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i’m currently on my summer holiday right now which means a lot of time i didn’t have before, so i’m doing a lot of reading. my favourite thing to buy at the airport is a copy of monocle, and this month’s issue featured a list of the world’s 25 most liveable cities, with tokyo topping it. i’ve always dreamed of going to japan and staying in the capital and generally having the time of my life. i’ve also dreamed of being able to speak/read/write at least five languages by the time i’m thirty, hopefully seven in total one day. i’ve committed to learning japanese during my break, brushing up my mandarin alongside, to get that little bit closer to living in japan (and watching anime without subs hehe). i will share snippets of my japanese journey on here. if anyone has any good websites or videos, they would be most appreciated! let’s do this!

ig: @parisiemme 

Double Your Word Count: A Sprint Game

I cannot take credit for this idea–I read it somewhere on the NaNo forums last year, and since they’re wiped yearly the post I saw is long gone. Someone awesome who isn’t me came up with this, but I love it and want to share it.

Here’s what you do:

Set a timer for 5 minutes and sprint. Record your word count–I played this morning and got 188 words.

Okay, double that to set your goal for the next sprint, 10 minutes. I needed 376 words; I actually wrote 481. Go me!

Double that (my new goal is 962) and do a 20-minute sprint. Oops! I failed the first time, and only wrote 870 words.

If you fail at the goal, you have to try again instead of doubling. My second try: a measly 737. I was getting tired.

I took a break and did some tumblring, then tried a third time.

After a while, I realized I hadn’t actually started my timer, when I thought “Shouldn’t it have gone off by now?” and saw it sitting at 0:00.

But I’d written 1,443 more words, bringing my total for the day to almost 4K. Success, even if I wasn’t actually playing the game anymore.

(If I had reached that goal, the next step would be to double it and do a 40-minute sprint–I’ve tried that twice before and never managed to make it. Fatigue sets in for me, and my most effective writing-time length seems to be 15-20 minutes max, if I’m going for speed. Give it a try, certainly, to see if it works for you!)

I’ve taken the last two weeks off of my studyblr (at least when it comes to posting original content) because I’ve been sick. I have to admit, for the first couple of days, I felt super guilty about it!

Basically for anyone in the situation of being sick, or if you’re having issues with mental health or anything else that is stopping you from being active on your tumblr, firstly I want to say don’t stress about it and definitely don’t feel guilty about it!

I’ve also created a little list of tips for how to keep going if you are sick:

1. Take a break if you need to

Seriously, you will feel so much better if instead of pushing yourself to absolute exhaustion and burn out if you take a step back and don’t worry about it. Just be smart in how you do that.

If you’re super sick and literally can’t do anything, that’s totally fine!

On the other hand if you’re sick but you’re well enough to do things this is where you need to be smart about how you do it.

Classes for me are usually a priority, just because I’m worried that I’ll miss information. If there are classes that aren’t as important though (which sounds bad but for me that’s one of my Chinese classes because all the work is posted online) then do take that time for yourself!

If it comes to studying, I usually stick with light revision and I shorten the period of time that I study. In this, don’t be too harsh on yourself either! So like, if you’ve done 15 minutes but you’re struggling to stay focussed, listen to your body! Do something else, you can get back to it later if your head is a bit clearer.

Assignments are also something I tend to avoid when sick unless absolutely necessary. Usually I will have prepared in advance so I don’t have many issues with that, I just find that if I’m sick, it’s definitely not an assignment that I would want to hand in.

Now, is there anything extra curricular that you’re forcing yourself into? Consider how you’re feeling and use that to determine whether or not you’ll go. It’s probably not a good idea to do a really intense workout, for me that kind of kills my lungs and I tend to feel more sick afterwards. If it’s something like debating, or a music club, or some kind of social thing, again, you’ve got to listen to your body in this one and figure out if it’s worth it. Last time I went out to a social event when I was just slightly recovering from a flu, I ended up with a lung infection covering half of my right lung and was out for two entire weeks. Definitely not worth it, and not something that I have repeated.

Your studyblr definitely falls into the last category too. I’d say this is one is just an unnecessary pressure that we put on ourselves.

2. Try to eat

This is one of the things that I struggle most with when I’m sick. I have a temperamental appetite at the best of times and when I’m sick my appetite is the first thing that I lose.

All I can say is try to find foods that you enjoy eating and try to eat at least a bit of them. If you’re really struggling when it comes to consuming any solid foods I totally recommend just trying some kind of a chicken or vegetable broth. My father always cracks an egg into a broth and it’s got a bit of nutritional value and isn’t super hard to eat.

3. Stay hydrated

Seriously, drink whatever it is that you can. You’ll see a lot of health professionals that will say drink whatever you can, whether it’s coffee or tea, or a sports drink. Obviously, your doctor will recommend water because it’s typically healthier, but what you need is to just stay hydrated and any kind of liquids that you consume will help you with that.

Also, while some of the sports drinks, juices and other alternatives may be high in sugar, they can potentially be a source of certain vitamins that can be helpful to you.

4. Get up, get outside

Basically, this one is kind of just a thing that I’m putting in because it helps me. I should probably add that you should do this if the weather is decent and also make sure that you’re dressed properly so you don’t get worse!

Yes, it can be super hard to get up and try to go outside when you’re not feeling well. But for me, a little bit of movement and fresh air is something that can be surprisingly refreshing and helpful. If not, occasionally getting up and doing a small walk inside to stretch out your muscles can help out a bit.

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“Derek? Derek! Hey! Where have you been?” Stiles puts the handbrake on and jumps out of his jeep, leaving it idling. “We’ve been looking for you for days! Scott’s been going crazy and I’ve been-” Stiles stops himself before he admits how he’s been taking Derek’s absence, aware it will be telling of how much he cares for the other man.

Derek looks like he could use someone’s care though. He’s dead on his feet - his bare feet - and only wearing a threadbare pair of jeans. The dark smudges under his eyes worry at Stiles’ mind, as does the mud on Derek’s hands and up his forearms.

“Who’s Derek?”

Stiles blinks. Derek is known for his dry humour but by his standards that’s just distasteful.

“Uh, you’re Derek, Derek. Come on.” Stiles says with some impatience. He’s tired as well, hasn’t slept more than 3 hours the last few nights.

Derek just shakes his head at Stiles before turning and continuing to walk along the road.

“Wait, hold up!” The jeep is still running and if Stiles’ leaves it like that for more than three minutes it’s going to kill his engine. He can’t let Derek out of his sight though. Not now that he’s right there in front of Stiles, within touching distance, for the first time in almost a week. “Derek, please, just let me get you to the loft at least.”

Derek stops and turns to face Stiles.

“No.”

“What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I’ll walk myself into town.”

“Sure. But you’re going the wrong way.” Stiles is starting to worry now. New worry on top of his old ‘Derek is missing’ worry.

Derek furrows his brow and looks along the road. “I suppose… I don’t know which way to go.” His voice is small. “I can’t remember.”

“Please.” Stiles near pleads. “I can take you home.”

“I’m sorry,” Derek starts, and he does look it, with an intensity to his apology Stiles has only ever seen once before, with Boyd. Seeing it directed toward him at this moment is jarring. “I don’t know who you are.”

Stiles wants to double over. He doesn’t.

“I don’t… I think I don’t know who I am.”

Stiles has to fight not to cry. He hates seeing Derek so vulnerable, especially when it’s not of his own volition.

“You’re Derek. And I’m Stiles.” Stiles steps toward Derek the way one approaches a stray on a sidewalk. Slow. Non-threatening. Aware they might run away with the smallest provocation. “We’re friends.”

Stiles doesn’t imagine the look of hope on Derek’s face, but it’s still hidden behind apprehension. And fear.

“Here.” He pulls out his phone and brings up a photo. The two of them on Derek’s couch in his loft, playing a card game on the sofa cushion between them. Derek is smiling at Stiles and Stiles is smiling and Derek. It’s the photo Stiles has been looking at each night instead of sleeping.

Derek reaches for the phone but drops his hand at the last minute. Stiles notices then that they’re purple and shaking. Cold.

“Derek, please. You’re freezing.” Derek crosses his arms, shoving hands beneath his armpits almost defensively. “I have a spare jacket in my car. I’ll turn the heating up all the way. Just please, please, let me take you home.”

Stiles takes one last step forward, worried another will push Derek that bit too far. He tries to reassure with his body language, but how can you seem trustworthy and honest when all you’re feeling is anxious tension and worry? How can you smile when all you want to do is cry? How can you give space when all you want to do is eliminate it?

The moment stretches. Derek stares at Stiles.

Stiles’ next breath comes in shaky and he knows he has to get out of there now, before he starts sobbing in front of a Derek who no longer knows who he is, before his jeep dies and he can’t, before he has to admit to himself that losing Derek again and in this fucking horrid way is going to break something. But then Derek takes his own step. Towards Stiles.

“Okay.” Derek says. “Okay, Stiles.”

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PT1   PT2    PT3   PT4

This has been getting a lot of notes recently. There are 7 parts total and the entire thing can be found on AO3 - It Was About Being You

CP bachelor AU: part 3

part 1 | part 2

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“Lazar, you follow Erasmus,” Laurent mutters into his headset. “Jord, stay on Jokaste.”

“Got it,” says Jord.

The bells on Jokaste’s anklet tinkle smugly beneath her skirt as she makes her way to the breakfast island in the kitchen and arranges herself on a stool as though it’s a throne. Her red nails shine against the apple she plucks from the fruit bowl.

The female suitor whom Laurent has already labelled Redhead Two, refusing to learn her proper name on the basis that she’s not going to make it past the first month, scurries up to Jokaste with a look of schadenfreude that she’s not smart enough to hide from the cameras.

“I can’t believe he actually did it,” Redhead Two says.

Jokaste smiles and takes a bite of the apple, somehow managing to look both predatory and dainty. She chews, swallows, and says, “I didn’t think the silly boy would take me seriously. How embarrassing.”

Laurent is impressed. The woman could do disingenuity at the Olympic level.

A few minutes ago, Jokaste and her sweet, sharp voice managed to convince Erasmus that Damen had said he admired people who were creative and not afraid to show it. She egged the boy on until he shyly approached Damen and offered to dance for him; Erasmus only managed to get thirty seconds into his performance before the laughter from the other suitors reached his ears, at which point he turned a shade of red that clashed terribly with his honey-blond hair, and dashed out of the room with tears already forming in his eyes.

Laurent leaves Jord to catalogue whatever drama Jokaste is constructing now, and goes out through the French doors to the steps leading down to the poolside. He can see the bright red of Lazar’s shirt at the far end of the pool. The suitors are denied access to their bedrooms during most of the day and there are, by design, limited places to find privacy on set. Erasmus has taken refuge on a lounge chair, as far away from the house as possible, and is sitting hunched over with his head in his hands.

Laurent’s phone buzzes silently in his pocket. He takes a deep breath when he sees the name on the screen. 

He directs the call to his headset, and exhales.

“Hello, uncle.”

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[Miraculous Ladybug]: It’s All Hype!

pretend that i posted this like two days ago and im already writing day 5 prompts k thanks

[Day 2: Banter] [Day 4: Common Interests]

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: It’s All Hype!
Pairings: Ladynoir (Ladybug x Chat Noir), Adrienette (Adrien x Marinette)
Summary: Alya accidentally gets the Internet in a frenzy after announcing that Ladybug and Chat Noir are dating, but the two heroes are adamant about correcting the error and making sure the world knows that they’re just friends. So Alya proposes a staged public break up to set everything right.

In hindsight, she really underestimated how utterly freaking difficult that would be.


Day 3: Explosive


“So can I ask you something since you’re my publicist now?”

Alya was sitting in the shade underneath a large oak tree in the middle of the park they were hanging out in. Because it was Sunday, it was relatively empty. There were only around ten or so people, and they didn’t seem interested in causing a fuss over the two heroes being here, so Alya thought it was a safe spot for the three of them to have a quick lunch. She snuck in a takeout container she’d picked up from the Thai place right next to her house, deciding that she needed the energy if she was going to be tackling this break up scheme for any longer. She spoke through a mouthful of noodles. “You do realize I’m not a real publicist, right?”

“Maybe not, but you’re good at your temporary job,” Chat Noir said, sitting on the park bench right across from Alya and chewing thoughtfully on a piece of baguette. “And I trust your opinion.”

“Okay, so what’s your question?”

“Am I allowed to sponsor small businesses? You know, like get on camera, hold up a product and say something like, ‘I am Chat Noir and I’m going to head on over to Tom & Sabine’s for a nice croissant.’”

Alya snorted. “Liking the bread that much, huh?”

“It is literally to die for!” he moaned in delight, taking another huge bite. He poked Ladybug who was next to him calmly eating from the takeout container she’d gotten from the same restaurant Alya had stopped at. “You sure you don’t want any? The bakery is literally right across the street. I always try and pick up something when I’m in the neighborhood.”

“Even transformed?” she teased.

“Of course! The owners love me. Ever since that Animan akuma, they give me free samples. You should take advantage.”

“I’ll make sure to try next time.”

“I’m not much of a commercial filmer. Although…” She put her food aside, took out her cellphone, and held up the camera. “Hold up the packaging with their logo on it and pretend like you’re about to take a huge bite.”

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okay tumblr, are you serious with the bots? you NEED to have this taken care of

I was going to put this under a break but someone needs to see how absolutely ridiculous this is

i don’t know if the issue was JUST selfies before, but i’ve been hearing these p/or/n bots have been reblogging selfies and adding comments with links. It’s not just selfies anymore, it’s (totally sfw) art as well and its disgusting. there’s minors on this site. not only are they being followed and reblogged by these bots, but those minors follow me, who is also dealing with this, and are exposed to it if they check through my blog as well. 

less important, but they’re also giving people skewed stats for followers and notes. it doesn’t help that these blogs and bots sometimes go under entirely casual sounding names and reblog such random crap, you can never tell if it’s a real person.

I blocked about 3 or 4 before taking these screenshots on my art, and note it was all on recent art, they havent been going back far enough to get stuff from more than a week ago.

this is my ENTIRE block list, warning for n/s/f/w urls and slurs (which is also a HUGE ISSUE)

would someone from @staff at least ACKNOWLEGE that this is a problem please??? a little “hey, we’re working on it” ??? ANYTHING? or do you guys really give that little of a shit

Want to watch a movie with your ibf?

Guys!!!!! You can go on Rabb.it (or just search rabbit in google) and you can video chat with your friend but also go on YouTube or Netflix or Tumblr or any internet site together!! Like you both see what’s on the screen and also see and hear each other!! It’s amazing ;) and I use it all the time it’s totally safe! At first it’s confusing thoooo

I saw someone else do something similar to this, so I figured it’s cool if I jump on the train. Here’s a whole bunch of prompts I’ve had rolling around in my brain but just don’t have the time to complete myself. Feel free to snag one if it speaks to you, just tag me so I can enjoy it!

Jack and Bitty

  • Jack doing one of those “mean tweets” videos for the NHL. But all the “mean tweets” are from the members of SMH. Jack calls out every single one of them in response and becomes an overnight internet sensation.
  • Times Jack Zimmerman’s Boyfriend Owned the Internet: an article by Buzzfeed. (I tried starting this but got sidetracked and really did not get far at all. Bonus points for fake Twitter posts and everything.)

Nursey and Dex

  • Everything is the same, but Dex works as a model part-time to pay for school. Nursey can’t handle how hot his boyfriend is.
    • Bonus points for a photo shoot involving flower crowns.
  • (NSFW) These two morons totally have a bet going on what they can do to each other in public without their teammates noticing. Spoiler: their teammates notice everything.

Ransom and Holster

  • Med school student Ransom has a tumblr that he goes on to take breaks. He discovers Hockey Tumblr’s obsession with his boyfriend (NHL player) Holster’s relationship with one of his teammates and gets jealous.

PolyFrogs

  • Soulmate AU where everyone has a compass on their wrist that points to their soulmate. Their “True North.” Confused PolyFrogs because their compasses have never pointed in just one direction.

Patater

  • Kent and Alexei flirt over social media so obviously but no one actually realizes they’re flirting.
    • Bonus points for including all social media platforms. Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, etc.
  • Speaking on Snapchat…… Kent Parson has a public Snapchat and a private Snapchat. He accidentally outs himself by forgetting to switch over to the private one and posts a “missing the boyf” snap on the public one. (I might do this for Patater week…)
  • (NSFW): Someone tells Kent the best way to build core strength is to take pole dancing classes. RIP in pieces Alexei Mashkov.

So, I have class in 5 fours and didn’t go to sleep yet because I’m up for any opportunity to draw Scully and William. I saw this capture yesterday here on tumblr (sorry, I don’t remember who posted it so if you see this please manifest yourself) while I was drawing my first digital illustration for a children’s book, I needed a break of drawing fishes with human eyes so this was done in parallel for the sake of my sanity. Finished about 10 minutes ago, not sure if I should continue it, glad to hear coments.

The text comes from when I saw this outtake and totally imagined Mulder and Willian wearing the shirt he got from his dad for his birthday, while Scully had dreamed with a smooth clean boy with perfect haircut and ironed clothes in his first day. So there they were, in the kitchen begging Scully that William deserved to bright in the first day of school. The moustached alien won

Hey guys, so um, you may or may not have noticed I’ve been really inactive…and that I keep saying that I’ll BE active, but it’s just because I have a lot of stuff going on regarding school and stuff. I just need a little break from tumblr and discord and stuff. Not saying I’ll be totally inactive…I’ll just be a lot less active than I was in December.

Uh, yeah, that’s about it! Thanks guys :D

Hi, lovelies.

Just a quick check-in to say I’m not ignoring messages on purpose. The wifi where we are in Nicaragua is super spotty and hates loading Tumblr with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns, so I’m behind on whatever the hell is going on when it comes to the S.S. SamCait. Any answers would be even more idiotic than usual.

Also, I’m three days into this vacation and there has been a total shitshow that has gone down every day. Day One, my husband, son, BIL and FIL were swept out past the surf break and it took eight people to rescue them and pull them in. Day Two, the same son had a combo of the heat getting to him and low blood sugar and passed out trying to make it to the breakfast table. He’s fine, but he went all rigid and started to shake and I about had a damn heart attack thinking he was having a seizure. Then today, we went on Polaris four wheeler tour and when I took a corner, I thought I felt a tire pop. NOPE. That fucking thing had NO lugnuts holding it on and that tire tried to quit my bitchass. Better at 15 MPH around a turn than 35 barreling down a dirt hill in the middle of the jungle.

 Oh, and that shit caught fire, too.

Please save me a spot on the Lido and a cold one or twelve. I’m gonna need them. 

When I saw that little 1 pop up on my message icon I totally expected it to be you. Welcome back, I see you found a new IP.

At first I wanted to reply to each of your questions as snarky as possible because that’s fun. But then I figured I wanted to be serious, at least this once.

I know very well nothing I say is going to convince you. As someone who lives for JuZen and searches for it daily, I could tell you that most fics and art aren’t NSFW, and that most of them are actually funny and/or fluffy, seeing as how sassy the chats become whenever Jumin and Zen are in it. I could tell you that if I purely did it because they’re hot, I could just take two random OCs and mash them together in a dirty fic. Or practically ship anything in MM because they are all hot. But I doubt you’d care.

Because in your mind, JuZen is the worst ship in the world and whoever ships it are the worst people. You’ve even morally justified it to yourself to hate us, with words like homophobia, abuse, fetish, and so on. You repeat these words in pretty much every ask you send, which shows me it’s you. You are OBSESSED with hating JuZen. So obsessed you can’t be bothered to block JuZen-based blogs or to blacklist the tag. You even go through tags of posts JuZen fans make, as proven with @cheebsrtd​‘s post, so you can hate us some more. So obsessed I know exactly who you are, despite you trying to hard to hide behind anon. So obsessed, I’m starting to genuinely question if maybe you are too afraid to admit you like the ship.

Be honest to yourself. You hate JuZen. You can’t stand seeing it. You wish people wouldn’t ship it. It probably gets in the way of your own OTP. And you know what? That’s totally okay! You can hate a ship! You can complain about it to your friends, you can roll your eyes every time someone says they love it, you can customize your tumblr UI so that you won’t have to see it for even a second.

What’s not okay is harassing real life people over fictional characters. Every artist and writer is a person experimenting and trying out different things, and fandoms are a fantastic place to spark creativity (especially the MM fandom). You are the destructive entity going around trying to break a ship down, and the reasons are completely selfish. Because at the end of the day, people are not going to believe you when you call them a homophobe, just because they headcanon two men living happily ever after. So reconsider what you’re doing.

As you can guess, I’ve blocked your IP but knowing you, you will be back. Like you said, not every hater is one person, but you desperately want to hate.

I tried and I failed.

I’m terrified of people who can meditate, they sit there for minutes that turn into hours of total silence but not just of their body but of their minds too. They say to get to that point is one of the toughest experiences one must go through, they break down every barrier in their mind, every memory, ever fear, love, loss. They must be at total content with their lives. I was never like that, my mind runs at a speed faster than the average, I believe that’s what makes a writer unique, we don’t rely on the sanity of our minds but the irrationality of our thoughts that run our tales.


- I tried and I failed. (via boundtotheballad) 

I’m sick of this

So I have heard of my ex-bf ironjoker aka Manuel go and harassing people who are below 16 years old.

I have no clue what or how did this shit happened. But this is too much.

That’s true pedophile. I mean like come on.

And then Manuel even said that he even loved me ON YT. But I knew he was hiding something.

And now I have the whole class go mocking on me about Manuel. Can all of this drama stop?

And I really thought you loved me Manu. I THOUGHT YOU DID. But it was all lies. Just like my second relationship with Nguyen Monn.

Know what. I’m done. SO DONE.

WHAT’S THE FUCKING MEANING OF LOVE??? IT’S JUST ALL LIES AND SICKNESS.

LOVE HAS NO LIMITS?? AND THEN YOU GO HATE ON LGBT. GUESS WHAT. I’M HOMO TOO. I AM BISEXUAL BUT I CAN BE GAY.

I JUST HAD SOME HAPPY HOURS THIS MORNING AND THEN I GOT THIS DAMN BULLSHIT.

THIS IS WHY I GOT A BAD INTENTION IF I GO BACK TO TUMBLR. 

YOU KNOW WHAT?

I’M FLIPPING MY SHIT

I’M ALREADY DEPRESSIVE AND PSYCHOPATHIC AND YOU DAMN FUCKS ARE GONNA DRIVE ME CRAZY UNTIL MY LIMITS

MANUEL, YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS YOU ITALIAN FUCK.

I’M IN THIS DUNGEON OF FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS AND PROBLEMS AND THEN THIS PROBLEM.

WANNA DRIVE ME MORE CRAZY?????

I WILL STAB EVERYONE TO DEATH. THAT’S A TOTAL THREAT.

I’m tired…..I just only wanted a break…….

I’m………sick of this…………..

I can’t escape this hell……..










Am I a nobody…..?

a sad day for tumblr

so @illumegeoff is leaving and i’m NOT okay. her blog is the first blog i followed and i look up to her so damn much and i regret listening to my anti social anxiety and not messaging her sooner and actually becoming her friend. her leaving tumblr never crossed my mind and it’s really sad to see her go because she’s one of the best out there. but i totally understand and support her decision because there’s always a breaking point and sometimes you just gotta let some stuff go to help yourself. i’m proud of her for all that she’s accomplished and what she’s about to do because it takes so much more than guts to delete time’s worth of works.

i agree with her when she said that tumblr (and this fandom) has turned into a place of toxicity. what with recent events and whatnot, it has been chaotic. but i guess a fandom isn’t a fandom without its issues and imperfections (i’ve seen and dealt with much, much worse in a totally different fandom and it was absolute hell). i hope that this fandom can get its shit together and we can all be more kind and supportive to one another as a whole instead of sending disgusting anon hate and bringing others down (not saying we’ve all done it, but some people have). we’re all in this fandom together supporting the same person, so why not love and support one another too while we’re at it?

we may have opinions, by all means. we aren’t human without having our own thoughts. and of course we can share it because we are a social species meant to share and communicate ideas and thoughts among ourselves but there is always a line; a boundary. lately, we’ve been crossing lines and letting our diversity in opinions separate us and it shouldn’t be happening as bad as it is within this fandom and it’s quite upsetting to see us, as friends and fellow supporters of a specific person, not getting along over something as ridiculous and insignificant as someone else’s personal life who we have and should have no control over.

i also just realised i’ve gotten extremely opinionated and turned a warmhearted departure into a rant on fandom division and other depressing things i’ve witnessed while here and i apologise for that. on the other hand, i do have a platform and i thought, what better time to speak about it than now? anyway, i really do wish @illumegeoff finds relief soon and maybe considers - at the least - returning to tumblr someday.

i’ll seriously miss you, even though you probably most likely don’t know me

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Round Up

22 April 2016

@mitochondricity tagged me to SDS and I obliged with the first photo in this set. But I also noticed that I hadn’t posted for five days, so here is a round up.

SDS selfie: This morning I did a meditation off the Insight Timer app. It was called ‘Replenish’, 11 min. It was helpful. I could feel the morning sun on my eyelids; all the noises of the suburb coming to life; feeling part of this world, but focusing on breath, vitality, acknowledging & accepting bodily & emotional feelings & sensations. I was a bit fidgety to begin with but I settled down. Mitzy stood and soaked up the sun.

Food: A breakfast, a lunch and a dinner. I enjoyed some mango madness after my meditation this morning; a vege stack out at The Doric Street Cafe for lunch with a friend who needed some training and rehab advice; last night’s five-minute teryaki stir-fry beef - healthy, home-made, fresh food can be faster than the drive-through junk variety.

The day I had lunch out was a crazy one: I had clients presenting with radically high and low blood pressure; I had to comfort and reassure a couple who were feeling overwhelmed by their situation; another had some suspicious inflammation which I referred to medical staff; on the way home a very small child darted on to the road in front of me (my brakes are in fine working order but what a shock!); and around the corner I stopped to assist what may have been a homeless or disadvantaged man who had come off a bike and was cut up and unsteady. He declined first aid and set off on foot. I suggested to the women who had been first on scene to report it to the local police, as he might be known to them.

Dogs: I have spent a lot of time with the pooch this week because I haven’t been out and I haven’t ridden my bike since Easter Monday. She’s enjoyed the extra playtime but not so much the groomer (but she looks so much sprucer) or the vet (like me she’s had some skin issues but hers are seasonal allergies). We went for a walk with a fat black labrador My Girl is exercising this week while its owners are on holiday. Mitto is three times Peppa’s age and three times more sprightly. Labs are such piggy scavengers if you allow it - Peppa managed to find some rubbish to eat with seconds of being let off leash. Ugh.

Dancing in the Kitchen: I have been struggling big-time with health issues this past week and indulged in some spontaneous kitchen dancing to 1980s hits with My Girl at 10.00pm on Thursday night. I have been trying to get on top of the unsightly and prickly peri-oricular dermatitis that has taken over my face since January (yay for selfie filters). The non-steroidal cream I was prescribed didn’t work so I agreed to risk antibiotics, which are the only assured cure. But effective therapies come with side-effects, and antibiotics are horrors, especially if you suffer from ulcerative colitis. So yep, 15 days in, the antibiotic diarrhoea struck with a vengeance, and I’ve suffered a couple of indignities (thankfully at home). I was not a happy girl yesterday. On my GI’s advice I have started GastroStop (it has helped) and of course am taking big doses of probiotics. The dermatitis has several triggers and I tick all boxes, but the bottom line is the crazy immune system. The dermatitis is showing signs of improvement, so I will monitor the situation and decide whether to take a break from the antibiotics on Monday.

In the meantime, I have having a totally chilled weekend. No stress, no driving, no riding, no appointments, no social pressure; just staying home, pottering and suiting myself. I will gather my thoughts, address some issues, make some resolutions. The Husb is in South Korea, so it is just the doggo and me, and visits from the kids.

Keeping the SDS relay going by tagging @read-run-knit-drink @run-to-the-hillls @h-co3 @fitscientist @health-food-diary @running4my-life

lost and found

as life goes on relentlessly

not asking me for a break

I rediscover myself

time after time

on so many occasions I felt totally lost

but never gave up

believing I would find a way out

and I did, I swear I did!

It needed sometimes a couple of lies

the help of others

a bit of good news

but that was always ok

life being too magic to let go

not filling the heart with

impossible dreams

but dreaming nonetheless

a matter of lost and found

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I’m not going to dispute that a lot of charities are total scams, but some of the charity callout posts I’ve seen circulating on Tumblr lately have revealed some pretty bizarre expectations about how charities operate.

Like, I just ran across one banging on about how a particular cancer research charity was obviously a scam because its public filings revealed that only 65% of the money it took in was ultimately spent on cancer research. I mean, that’s not great, and certainly, some charitable foundations manage to break 90% some years, but research-oriented charities always have higher administrative overhead than those that focus on providing services or performing community outreach - 65% is actually fairly reasonable for a research foundation.

In particular, folks seem to routinely get up in arms about the fact that this or that charity is paying its officers a salary - like, not the amount of the salary, but the fact that there’s a salary at all. I mean, what did you expect? Only the smallest charities can rely entirely on volunteer administrators; any foundation of any significant size has gotta have at least a few full-time organisers onboard, and, well, they’ve gotta eat. If you see a charity whose full-time organisers aren’t drawing salaries, I guarantee you you’re looking at a bunch of trust fund kids - which is not necessarily who you want in charge for some causes, y’know?

I mean, I totally get wanting to make sure your donations are well-spent, but a lot of folks simply don’t have a realistic picture of what’s involved.

anonymous asked:

I’ve seen a few people writing fics with maggie realizing she does want kids at least with Alex (bc who wouldn’t lol). Would you write one? It could be a long time into the future idk whatever you want!

Hey! So, if you do want to see that narrative playing out, I’d suggest going to look at some of those existing fics instead. I totally get wanting Alex and Maggie to have a cute reunion/reconciliation and the forever they deserve, but I would feel irresponsible and dishonest to the characters as I see them if I wrote Maggie suddenly shifting her stance completely. I’ve written before about why I don’t see Sanvers actually choosing motherhood given their jobs and their own experiences (https://sapphicscholarwrites.tumblr.com/post/165730782850/since-it-seems-like-youve-already-seen-the-rumors), and I’ve posted at length about why, even if breaking up over wanting to have kids is a perfectly reasonable reason to end a relationship (because that is a fundamental differences in how you see your future), the writing that surrounded the breakup was particularly lazy (you don’t simply wait until mere weeks before a wedding to talk about something as big as what you want your future together to look like, especially when, like Maggie, you’ve been in long-term relationships before and know that your position on kids isn’t the norm in a society that tells all women that motherhood is the ultimate goal, or like we’re led to believe about Alex, motherhood was something so absolutely essential to her future and sense of self and self-fulfillment). 

While I understand that sometimes people do change their minds about major things (hell, I thought I was a big ol’ hetero who would end up alone because I was too cold and uncaring to sustain a relationship with a man…totally borrowed this from a breakup speech–cheers, Chris! You were half right!), this situation seems different. Maggie is an adult. She was with Alex for a while–long enough to have imagined this future together way back in 2x19 (and honestly, even back before they got together with the whole “don’t want to imagine my life without you in it”) and to have evaluated what she wanted that future to look like. She’s been around kids (even though the CW seems to think seeing one is in the wild is a crazy once in a lifetime type of deal) and been in long, 5 year relationships before, so she would understand certain conversations need to happen. I think too often the burden falls on women who don’t want kids to have to justify their choices repeatedly or change their mind and accommodate. Growing up, over and over again, I was told I would “change my mind” once I got older, that I would learn to be “reasonable” and realize that I couldn’t not have children, while my friends who talked about wanting big families were just taken at their word without question. 

And to write Maggie, who has talked about having a happy and full life that’s made rich and complete through the love of a wife and friends and chosen family that will likely include children, just not her own, as having to shift to something that’s more palatable to society…it just seems wrong. It seems like giving in to what people have told me for decades I’ll “learn” to do. And if I thought the writing of their breakup was anything other than sloppy and lazy and led by a head writer/producer who didn’t care about his queer characters, maybe I’d write a better breakup and reunion for them. But as it stands now, I’ll keep writing them as a couple, keep writing them as happy and together, keep writing them dealing with issues in a way that models healthy relationship practices instead of the avoidance and assumed moments/conversations left off-screen that the show “gave” us. Hopefully you understand where I’m coming from!