the universe fights back

Hey! You know which Crystal Gem can tell Steven direct answers for all of this questions about Rose and The Diamonds, especially Pink Diamond?

BISMUTH

What I mean when I say I hate school.

When I say I hate school. 

I do not mean that I hate the idea of school. 

I am lucky to get an education

I am privileged to be able to access the resources I do. 

I enjoy the subjects I study. 

I understand education unlocks opportunities for me that would not otherwise be in my reach. 

What I mean is. 

I hate the pressure put upon me that makes me feel like no more than a grade. 

I hate that I have only half an hour to show what I have learnt over two years or more. 

I hate a system that requires me to study all day every day, to feel guilty for ever taking time out to enjoy my life. 

That turns acquiring knowledge into a chore. 

I am unable to retain that much information, and be able to spell out a correct answer in limited time under pressure. 

I believe it is wrong that even in creative subjects creativity is frowned upon. 

I want to be able to think for myself, not churn out pre-learned answers that fall in line with a mark scheme. 

Written by someone who has already had their education, who does not even study this subject, who does not know me. 

I dislike the fact that I can not learn simply for the love of learning, but that everything must be a step to the next level, 

a job, 

a career,

 university. 

That I am expected to make plans for a future I have no knowledge off, whilst sticking to a system that allows so little diversity. 

I hate the cost of school books, tuition fees, trips and tutors, how to access opportunities everything has to be prepaid. 

And I hate the fact that no matter how hard I try, how much I strive, at the end school will still reduce me to no more than a grade. 

I don’t self-censor my inner critique of the education system to make myself seem cool. 

Yet at the end of another school day I’m to exhausted to say 

anything more than

I hate school.



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though all to ruin fell the world {a shallura fic}

{this post} gave me Shallura feels, so here, have a random au


He comes to them as a child - six years old, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. An orphan whose parents died in an accident that he should never have survived. But he did, which is how the Altean ambassadors discovered his gift.

It’s only supposed to exist in Alteans. No one knows what to make of it. But the boy has magic, and he’ll need teaching, so he comes to stay at the Castle of Lions.

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Aged seven, he asks Allura to marry him.

“When I’m big, I’ll marry you,” he says, as if offering a generous favour. He’s a sweet good-hearted child, and Allura’s just on the cusp of adulthood, still fresh-faced and willowy and uncomfortable in her own beauty. But little Takashi gazes at her like she personally hung every star in the cosmos with her own two hands, and she can’t help but smile fondly at the earnest expression on his face.

“Oh, you’ll marry me, will you?” she asks.

“Yes. If you want me to.”

“Why don’t you ask me again when you’re big, hmm?”

His smile could light the stars on fire, even then.

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Sutures

pairing: Gaara/Sakura with some Neji/Sakura

summary: ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend.’ But just about everything is a possible enemy in a zombie apocalypse. Sakura crosses paths with a particular thief once more and has an unexpectedly pleasant night, trapped in a condemned building’s basement. 

notes: i’m like 3 hours late for @vesperlionheart and @thefreckledone fluff friday, enemy prompt, but eeeeyyyy better late than never. some fluff in a pretty grim setting hello did you know i have a zombie apocalypse au (i have a couple other drabbles set in this universe that i wanna write one day)


Konoha had been more of a tourist destination – a vacation retreat – than an actual town. With the large fortress and temple, the meticulously cared for gardens, hot spring, multitude of places to eat, and the tall, sturdy, stone wall that encircled the village, tucked away in the middle of the forest, it all seemed like something out of a folk tale.

In the end, it was the wall that saved them.

When people first started to get sick, the townsfolk didn’t think much of it and simply cared for their ill as best as they could, slowly becoming more worried as they listened to the news that an epidemic had spread across Japan.

Had spread across the world.

When communications to the outside went down and those who had fallen ill began to… react, there was mass panic throughout the country.

It was that tall wall - strong and stone and unrelenting - that kept the walking corpses out and the people of Konoha safe.

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When Love Isn’t Enough [Jumin Han/Reader]

Title: When Love Isn’t Enough
Pairing: Jumin Han/Reader [you]
Summary: An impromptu meeting with the Chairman has you faced with the most difficult situation you’ve faced in your life.

a/n: yo! it’s been a hot minute since i’ve written anything for mystic messenger. i hope y’all remember me. if not, check out my other mysme stuff! lemme know your thoughts on this and if you’d like me to continue!


“I want you to divorce my son.”

The room plummeted into silence following those words from the Chairman. He sat across from you at the round table, fingers loosely threaded atop one another in front of him as though an indicator that he wasn’t hiding anything. You noticed the doily beneath his hands shifted as he plucked the delicate fabric.

You didn’t utter a reply–or rather you couldn’t. Part of you couldn’t fathom what he had just said to you, his aged face set like stone with a severe expression, eyes capturing you in a staring battle that neither of you would yield to. He exuded an aura of power in the way he leaned forward, his shoulders  hunched towards you confidently. There was no mistake he had said what he had with intention, and he had meant it.

The other part of you desperately scrutinized him, hoping to find something to prove the request he had made was authentic. The Chairman had been at your wedding, observing the way that you both never separated a moment that day, how Jumin seemed to hold your waist firmly as though terrified you would dissipate into a mist and slip between his fingers. He had witnessed your vows, the rings, the kiss, and the smiles.

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I can’t believe I’m being asked to justify the ‘A’ in LGBTIAQ+. The ‘A’ is pretty universal now, acephobes. You’ve lost the fight. Please crawl back under your rock. 

Stephanie Brown: *exists*

Steph’s Father: *is a criminal and an asshole*

Steph: *with no imput from Batman & co* …I’m gonna fight crime.

Robin: *tells her to stop fighting crime*

Steph: *keeps fighting crime*

Steph: *gets pregnant, has a baby*

Steph: *does what she thinks is best for the baby, then goes back to fighting crime*

Batman: *promotes her, then tells her she’s not good enough to fight crime and is going to stop*

Steph: *is sad, keeps fighting crime*

Steph: *starts a gang war by accident, dies*

Steph: *comes back to life, keeps fighting crime*

Robin: *tells her to stop fighting crime again, this time very strongly and in no uncertain terms*

Steph: *promotes herself to Batgirl, keeps fighting crime*

Entire Batfamily: *strongly disproves of and complains about Steph fighting crime*

Steph: *wins them over, keeps fighting crime*

DC: *erases Steph and her past from the universe*

Steph: *……..comes back, keeps fighting crime*

Man, you could see all the pent up feelings, and sexual tension in that kiss. I loved the way he was going to leave her because he thought she didn’t return his feelings that was so sweet. He was going to respect her decision because that’s what she wanted. Then when Kara stopped Mon-El (she moved so fast I thought she was using her super speed 😂) and said please so low it was barely audible (to a human ear 😋) was so cute and emotional. Kara really didn’t want him to leave and it just shows that this relationship is really worth it for her, and she’s not going to let it go like her other relationships. Mon-El looked so dang happy when Kara told him that she lied to him about them being compatible. This man has no clue about relationships and he’s just trying and trying to be better so he would be worthy of her. You can tell that his conflict with Mxy wasn’t really with Mxy, but himself. He didn’t think he was worthy of Kara, and didn’t deserve to be with her. But as Kara said before she is SUPERGIRL, she doesn’t need people telling her what she wants or who she should be with. She is a grown woman who can make her own decisions, and it’s infuriating when I see BS like Mon-El is manipulating her or they’re abusive relationship. You guys have a zero idea of what an abusive relationship if you actually think Karamel is abusive. Fighting and squabbling comes with getting in a relationship, it is something one should expect. However, doesn’t make it abusive or do you think every relationship is abusive? Because there is no single relationship in this dang universe that hasn’t gotten in a fight.

Mini rant over, back to their adorkable relationship. Karamel is so great because she inspires Mon-El to be better, and Mon-El shows Kara how to loosen up and let go. They give and take that’s what a relationship should be. These these two don’t tell each other sorry all the time because they make it up in their actions and strive to do better. Kara is learning to express her feelings, she’s learning to jump first, and experience a relationship fully. With Mon-El she can give it her all, she can let loose and not have to be gentle. He can take her fervor. She doesn’t have to treat him like glass, and she can truly feel his touch for all its worth. Mon-El is learning what it feels like to actually deeply feel something for someone, and be a hero. They are both learning, and growing from each other. They challenge and make each other better.

fuck off sophia

poor Sophia
you never stood a chance
I mean, we don’t even like
the same bands

poor Sophia
you never held my hand
you never started
you didn’t want me to finish

she wants to teach
me Proper English

I want to teach
her how a Southern
Gentleman
can turn into a bedsheet
bandit

she shares playlists
Shatner’s cover
Common People
(fucking insane)
The Cure
(a favorite of hers)
Pras
(a little hip hop never killed anybody)
M.O.P.
(Anteeeee Upp)
Cohen
(she calls me by my name)
Mew
(that long sound song is cool)
honestly
I’ve never heard of the last
two but we jam together

when you would
just strum

sophia
I’ve never believed
in soul mates
&
I wish I could say
you were great
but my new years resolution
is to never truth fabricate

even if you
were
she’s
still better
than
you

on
her
worst
days

Sophia the tears
that night on the porch
weren’t coming from
your detachment
they were coming
from the realization
that I was always alone
even in those moments
you never left my side

I feel her when the wind blows
I smell her when toasting bagels
I taste her in peanut butter
I see her in places she would picture
I hear her soul in every sent song
&
I keep them on repeat

we are an emperical improbability
fighting Math
&
the universe has our back

Bill Nye gives a thumbs up
&
laughs

sophia
my heart needs more than a few
spits with a lot of prayer

her delicate fingers picked up
ventrical slices like a priest
would save cracked stained
glass shatters of apostles
following the Savior

except

she took hers from her chest
surgisized small slices off
wrapped around
and planted herself
in mine

Sophia
you let me wither

she promised to water me
&
has every day since

steven universe: fascists just need to be talked to!! fighting back against your oppressors just makes you worse than them!! when a white woman is violent it’s fine but when a black woman is violent that makes her dangerous and irredeemable!

adventure time: all cops are pigs and all power is corrupt. the solution is in the people. anarchy is the solution.

anonymous asked:

Nah dude, share your Epic Mickey/Mickey and Oswald ideas with the world. Cuz I would LOVE to hear what you have in mind but I don't have a Tumblr so I can't PM you. But you should share what you feel about Mickey and Oswald so that others and myself can feel with you.

ARE YOU SURE DUDE??? Because tbh most of my headcanons are really sad. Everything I touch inevitably turns to angst I’M SORRY

For example….Mickey spent years being told that he was special. That he was the first one, the original. “It all started with a mouse”; that’s a quote Walt said that would become super famous later on.

And then he meets Oswald in Wasteland, and begins to question everything Walt said about him, about how special he is. If Oswald came first, then what does that make Mickey? Was he intended to be just a placeholder? A replacement since Walt could no longer have the real deal? And why didn’t Walt tell him he had a brother? Why didn’t he try to buy his rights back from Universal or even fight them in court once he had the money and prestige to afford it?

The alternative scares him even more: If Walt had gotten Oswald back, would he have pushed Mickey aside in favor of his true original star?

Once he and Oswald become closer, these what-ifs quiet down but they’re never truly gone.

allesteer  asked:

This is not going to be as detailed knowing I read this a while back but, I read this fic were Phil died and Dan gets the chance to go back and time and help him survive and it takes him a few attempts.

This one? But it’s the other way around. The original fic has been taken down, but it’s being rewritten :)

I’d do it all again (and again, and again): the rewrite (ao3) - (tw) After Dan and Phil are in a car accident, both in bad shape and close to death, Phil is offered a choice- live through hundreds of alternate universes fighting for his and Dan’s only chance to get their lives back, or walk away and let Dan die.

- Emily

We are Sikh

Fifth largest religion in the world, and people are ignorant enough to call us Hindus or Muslims. Educate yourself.

  • We are Sikh. Our faith matters to us. So much so that we will gladly give our life fighting for what we believe in as many saint soldiers have done in the past, including our own Gurus.
  • Sikh mothers had their newly borns chopped, limb by limb and then placed around their necks like garlands. This was the price they payed for not converting to another religion, those brave Sikh women remained in high spirits and sang the praises of Guru Nanak & Vaheguru.
  • We made up less than 2% of the Indian population yet 67% of the Indian army were Sikhs.
  • The first battle for freedom from British was won by Sikhs, when after loss of many lives in 1929 they were able to take over the charge of their shrines from British.
  • Our ninth Guru, Guru Tegh Bahadur Ji offered to sacrifice his life to protect another religion. He laid down his life in defense of religious tolerance, freedom of worship, and freedom of religion. He gave his life for the Hindus’ right to wear the sacred thread despite the fact that Sikhs themselves do not believe in these rituals. This was martyrdom for the defense of basic human values.
  • In 1709, Guru Gobind Singh Ji left this world with a lifetime of heroic events which changed the History of India. (which I cannot even compress enough to make it into this text post &  still do it justice)
  • Bhagat Singh while studying in Berkeley University in California went back to Punjab to fight against the British army and was hanged in 1913 while fighting for freedom.
  • Punjab lost its most fertile part to Pakistan during the partition. However, today due to hard labor of Sikh farmers, the Punjab in India produces much higher quantities of food grain than the fertile Punjab in Pakistan. Punjab contributes 40% of rice and 51% of wheat into the central pool of food grains in India.
  • On April 13, 1919, the British conducted Jallianwala Bagh massacre, which consisted of killing 1300 unarmed Indians, 62% of those who were Sikhs in a single day.
  • 1984; we don’t even KNOW how many Sikhs were brutally murdered in the most inhumane ways possible because the Indian government burnt all the bodies without keeping track.

And that’s not even half of the history covered; 
Seeing news like the picture above absolutely shatters my heart, our Gurus and martyrs didn’t give up their life to be called someone we’re not. We have  been given a unique identity so that the world may recognise a single Sikh in a crowd of hundreds of thousands of people.

  • We wear a turban in which we have a small wooden comb to keep and protect our sacred gift from God, our uncut hair, our Kes.
  • We wear a Kara (iron bracelet) to resemble handcuffs, which reminds a Sikh to be a servant of the Guru & think twice about doing evil deeds.
  • We wear a Kirpan (a sword) which symbolises dignity, self-reliance, capacity and readiness to always defend the weak and the oppressed.
  • We wear a Kachera (undershorts) which reminds the Sikh of the need for self-restrain over passions, lust and desires.

A Sikh is a devotee first and to protect his devotion, a Sikh is a warrior as well. A real Sikh will never let weapons take the precedence over his spiritual values and devotion. A real Sikh will always help the one in need and fight for him/her regardless of the person’s caste, color or religion. When all other means of self-protection fail, the Sikh can use his sword to protect himself and others. A Sikh is never to use his sword to attack anyone.

So please, don’t call us something we’re not. We are Sikh. But before that, we are human.