinking about ‘it’s quite surreal’, and 'amazing, yeah. This is incredible, isn’t it?’ Because that’s how Sam and Anthony were last year. And they lost it so fast because people are awful.

With Theo and Samuel we have two young men, at the start of their career, and I just think that as a fandom we should be respectful of them and not invasive or over-excitable or rude or any of the other countless things we could do to them.

They’re human beings, doing a job that should probably be the most amazing, fun job in the world. And it looks like they’re going to be spectacular at it. But can we remember that they are just that? Human beings doing a job. They’re not toys. They’re not play things. They’re not characters. They’re not for us to speculate over or ship. They’re people with lives and families and friendships.

So can we please be kind to them and show them we care about them and value them, and not drive them away and make them jaded? Let them have this amazing experience without us ruining it for them.

They’re so young. And they deserve to enjoy themselves and keep the wonder we saw in the video today. Is that so much to ask? Can people please be nice?

I didn’t see this process play out from the beginning last time, but I know it’s coming this time and it’s horrible. It’s beginning already, and I hate everything about it.

Jensen

I love this man.. I think he is a great actor, a fabulous friend, a loving husband & father and a kind soul in this world.

Yes jibcon and all the cockles are much fun it makes me soo happy to see them goof around. And I will be a pain in the ass reblogging jibcon things for a while bc it makes me laugh and smile..

But that is not why I love this man. I do because of HIM.. His smile is like sunshine, his laughter a dose of pure happiness and he just feels like a fucking great and caring human being.. When he laughs I laugh when he is sad I feel for him.  He is caring and kind and sometimes sarcastic, he is not afraid to make a fool out of himself and laugh with us about it.. He is compassionate and an inspiration.

He has overcome shyness and he tries to do good, he belittles his role in things not seeing just how much of an impact he really has. He is a wise man with so much goodness in his heart!  This is why I love him. Yes he comes in one hell of a good looking package but its what is in his eyes and his heart that make him beautiful to me…

ok but tater sticks by Bitty’s side at every falconers event after that family skate. he says it’s so he gets first pick of all the food bitty brings, but he sees the way a few of the guys eye little b and zimmboni. he makes sure THEY don’t get any pie until they politely introduce themselves to B like normal human beings. best pie on earth is reserved for good teammates only.

if you are a decent human being, you won’t make this about hating DC movies or glad that Zack is gone or glad that Joss is taking over or whatever other shitty unimportant thing you want to make it about.

the only thing that should matter here is that a parent has lost their child, a family has lost their loved one - there are ACTUAL REAL HUMAN LIVES that’s affected here, it’s not a story, not a tale for entertainment.

people making jokes and only caring about the film, know that you are not good human beings, know that your soul is rotten and ugly.

this is not a time to throw your hate around, this is not a time to compete who is better director and who has better films.

Zack Snyder lost his child, he is leaving a film so he and his family can grieve, let him do it - you’ve got no right to judge him for that. And if Joss Whedon is willing to step up and finish the post production for him to see this project across the finish line, then that’s good.

If there should be any narrative around this news - it should be that Zack and his family deserves our condolences for his loss, and that it’s good of Joss to step up and help his fellow director in finishing the film they all worked hard on.

I really hate making posts like this...

So, things have not been very good around here. My mom was re-admitted into the hospital around 4:30 am Thursday morning (May 18th) . She complained of shortness of breath and upon checking her oxygen level with her pulse oximeter, it showed she was satting at about 57%. Needless to say, the average human being should be in the 90% range. 

I was forced to call 911 and in a stuttering, terrified moment of clarity I started to cry and begged them to hurry and help my mom. They arrived so quickly that I was barely calming myself when they came rushing up the stairs. It’s a shit local hospital, but I’ll give them credit when it comes to brevity. 

I’m really scared guys. I’m really, really scared because I don’t think her little body has much fight left and I’m 100% sure that I can’t live without her in this world. And honestly, I’m not even sure why I’m posting this. Maybe to just get all the fear out and let my feelings be expressed. Maybe to just keep you guys up to date with what’s happening in my life. I don’t really know. But yeah. 

I think my mom is dying and I can’t see her face right now because she’s 100s of miles away and I’m just very much not okay. I’m not okay in any sense of the word. I don’t expect any notes on this post, or any acknowledgement of what I’m going through. I’ve learned over the years that just because my world is slowly imploding and coming to an end, it doesn’t mean anyone else’s is.

The sad truth of the matter is, if my mom dies the world will keep spinning. People will continue to live and be happy because in the grand scheme of things I matter very little to anyone other than her. 

I’m just worried and scared and I can’t stop worrying. I need some sort of distraction. Anything. I don’t care what it is. If you have fic recs or if you wrote something new. If you want to talk about anything other than life, please send it my way, please talk to me. Because I’m slowly going out of my damn mind.

Originally posted by abigayle12000

A talk on the Manchester tragedy

This breaks my heart. When I first heard the news I couldn’t comprehend it at first, I couldn’t understand what would push a person to bomb a concert full of innocent people. I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to fully understand that, no matter how hard I may try. But, the lovely thing about tumblr, is that it’s a place where everyones voice can be heard. So I’m not going to keep quiet- I’m going to use mine. 

As I said before, this cleaved me in two. It’s heartbreaking to me that our world is a place where this would happen- because it shouldn’t be. We are all human beings- capable of emotion, capable of love and empathy- and none of us can sit idly by while tragedies such as this one happen to other citizens of this world. My heart goes out to any and all of my followers affected by what happened today in Manchester.

This brings me to my second point, Muslim bashing. I was reading the comment section of the most recent post I’ve reblogged (one announcing that the Holiday Inn is taking in minors separated from their family during the attack, it’s a really important post and could save a life. Bottom line: reblog it, it’s not that much of a choice, your reblog could most definitely save a life.) And I came across some truly disgusting comments. 

 One user accounted that there are “too many fucking Muslims in the West” and that they are “killing teenagers and babies”

Comments like these disgust me. Truly, I’m pissed. Not just at these individuals though. I’m angry there are places in this world creating environments where people believe bigoted opinions such as this are just, and fair things so say in public spaces. I’m only going to say this once: you cannot, CANNOT, blame an entire group of people for the actions of individual members of that group. Doing that is the root of stereotyping, and absolutely nothing good can come from it. 

Going back to what I said earlier, about creating environments where bigotry and racism never rear their ugly heads: speak up. Don’t just like this post and internally agree with what I’m saying (if you agree at all, that is). Reblog it, write one of your own, start conversations that address the issues I’ve just talked about and don’t be shy about it. I feel that talking is the first step to change, by making your voice hear you can move mountains. 

I know this post is long, and it strays so far from the purpose of my blog, but you’ll never hear me apologize for it. Because I believe in what I’m saying, and I hope reading it will have the same impact on you that writing it had on me. I understand now that I can’t stay quiet on issues of injustice that I feel strongly about- even if those things are happening thousands of miles away. And, maybe I’m just a 16 year old American girl who’s opinion isn’t important to the rest of the world- because the world is a big place after all. Maybe nobody will truly consider what I have to say, or even read this post. Maybe I’ll lose followers for speaking my mind or get some anonymous hate. Here’s what I have to say to that: I do not care. I feel strongly about these issues and I will never back down on promoting equality and respect. 

Take what I’ve written and really read it, let the message influence you and push you to take similar action. I hope what I’ve said can mean something, and thank you for listening. 

anonymous asked:

You ever had the pain of being able to play a solo better than the first chair does and not wanting to say anything because you dont want to feel like a smarmy douche? Is just a brass thing?

no this is called being a kind human being who cares about the feelings of others

but thats wrong, you must have no emotions

wukodork answered your question “Who wants to talk about the dumpster fire of Alien Covenant?”

What was the whitewashing in Prometheus? I don’t have any interest in seeing the movie but I also know very little about the movie so was it writing thing or a casting thing?

First of all sorry for the delay I’ve been busy.  The whitewashing in Prometheus consisted of a white looking alien being the supposed origins of humans on Earth. When in reality we know that humans are descended from black Africans. So it was both a writing and a casting thing.

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anonymous asked:

You are a whovian after my own heart. Your love for 9 and your thoughts on Donna speak to my soul ❤️ You are a lovely human being and I just really want good things for you.

You are lovely and kind, anon. <3 

It’s just that Nine - and Donna, too, later on - they’re just the really good bits about humanity, all wrapped up in characters. Nine just loves the fact that normal people exist, doing normal things, and he’s delighted by them, and he has such a lot of love even when things have been so hard for him, and he’s lost so very much. And Donna, who isn’t anyone’s idea of a hero but ends up being more of one than anyone else, who we watch grow into herself and then has it all stolen from her, christ, it’s the biggest fucking tragedy of all and I don’t think the writers even realised. You don’t need to be anything out of the ordinary to do the right thing, to try, to love, and that’s what you get with both of them. The beauty in the ordinary.

Suppose there was a species that was very peaceful, very good at diplomacy and just generally very nice— but they also happened to look really terrifying to humans. Sort of an opposite to that ‘humans are cute space orcs’ thing— species X is perfectly friendly, but just happens to look like they walked out of a human horror movie.

We don’t blame them for it, it’s not their fault (and we’re slightly too afraid to talk to them about it anyway) we just quietly avoid ships where they are stationed and stay away from areas where they live and, over time, it just becomes accepted that, for whatever reason, you don’t put humans and species X together. Captains turn down human applicants if they’ve got a member of species X on their crew and visa versa. They barely notice that they’re doing it, it’s just how things are done.

Then one day a human crewed ship breaks down in species X space so that one of their ships picks up the distress signal. Being such lovely people, they offer to help and the humans can’t think of a good enough excuse to refuse.

The repairs take about a week and, the whole time, the species X crew members are loving the human ship. It’s so spacious, you barely even see other crew members! (They don’t realise that all the humans are constantly ducking out the way whenever they see them coming.)

The humans, meanwhile, just spend the entire week in Hell. The species X crew members like to take shortcuts through the ventilation shafts, so you can constantly hear them skittering around above your head; the ship is full of this low key but very distinctive smell— rotting meat, the smell of death (apparently they give it off when they’re happy); half the crew have goosebumps, despite the temperature controls working perfectly.

The ones working in the engine room directly alongside the species X crew have it hardest though, they can’t run away— and it’s very hard to relax and do your job when, suddenly, you hear this noise above your head and a hairless, milk white creature with no eyes and a huge mouth filled with razor sharp teeth and long gangling limbs with fingers and toes that look human but like they’ve been stretched, leaps silently with catlike grace from the rafters, lands right next to you, flicks out a forked tongue, holds out a long taloned hand and asks “can I borrow your spanner?”

2

Mysterious Death of Zigmund Adamski 

One June 6th of 1980, Zigmund left his house to do some grocery shopping. When he didn’t return for a family wedding the next day, his family started to get worried. 

His body was found five days later (June 11th) in Todmorden next to a railway line. Trevor Parker, son of the coal yard owner, made the gruesome discovery PC Alan Godfrey was sent to investigate. His body was found face down on top 12 foot high pile of anthracite. He was found without a shirt, the rest of his clothes seemed like they were put on him by someone who had very little idea of how to put them on (both his shoes and pants were put on incorrectly). Even though he had been missing for 5 days, he only had a single day of beard growth. His neck and shoulders also had burn marks on them and forensics found that some kind of strange ointment was applied to them though they could not identify it.

Dr Alan Edwards, the consulting pathologist at the Royal Halifax Infirmary, conducted the post-mortem examination in Hebden Bridge just after 9pm that day he was found. Dr Edwards’ professional judgment placed the time of death between 11am and 1pm on the day that Adamski was found, while the burns were two days old. The exact cause of death was a matter of such deliberation, that Adamski’s death took Coroner James Turnbull several months to register. It was ruled as a heart-attack.

PC Alan Godfrey didn’t believe that Zigmund died of a heart attack, he believed that Zigmund was abducted by aliens. Godfrey claimed that he himself had witnessed a UFO in Todmorden. He went to investigate what he thought was an overturned bus, but was shocked when he saw it hovering 5 feet above the ground. He claims that the next thing he remembers is being back in his patrol car driving off. He claims that he had similar burn marks and a strange green gel on his neck too. He was put under hypnosis and asked about his encounter. The 2nd picture is his sketch of the UFO and the aliens he had an encounter with. Godfrey stuck to his claims that Zigmund was abducted by aliens and dropped back after they used him for research.

Zigmund’s family believes it was a case of human abduction instead of alien abduction. They believe he was being held captive and died of a heart attack.

ACOWAR proof Aelin will die in ToG7

I SWEAR I’M NOT CRAZY?

I mean, NAMELESS IS MY PRICE????

And the whole “her bloodline is long gone now - though a trace still runs through some human line”?????? UM, AEDION AND LYSSANDRA REPRODUCING TO KEEP UP APPEARANCES?!?!?!?!?!?!??!

The Valg King or whatever only being able to be contained and not destroyed?????

Also, SO MANY THINGS ABOUT THE ORIGIN OF THE CAULDRON AND HINTS ABOUT WYRDKEYS?????

An AU where a big and advanced alien species enslaved humanity some centuries ago, and they consider humans as cute, fashionable pets.

Aliens are big and weird, and in a size and social role comparison humans are like a small housecat.

So you’re minding your business in your home, climbing up on the improbably big furniture and prodding at the incomprehensible alien knick-knacks. They use some really unintuitively behaving materials and they bounce when they should crack, or break when they’ve obviously taken harder knocks before.

Sometimes an alien picks you up with half a dozen tentacles, brings you close to its weird, bad-smelling eating and sniffing orifice, and proceeds to rub its face on your chest while you hang in there, while the alien goes “SNOOFMURFMURFSNUFMOOF” on you. Because it loves you, that’s why. Then it carries you to a different room while lovingly caressing you behind an ear with a slightly damp, cool tentacle, and plops you down in a seemingly random spot.

Occasionally, you spot someone else peering at you from around a corner or behind a bit of furniture, and you run over to see who it is, but they vanish - only to appear a little way off elsewhere. This only ever happens when the alien is in the room, watching you, and while it’s holding a strange-looking rod. That’s right - you’re pretty much chasing a laser pointer.

There’s this huge bowl in one room, kind of like an oversized punch bowl, and the alien pours some sort of slurry into it every day. It looks like week-old borscht, but the flavor changes by day. Sometimes it tastes like bacon, other times like candy. As soon as you’ve gotten comfortable with it, the alien starts serving you some completely different kind of slurry that tastes like aphids and old socks, and makes this frustrated “BLURBLEPLURPBLORRB”-noise while wiggling its flagella at you when you shun this substandard fare. There’s no way to make it clear that the place the alien got your food stopped carrying it and now the alien is trying very hard to get something as similar as it can find so you’ll be happy, but how’s it supposed to know how it tastes to you?

But when all is said and done, the alien does care about you. You get some weird-looking but fun toys to play with, you have a nice, soft and enormous pillow to lounge on, and the alien apparently enjoys listening to you talk at it while it gives you gentle tentacle-pets. And you can usually sleep curled up next to its big and soft midsection when the house is dark for the next 27 hours.

i guess the thing that draws me to persona so much is how the themes of the games are very much tailored to humanity’s shared issues

persona 3 is a game about death, about hardship, and how you crawl out of it with bleeding hands and exhausted bones, but you still do it. its about finding the strength to continue to live even after severe hardship, and overcoming the desire to simply give up. every social link surrounds a character going through a hard time, the most extreme probably being akinari coming to terms with his own inevitable death. each character feels hopeless and wants nothing more than to give up and cease trying, but all overcome it with help from the protagonist. the end of the game sees you fight nyx, the effective personification of this desire of humanity to succumb to hardship and simply end it and die, and you overcome it with the equal of humanities desire to overcome and survive. 

persona 4, comparatively, is a game about acceptance, about recognizing your own flaws and accepting that they are as much a part of you as your skills, and coming to peace with that, and learning to not worry about what others WANT you to be, and simply be happy with who you ARE, showed best by kanjis complex about his reputation as a thug, and his actual interests being traditionally female, which he learns to just accept and embrace as himself regardless of what others think. you fight izanami, a goddess trying to enact what she believes humanity wants, influencing them to be something theyre not, when the protagonist allows humanity to choose their own fate by fighting her off. 

persona 5, however, is a game about rebellion and denial. its about seeing the hand youre dealt, and deciding, fuck this, flipping the table in the dealers face and telling him to fuck off. every character is in a situation they resent, but accept, as they feel they have no other choice. the game follows them learning that they DONT have to simply accept it, and to find the strength and drive to reject how things are, and change their own situation. in the end you literally shoot god in the face with satan, the ultimate rebel, cause god wants to kill humanity and fuck that noise son. 

idk where i was going with this but i just…. love the themes of the persona games.