they just got better with age

ID #44959

Name: Isabelle
Age: 16
Country: USA

i just wanna make new friends ya kno.
i like the front bottoms ??? i love talking about music and food and tv and VINES !! my whole life is a vine reference. i play clarinet but i love every single instrument!!!!! ok ya

Preferences: preferably 14-18 uhh im in the est timezone so itd be cool to meet someone in the same one. i like snapchat or kik but ive also got twitter/tumblr/insta if that’s better

Signs as Carrie Fisher quotes

Aquarius: Men. Go figure.

Pisces: What hairstyle would YOU put on someone with a round face? Add more! So it can contain the fat.

Aries: There’s no room for demons when you’re self-possesed.

Taurus: Take your broken heart, make it into art.

Gemini: Instant-gratification takes too long.

Cancer: G’night Fuck-O’s.

Leo: You guys are much more polite with your mutilations.

Virgo: I’ve got at least 14 bad angles.

Libra: If my life weren’t funny it would just be true, and that is unnacceptable.

Scorpio: “-Where do you get your wonderful sense of humour, Carrie?” -Sears!

Sagittarius: Men don’t age better than women, men are just allowed to age.

Capricorn: Unfortunately it hurts all 3 of my feelings.

Okay people, history-fail story-time...

So back in the 1780′s when our country was still figuring crap out and ol’ George Washington was just elected president, G.W. decided to send a letter to Congress along the lines of ‘Looking forward to working with you all, this will be exciting!” Congress, not wanting to slight the president and also trying to express their own enthusiasm, sent back a letter along the lines of “Glad you’re excited, we are also looking forward to working with you!”

Then George sends another letter back saying something like “Cool cool bros, glad you’re just as excited as I am,” and Congress, again not wanting to be awkward or just ignore the PRESIDENT, sent back ANOTHER letter saying some dumb crap that was probably along the lines of “Glad you’re excited that we’re excited that you’re excited.”

Democracy at its finest.

And while this in itself is funny, that is not even the best part.

George Washington, while being powerful, was not extremely eloquent, and at this point was also aging, busy, and overall very stressed about his new position (which he did not want in the first place).  So he asked his old friend James Madison, who had a much better way with words, to write the first note to Congress.  Good old James Madison, wanting to oblige his friend, did just that and composed the note to Congress.  Now, J-Mads was himself a member of Congress, so when the note arrived, he was in session to hear “Washington’s” letter read.

Congress got nervous and worried about who could possibly compose a formal and acceptable letter back to Washington.  Who better than his old friend, James Madison?  So Jimmy, being obliging, wrote the response.  When Washington received the reply, he once again asked his friend to write the response.  

And who did Congress choose to write their final letter? That’s right….none other than Jimmy-James-Madison himself.

So James Madison, future 4th president of the United States, wrote himself 4 letters under the guise of George Washington and the first Congress of the U.S.  And he was too embarrassed to admit it.

Found this book at the thrift store a couple of days ago. Buying it was a moral imperative.

From the front cover: CAN A SEVEN-HUNDRED YEAR OLD  TRANSYLVANIAN  FIND TRUE LOVE WITH A REVOLUTIONARY RYSEMIAN FISH WOMAN?

Back cover: Misunderstood  vampire Sterling O’Blivion was working at a dance stuido in Chicago when the Rysemian starships landed and things began to change for the better. For one thing, the aliens could take any form they chose, human or otherwise, and Sterling fell head over heels for the one called Benaroya, who was presently disguised as Virginia Woolf. For another, Sterling got a neat new job as chief spokesperson for the aliens’ front operation selling the Famous Men’s Sperm Kit.

After seven hundred years, Sterling had begun to think the joy was going out of life. Now she had the chance to turn into Mr. Spock, to dance with Abraham Lincoln, and to fall wildly and truly in love. It was just the sort of romp an aging vampire needed!

(Published in 1984)

First page:

Korrasami is canon.

You can celebrate it, embrace it, accept it, get over it, or whatever you feel the need to do, but there is no denying it. That is the official story. We received some wonderful press in the wake of the series finale at the end of last week, and just about every piece I read got it right: Korra and Asami fell in love. Were they friends? Yes, and they still are, but they also grew to have romantic feelings for each other.

Was Korrasami “endgame,” meaning, did we plan it from the start of the series? No, but nothing other than Korra’s spiritual arc was. Asami was a duplicitous spy when Mike and I first conceived her character. Then we liked her too much so we reworked the story to keep her in the dark regarding her father’s villainous activities. Varrick and Zhu Li weren’t originally planned to end up as a couple either, but that’s where we took the story/where the story took us. That’s how writing works the vast majority of the time. You give these characters life and then they tell you what they want to do.

I have bragging rights as the first Korrasami shipper (I win!). As we wrote Book 1, before the audience had ever laid eyes on Korra and Asami, it was an idea I would kick around the writers’ room. At first we didn’t give it much weight, not because we think same-sex relationships are a joke, but because we never assumed it was something we would ever get away with depicting on an animated show for a kids network in this day and age, or at least in 2010.

Makorra was only “endgame” as far as the end of Book 1. Once we got into Book 2 we knew we were going to have them break up, and we never planned on getting them back together. Sorry, friends. I like Mako too, and I am sure he will be just fine in the romance department. He grew up and learned about himself through his relationships with Asami and Korra, and he’s a better person for it, and he’ll be a better partner for whomever he ends up with.

Once Mako and Korra were through, we focused on developing Korra and Asami’s relationship. Originally, it was primarily intended to be a strong friendship. Frankly, we wanted to set most of the romance business aside for the last two seasons. Personally, at that point I didn’t want Korra to have to end up with someone at the end of series. We obviously did it in Avatar, but even that felt a bit forced to me. I’m usually rolling my eyes when that happens in virtually every action film, “Here we go again…” It was probably around that time that I came across this quote from Hayao Miyazaki:

“I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where the two mutually inspire each other to live - if I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.”

I agree with him wholeheartedly, especially since the majority of the examples in media portray a female character that is little more than a trophy to be won by the male lead for his derring-do. So Mako and Korra break the typical pattern and end up respecting, admiring, and inspiring each other. That is a resolution I am proud of.

However, I think there needs to be a counterpart to Miyazaki’s sentiment: Just because two characters of the same sex appear in the same story, it should not preclude the possibility of a romance between them. No, not everyone is queer, but the other side of that coin is that not everyone is straight. The more Korra and Asami’s relationship progressed, the more the idea of a romance between them organically blossomed for us. However, we still operated under this notion, another “unwritten rule,” that we would not be allowed to depict that in our show. So we alluded to it throughout the second half of the series, working in the idea that their trajectory could be heading towards a romance.

But as we got close to finishing the finale, the thought struck me: How do I know we can’t openly depict that? No one ever explicitly said so. It was just another assumption based on a paradigm that marginalizes non-heterosexual people. If we want to see that paradigm evolve, we need to take a stand against it. And I didn’t want to look back in 20 years and think, “Man, we could have fought harder for that.” Mike and I talked it over and decided it was important to be unambiguous about the intended relationship.

We approached the network and while they were supportive there was a limit to how far we could go with it, as just about every article I read accurately deduced. It was originally written in the script over a year ago that Korra and Asami held hands as they walked into the spirit portal. We went back and forth on it in the storyboards, but later in the retake process I staged a revision where they turned towards each other, clasping both hands in a reverential manner, in a direct reference to Varrick and Zhu Li’s nuptial pose from a few minutes prior. We asked Jeremy Zuckerman to make the music tender and romantic, and he fulfilled the assignment with a sublime score. I think the entire last two-minute sequence with Korra and Asami turned out beautiful, and again, it is a resolution of which I am very proud. I love how their relationship arc took its time, through kindness and caring. If it seems out of the blue to you, I think a second viewing of the last two seasons would show that perhaps you were looking at it only through a hetero lens.

Was it a slam-dunk victory for queer representation? I think it falls short of that, but hopefully it is a somewhat significant inching forward. It has been encouraging how well the media and the bulk of the fans have embraced it. Sadly and unsurprisingly, there are also plenty of people who have lashed out with homophobic vitriol and nonsense. It has been my experience that by and large this kind of mindset is a result of a lack of exposure to people whose lives and struggles are different from one’s own, and due to a deficiency in empathy––the latter being a key theme in Book 4. (Despite what you might have heard, bisexual people are real!) I have held plenty of stupid notions throughout my life that were planted there in any number of ways, or even grown out of my own ignorance and flawed personality. Yet through getting to know people from all walks of life, listening to the stories of their experiences, and employing some empathy to try to imagine what it might be like to walk in their shoes, I have been able to shed many hurtful mindsets. I still have a long way to go, and I still have a lot to learn. It is a humbling process and hard work, but nothing on the scale of what anyone who has been marginalized has experienced. It is a worthwhile, lifelong endeavor to try to understand where people are coming from.

There is the inevitable reaction, “Mike and Bryan just caved in to the fans.” Well, which fans? There were plenty of Makorra shippers out there, so if we had gone back on our decision and gotten those characters back together, would that have meant we caved in to those fans instead? Either direction we went, there would inevitably be a faction that was elated and another that was devastated. Trust me, I remember Kataang vs. Zutara. But one of those directions is going to be the one that feels right to us, and Mike and I have always made both Avatar and Korra for us, first and foremost. We are lucky that so many other people around the world connect with these series as well. Tahno playing trombone––now that was us caving in to the fans!

But this particular decision wasn’t only done for us. We did it for all our queer friends, family, and colleagues. It is long overdue that our media (including children’s media) stops treating non-heterosexual people as nonexistent, or as something merely to be mocked. I’m only sorry it took us so long to have this kind of representation in one of our stories.

I’ll wrap this up with some incredible words that Mike and I received in a message from a former Korra crew member. He is a deeply religious person who devotes much of his time and energy not only to his faith, but also to helping young people. He and I may have starkly different belief systems, but it is heartwarming and encouraging that on this issue we are aligned in a positive, progressive direction:

“I’ve read enough reviews to get a sense of how it affected people. One very well-written article in Vanity Fair called it subversive (in a good way, of course)… I would say a better word might be “healing.” I think your finale was healing for a lot of people who feel outside or on the fringes, or that their love and their journey is somehow less real or valuable than someone else’s… That it’s somehow less valid. I know quite a few people in that position, who have a lifetime of that on their shoulders, and in one episode of television you both relieved and validated them. That’s healing in my book.”

Love,

Bryan

‘Learning Russian has given me a whole new life’ Mary Hobson: It took me about two years [to read War and Peace]. I read it like a poem, a sentence at a time. English writer and translator Mary Hobson decided to learn Russian at the age of 56, graduating in her sixties and completing a PhD aged 74. Now fluent in Russian, Hobson has translated “Eugene Onegin” and other poems by Pushkin, “Woe from Wit” by Griboyedov, and has won the Griboyedov Prize and Pushkin Medal for her work. RBTH visited Hobson at home in London to ask about her inspiring experience. 

RBTH: Learning Russian is difficult at any age, and you were 56. How did the idea first come to your mind? 

 Mary Hobson: I was having a foot operation, and I had to stay in bed for two weeks in hospital. My daughter Emma brought me a big fat translation of War and Peace. “Mum, you’ll never get a better chance to read it”, she said. I’d never read Russian literature before. I got absolutely hooked on it, I just got so absorbed! I read like a starving man eats. The paperback didn’t have maps of the battle of Borodino, I was making maps trying to understand what was happening. This was the best novel ever written. Tolstoy creates the whole world, and while you read it, you believe in it. I woke up in the hospital three days after I finished reading and suddenly realized: “I haven’t read it at all. I’ve read a translation. I would have to learn Russian.” 

RBTH: Did you read War and Peace in the original language eventually? 

M.H.: Yes, it was the first thing I read in Russian. I bought a fat Russian dictionary and off I went. It took me about two years. I read it like a poem, a sentence at a time. I learned such a lot, I still remember where I first found some words. “Between,” for instance. About a third of the way down the page. 

RBTH: Do you remember your first steps in learning Russian? 

 M.H.: I had a plan to study the Russian language in evening classes, but my Russian friend said: “Don’t do that, I’ll teach you.” We sat in the garden and she helped me to remember the Cyrillic script. I was 56 at this time, and I found it very tiring reading in Cyrillic. I couldn’t do it in the evening because I simply wouldn’t be able to sleep. And Russian grammar is fascinating. 

RBTH: You became an undergraduate for the first time in your sixties. How did you feel about studying with young students? 

M.H.: I need to explain first why I didn’t have any career before my fifties. My husband had a very serious illness, a cerebral abscess, and he became so disabled. I was just looking after him. And we had four children. After 28 years I could not do it any longer, I had break downs, depressions. I finally realized I would have to leave. Otherwise I would just go down with him. There was a life out there I hadn’t lived. It was time to go out and to live it. I left him. I’ve been on my own for three years in a limbo of quilt and depression. Then I picked up a phone and rang the number my friend had long since given me, that of the School of Slavonic and East European Studies, London University. “Do you accept mature students?” I asked. “Of sixty-two?” They did. When the first day of term arrived, I was absolutely terrified. I went twice around Russel square before daring to go in. The only thing that persuaded me to do it was that I got offered the place and if I didn’t do it, the children would be so ashamed of me. My group mates looked a little bit surprised at first but then we were very quickly writing the same essays, reading the same stuff, having to do the same translations. 

RBTH: You spent 10 months in Moscow as part of your course. How did you feel in Russia? 

 M.H.: I hardly dared open my mouth, because I thought I got it wrong. It lasted about a week like this, hardly daring to speak. Then I thought – I’m here only for 10 months. I shall die if I don’t communicate. I just have to risk it. Then I started bumbling stuff. I said things I didn’t at all mean. I just said anything. The most dangerous thing was to make jokes. People looked at me as I was mad. I hate to say it, but in 1991 the Russian ruble absolutely collapsed and for the first and last time in my life I was a wealthy woman. I bought over 200 books in Russian, 10 “Complete Collected Works” of my favorite 19th-century authors. Then it was a problem how to get them home. Seventy-five of them were brought to London by a visiting group of schoolchildren. They took three books each. 

RBTH: You’re celebrating your 90th birthday in July. What’s the secret of your longevity? 

M.H.: If I had not gone to university, if I had given up and stopped learning Russian, I don’t think I’d have lived this long. It keeps your mind active, it keeps you physically active. It affects everything. Learning Russian has given me a whole new life. A whole circle of friends, a whole new way of living. For me it was the most enormous opening out to a new life.

Mothers’ Weekend

Hello there! Long time, no see (my bad I know) but, here: an Alicia Zimmermann-centric piece as she goes to Parents’ Weekend during Jack’s freshmen year. [focus on Alicia, Jack, and Shitty] 6k


Somewhere, deep in her heart, Alicia Zimmermann knows she is a bad mother.

It started out as a worry, as maybe it does for all new mothers, that she will be a bad mother. That she won’t know what to do with a baby or a toddler that one day she will accidentally drop him or forget to feed him or feed him something he is actually allergic to or maybe she’ll scar him emotionally somehow and she worried but she survived his childhood okay. And then, after he was five or six, she stopped worrying about it. She thought she was doing pretty good. Jack had hockey and loved hockey and, sure, they didn’t have deep emotional talks but she didn’t exactly have any basis of comparison. Television families told her she was doing okay. No teenage boy wanted to have deep talks with his mother. And, look, if Jack didn’t talk to her all that much as he turned 12 and then 13, at least he was still talking to his father. Mostly still about hockey but she… she thought that had counted. Hockey was like French, to her. Another language she could understand but couldn’t quite speak. But Bob could. He was on top of it. Jack was taken care of.

She loved Jack. That was never the problem. The problem was that her love wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter. It didn’t alert her to any of the facts and maybe it even blinded her– She loved her son and her son loved hockey and so she loved hockey too. She loved her son and then her son seemed to love a boy named Kent and they never talked about it but she let Kent come over all the time and she figured they would discuss it at some point. She just… assumed everything was okay. Even after he was diagnosed with the anxiety disorder and given pills. It was always… well, that was a little problem but it’s handled and under control and everything is okay now.

See. Bad mother.

A good mother would have known somehow.

A good mother would have pushed and prodded or sensed it without even having to be told.

A good mother would have paid attention to how hard Jack was on himself. A good mother would have made sure her son had interests outside of hockey. A good mother would have known that Jack’s long silences after losses weren’t normal. A good mother would have preached balance and fostered friendships with different types of people and stopped the fucking hockey.

She didn’t though. Stop the hockey. No, not Alicia Zimmermann. She encouraged it. She went to the games and cheered the loudest and she even loved it a little bit because she thought it brought him joy, like his father. She bought into the vision: Jack playing hockey like Bob, the Zimmermann legacy continued throughout the ages…

God, she even used to tease Jack about how it took his father three years to win a Cup and she was sure Jack could manage it faster than his old man.

A good mother wouldn’t have done that. So, see, she’s always been a bad mother. Even now, now that she’s almost lost him, now that she’s promised to do better, now that she’s finally read all the books and online articles about anxiety and pressure and the danger of sports and hockey culture… now she’s still just as bad. Just for different reasons.

Now she is a bad mother because it’s Saturday afternoon and he’s been at Samwell for almost three months and she does not feel like mothers are supposed to feel in this moment.

She glances around. At the sea of other mothers and fathers crammed onto Samwell’s campus for Parents’ Weekend. They are not nervous. They are excited. Happy. Enthusiastic. Overjoyed to see the teenager they had left just a couple months ago again. To her right is a father almost (but not quite) breaking into a run to give his son a hug. To her left, a mother has burst into tears. Happy tears.

And then there’s her. She’s not excited to see Jack. Well, no. No, it’s not that she’s not excited. She is. She is. (She is. She repeats it once more just to remind herself). She is just…

She is nervous too. More nervous than she is excited.

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I can’t help but think about Yuuri being constantly mesmerized but also FULL OF SALT because Viktor, like a fine wine or good cheese, just gets BETTER with age. He is the SILVEREST OF SILVER FOXES. Yuuri can’t handle it.

Like yes his forehead gets bigger, but that just makes him look distinguished somehow? And the lines around his eyes give him this graceful wisdom. The glasses he has to wear later in life make him look like one of those beautiful professor-type men in movies–just looking at them, you know they’ve got to be over the fifty hump, maybe even pretty far over, but you still really want to see them with their shirt off? 

Viktor plans a beach trip for their thirtieth wedding anniversary and Yuuri watches as his sixty-year-old husband shakes salt water out of his hair and rubs sunscreen into the freckles on his shoulders. What the fuck. Yuuri is sitting here in a giant T-shirt and shorts with an overlarge sunhat and sunglasses, and next to him Viktor is reenacting the ads for Gucci’s summer 2049 beachwear ad. The only thing missing is a lion cub and a yacht.

“Aren’t you going to swim?” Viktor asks, leaning back on his elbows, legs crossed at the ankles. His whole body is laid out as though to soak up as much sun as possible, and Yuuri is huddled under the umbrella, every bit of him that will fit in the shade folded into it.

“My hip is bothering me today,” Yuuri tells him, mostly as an excuse.

“The water might help with that,” Viktor tells him, and kneads a hand into the meat of Yuuri’s hip. “It’s nice and cool. Aren’t you having fun, Kitten?”

Yuuri bows his head towards him, smiles and butts their noses together. Viktor has a smear of unincorporated sunscreen on his nose that transfers onto Yuuri’s cheek. “Of course I am. I’m with you.”

Viktor makes a weak little sound against his shoulder. “The things you say. Even now.”

“They’re true,” Yuuri says, and takes his hand through Viktor’s hair.

“I know,” Viktor sighs. “But sometimes I still can’t believe that you’re spending your life with me. Thirty years, can you believe it?”

“No,” Yuuri chuckles honestly. “I can’t. But I’m glad it happened. And that it’s still happening.”

“Thirty years and you’re still just as beautiful as they day I married you,” Viktor says.

Yuuri looks at his husband, Number 27 on People Magazine’s list of Fifty Sexiest Men Over Fifty, and blushes harder than he has since he was in his twenties. 

“Says Russia’s Golden Silver Fox.”

“I hated that article,” Viktor says. His fingers are tracing patters on Yuuri’s thigh. “It made no sense. Silver and gold clash. Anyone with a brain knows that.”

“I don’t think that was the point, Vitya.”

Viktor grabs his hand. “Come swim with me!”

“No!” Yuuri laughs, halfheartedly trying to tug his hand back. “We’re on a beach surrounded by twenty-somethings and unlike you, I have the waistline of a fifty-six year old man.”

“Then come back to our hotel room and I’ll show you the things your fifty-six-year-old waistline can do to me,” Viktor murmurs, and nips gently at Yuuri’s thigh just below the hem of his shorts.

“Well…” Yuuri twirls a lock of Viktor’s hair in his finger. “We do have a few hours before dinner.”

Yuuri lets Viktor cling to him like an octopus on the walk back to their room. Yuuri may be thirty-two years older than he was in the winter of 2016, but he is still the man who took pride in stealing Viktor Nikiforov out from under Russia’s nose–and he is still the only man who Viktor Nikiforov, Certified Fine Wine, Good Cheese, Silver Fox, has eyes for. It’s enough to make anyone feel good about their love handles. 

(Viktor thinks that Yuuri’s love handles are to be celebrated. But that’s another post.)

John Winchester and Child Neglect:  A Comprehensive Study.

It’s been a somewhat divisive subject within the fandom as to what kind of a parent John Winchester was.  Frequently, I see posts pop up on my dash defending John, claiming that he loved his sons and did the best he could under the circumstances.  Others claim John was blatantly abusive.

Well, I think it’s pertinent to lay the matter to rest once and for all:  he undeniably was.

And we needn’t look to subtext for signs of physical abuse, either (though as many others have pointed out, there is plenty there): child neglect is the most common form of child abuse, and it is textually evident throughout the series.

The NSPCC defines the basic needs of children as follows, all of which John gratuitously neglected:

1.  Basic physical care.

The NSPCC maintains that children should be provided with “warmth, shelter, adequate food and rest, grooming (hygiene) and protection from danger.”

Whether or not the various motel rooms they frequented could be equated to proper shelter, John routinely left his sons without enough food to share between them:

Young Dean is shown giving his portion of cereal up for baby Sam, and is later shown to have been forced to resort to stealing in order to feed him.  

Even in his adulthood, when asked if he had ever been “really hungry.  Like, not eaten for days hungry,” Dean emphatically replies that he had. 

The signs of hygienic neglect are slightly more subtle, but also present: after spending the summer without Dean, for example, young Sam is shown in clothes that are obviously too big and unbuttoned at the sleeves.    

And as for “protection from danger?”  Well, unless you count giving your small children loaded firearms, sufficed to say it was nonexistent. 

2.  Affection:

As the NSPCC puts it, healthy affection “includes physical contact, holding, stroking, cuddling and kissing, comforting, admiration, delight, tenderness, patience, time, making allowances for annoying behaviour, and general companionship and approval.”

Obviously, there was a point at which John would have provided his sons with adequate physical affection, but after Mary’s death it appears to be basically nonexistent.  

He is shown to criticize Dean fairly consistently (”I wouldn’t have given you that car if I thought you were going to ruin it”), was unreasonably harsh in response to his childhood shortcomings (e.g. failing to protect Sam from a monster when he was ten), and “leaving him to rot” for the summer at a boy’s home for stealing food at the age of sixteen.

3.  Security:

According to the NSPCC, security constitutes as “continuity of care, the expectation of continuing in the stable family unit, a predictable environment, consistent patterns of care and daily routine, simple rules and consistent controls and a harmonious family group.”

John constantly moved his children from one motel to another for the duration of their childhood.  This prevented his children from formulating any lasting friendships with people their age, the effects of which are most evident in “After School Special:”  Sam is left feeling like “a freak” in comparison to his peers, whereas Dean has already carefully developed his hypermasculine public image.

Moreover, John is predominantly absent in their lives, routinely missing holidays and disappearing for days on end.  Hardly a stable parental figure for the boys to fall back on.   

4.  Stimulation and innate potential: 

The NSPCC defines this as “praise and encouragement; curiosity and exploratory behavior. By developing skills though responsiveness to questions and to play, by promoting educational opportunities.”

Even disregarding John’s blatant discouragement of Sam’s pursuit of higher education, this is most evident in the characteristics of the boys themselves:  

Sam is ambitious, motivated, self-disciplined, and academic.  He prides himself on his ability to succeed in scholastic environments and conduct research, which got him a free ride to an ivy league university at the start of the series.  

These are all characteristics typical of a firstborn child, whereas Dean’s laid-back persona is more typical of a second or third born.  

As others have pointed out, this is because Sam WAS a first born child…to Dean.  

The reason first-borns are typically such high achievers is because their parents treat each success as a momentous occasion, whereas their successors typically garner less attention.  Dean was never praised for his accomplishment by John, whereas Dean provides Sam with a surprising amount of support and encouragement. 

Even John’s journal takes note of this, stating that when Sam took his first steps, he immediately went to Dean.

5.  Guidance and control.  

“To teach adequate social behaviour which includes discipline within the child’s understanding and capacity and which requires patience and a model for the child to copy, for example in honesty and concern and kindness for others.”

John taught Dean how to perform various illegal activities, including credit card fraud and hustling pool. 

This makes it doubly ironic that he reacted so violently to Dean stealing food or getting drunk as a teenager, considering he didn’t exactly set the best standard for upstanding citizenship.  Maybe he was just upset he got caught?

6.  Responsibility. 

“For small things at first such as self-care, tidying playthings or taking dishes to the kitchen and gradually elaborating the decision making that the child has to learn in order to function adequately, gaining experience through his/her mistakes as well as his/her stresses and receiving praise and encouragement to strive to do better.”

This one is a little different, considering John arguably entrusted too much responsibility to children his sons’ age.  Nevertheless, the fact remains that he gave almost no encouragement to the boys for performing these tasks, leading Dean to realize John was possessed when he told him he was proud of him.   

And finally…

7.  Independence. 

“To make his/her own decisions first about small things but increasingly about the various aspects of his/her own life within the confines of the family and society’s codes. Parents use fine judgement in encouraging independence and in letting the child see and feel the outcome of his or her own capacity. Protection is needed, but over-protection is as bad as responsibility and independence too early.”

John militaristically handles his sons, expecting them to be basically subservient to him and to obey his orders at all costs.  He forcibly cut Sam out of his life when he chose to become independent in his adulthood, electing to attend college instead of continue hunting. 

Moreover, Sam is visibly surprised that John let Dean go hunting alone at the age of twenty-six.

In conclusion, the reason I find John Winchester defendists so irksome is not that they demonstrate any real ill will, but that they demonstrate society’s fundamental understanding of what abuse looks like and the forms that it can take.  

Moreover, they demonstrate the popular misconception that because someone is well-intentioned, likable, or even sympathetic under some circumstances, that they cannot be abusive.  

I’m not saying John wasn’t worthy of pity.  I’m not saying he wasn’t without redeeming qualities.  I’m not even saying he didn’t love his sons.

I’m saying that he was, by definition, canonically abusive.  And we, as a fandom, need to acknowledge this fact once and for all.    

Alicia and Bob (Part 3)

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Alicia watches Eric lay his napkin across his lap then run his hands over it over and over to smooth it down. His eyes dart everywhere but to her or Bob. He doesn’t seem to be able to look directly at Jack either, keeping his gaze trained on his hands in his lap, on the silverware, his water glass, the server.

He looks horrendously nervous, and Alicia realizes that Jack and Bob are already deep into hockey talk. She gets up, abandoning her place next to Bob, grabs the empty seat at their table and scoots it close to Eric’s other side. .

“So, Eric. While these two rehash the game they already picked apart over text last night – tell me about your classes! Jack tells me you major in American Studies and that you were contemplating a minor in Communications.”

This forces him to look up at her, and he flushes. Alicia smiles in a way she hopes is encouraging.

“Oh, uh… Yes!” Eric smiles back tightly, like he’s trying really hard not to let it become a grimace. “The minor is actually called Digital Media and Culture. I met with my advisor on Friday and it’s a go.”

“Wait,” Jack says, pulling away from his father’s chattering about the Preds. “You didn’t say anything, before. That’s great!”

“I was distracted, all over the place,” Eric says, turning his face up toward Jack’s. Alicia watches his smile relax. “Sorry, honey, you know how it is when I’m all–” He gestures to his own face, the meaning of it lost on Alicia, but Jack rolls his eyes and softens it with a smile.


“Sure, I know,” Jack says. “Either way, I’m glad it worked out. You’re already more than half way through the minor requirements, you’ll get it done no problem.”


Eric huffs, shrugs. “If I can manage to pass a stats class.”

Honey, Alicia thinks to herself. She refrains from pressing a hand to her aching heart and instead reaches over and touches Eric’s elbow the way she would Jack’s, gives it a little squeeze. “I was a math major! If you ever need a tutor, I’m only a text away.”

“Wha– oh! Really?”

Alicia is so charmed by him. His eyes are big and warm and sweet. They widen even more above the pink tinge in his cheeks, his blush spreading across his nose and he’s just… precious. He apparently calls Jack honey, and he’s so nervous to be meeting his boyfriend’s parents he’s practically vibrating. Alicia adores him. 

Before she can say anything else, Bob leans over Jack and says, “I know. Hot and smart, it’s just unfair. I don’t know how I get anything done with her around.”

Jack rolls his eyes, but Eric tsks, gestures hopelessly with both hands and says, “Lord, I know the feeling.”

It’s Jack’s turn to laugh, surprised and pleased with himself as Eric buries his face in his hands.

“I mean–” he gasps. “Shit.”

Alicia loses it. Her son is lit up from the inside and Eric looks as though he would be happy to have the floor swallow him up in that moment. She can’t stop the delighted giggles that want to come out, nor can she stop herself from reaching over and wrapping an arm around the poor boy in a sideways hug. “Oh, sweetheart,” she says into his hair. “Relax. We love it.”

Bob reaches over and slaps Eric on the shoulder, then does the same to Jack. He says, “You got your mother’s brains, that’s for sure.”

“I’d say the looks, too,” Alicia jokes, “if he didn’t look exactly like you at this age.”

Eric makes a strangled sound at the back of his throat, wide, horrified eyes settling on Bob. Alicia gives him another squeeze, because that’s what would make her feel better if she had just inadvertently called her boyfriend’s father hot.

Jack pats Eric’s knee under the table and says, “Alright maman, let him breathe. Papa, try to be appropriate for ten minutes.  Look at your menus, act like normal parents.”

“We are so normal,” Bob grouses, picking up his menu. “What about me isn’t normal?”

Alicia releases Eric and snorts. “Where to begin, Bobby.”

She meets Bob’s gaze as the boys start reading their menus, Eric’s cheeks still blazing and Jack’s eyes soft and happy as they cut sideways to watch him. Bob glances at them and then back to Alicia with a tiny quirk of his lips. She nods, bites back the grin that begs to be let out, swallows against the happy sob she can feel waiting in her chest. She clears her throat and asks her future son-in-law what he’s thinking about ordering.

❉ = fluff / ✥ = angst / ✱ = comedy / ✺ = 😏

admins favorites = 🍑 / 🥝


JIN

YOUR WORSE THEN NAMJOON

i don’t mind people finding out

pancakes

you ruined my pickup line

unrelated topic, did you like what you saw ?

okay, i give you permission to kill him, but please wait until Thursday 🥝

guess who loves you

DO YOU NOT WANT ICE CREAM ???


i take you out one time and suddenly i’m the local delivery guy ?? ❉ & ✱

i like you too, like a little… little lot. ✱ & ❉

👉🏼👌🏼 ?

i’m not kidding tho where does he live i’m already in the car angry and ready to go

if i have to listen to management nag about weight one more time i’m marching straight out of this building

YOONGS

i am not cute

i don’t want to talk to you anymore

come help me out here ?

if it makes you feel any better ur a great chair

roasting you is like the best part of my day

i need lady stuff

what happend to the yoongi who doesn’t take shit from anyone ? ❉ & ✥

are you texting me song lyrics ?

come to the studio and sit on my lap ✺ & ✱

text me, call me, email me, send a letter; for all i care it could be by pigeon

i promise i only type like this when i like the person i text

completely giving up, starring me.

he’s just not hitting anything other then my knees

i was thinking about making out with you all day

not the pillow part you one celled creetin

lets get another doggo

thank god, i’d thought you’d never leave me alone

yeah being as short and mean as you is a real gift.

soft min family™️

HOBI

fuck the fuck off

can i have like five of you ?

ur so pretty

have fun with math

but hobi wants some love ❉ & ✱

that’s cuz im trying to communicate with u

jung hoseok you’ll be the death of me

i wanna kiss your face every time i see you too

you know i support everything you do right ?

where did all that wisdom come from ?

stop talking to the small man

series : big bro hobi

i’m disowning you.

BOYS WILL EAT YOU ALIVE

JOON

you still up ?

yeah i can rap like the entire thing

right, and what does your mom call you ?

sure, have fun with my bras

that’s because you don’t speak Korean

i see you’ve had a few drinks ❉ & ✱

i miss your face

I’m not wearing any fucking underwear, because you never put the fucking laundry in the fucking dryer like I asked you to 100 times ✱ 

i better be ✥ & ✱ 

the company told me not to go but i couldn’t disappoint you like that

i have to go look for a new job

CHIM

ur such a loser

but you dont like shopping

the disrespect in this one is strong

it was supposed to be a surprise

you mean my singing ? ✱ & ❉ 

he’s just jaelous his dongsae had a child before him

very funny babygirl ✱ & ✺

we’ll go wherever you want

yoonmin : you’re like a candy bar jimin, half sweet half nuts.

you want me to come over ? we can cuddle

i cant sleep, are you up ?

is little jimin mad ? or should i say regular jimin ? ❉ & ✱

TAE

Hey ! i bought you ice-cream

the inventor of snapback look™

tae don’t you think the pillow wall is a bit of an overkill ?

thank god at least one of you know how to make a move

you’re not disappointing anyone by eating breakfast and lunch ❉ & ✥

did you do the english assignment ?

it’s just like 99.999% your fault

vkook : THIS IS A SHARED DORM

you’ll send me letters everyday right ?

are you telling me you’ve been smart this whole time ?

it’s in my job description

JK

wassup dudette

ayo ladies and gentleman

send nudes

what are you doing right now ?

look how cute we are

i just have a strong disliking to your personality

i like our bickering

babe i need your opinion ✱ & ✺

i’ll buy you food for a week if you tell me i’m your favorite

you could pay me a million and i still wouldn’t consider it

i didn’t want to leave your side that night because i wanted you to feel safe

stop kicking my chair

what does oppa mean ?

i miss every little thing you do

i’ll give you three breadsticks and a goat if you give me jimin

in your dreams

jk he’s not lord voldemort

i didn’t think this one through

good job, guk 

i’ll always be your kookie

some of us actually need school jk

the village called. they want their idiot back, you better get going.

happy removal day

2 OR MORE

yeah and i’m just implying that i want to take you out on a date

what are you an owl ?

jin just made the worse recipe ever and i doubt he put ANY effort into it

i don’t like going outside

absolute soul mate has 16 letters and so does fuck jungkook asap

you’ve both got the same mental age

you are pure evil

i’m so whipped, this is incredible

for now i’ll have your lovely messages to look forward to ❉ & ✥

dont mess with me park ✱ & ❉

i like to send nudes ok ? if that’s my biggest flaw i think i’m ok.

if you were any thicker you’d look at the weather app outside

don’t start with me pindick

i’m not related to you anymore

we don’t want him

he really wanted to be in the picture

softie.

i can’t believe you saw mini nochu

i gain 3k for every shirtless picture

the power of jjang jjang man

next time you plan on rapping verse1 invite me

i’ll tell them to stop bothering you

okay, but if it attacks my dog i’m giving it to jimin ✱ & ❉

CRUSH CANCELLED ✱ & ❉

way to ruin the mood loser ✱ & ✺

dont act so smug you little shit

tell him to drop dead, with my compliments

you use that meme when you get nervous ✱ & ❉

was i your second choice ? ✱ & ❉

he’s a little small, but he’ll do ✱ & ✺

bring me some vodka and condoms ✱ & ✺

your butt rights have been invoked

one can never know too many counting systems ✱ & ❉

all he’s done to me with his 10/12 looks

i’ll take you out on a real date when ur older

i dont know what your problem is, but i’m guessing its hard to pronouce

that was my… goldfish.

you did not just call me your dog

STOP ASKING THINGS I WANT TO HEAR

i’ve been staring at the wall for the past hour

HORSES DONT EAT PEOPLE

cheating series :

hold on imma go beat his ass

i told him the only thing smaller then him is his dick

this bitch gonna die tonight

i’m going to jail when i see his ass

when u gotta kill your hyung

dumped him so hard he probably got whiplash

losing a member series : 

we bangtan 6 now 🍑

how is it you’re the smartest and dumbest person i’ve ever met

YOU LOST HIM DIDN’T YOU

how do you manage to lose a human being ??

gang au series :

you act like you’ve never been shot before !

but did you die ?

is everyone alive and not in jail ?

mafia gangs dont have facebook pages.

one little girl thought it was cool i was covered in blood

teasing members series :

confess or i’ll set your mattress on fire

namjoon i will call your mother

so when are y'all getting kids

i will literally launch you into the sun

VIDEOS

footage of me at the club

footage of me at a house party

footage of me in the kitchen

footage of me with friends

why i shouldn’t be allowed to edit part 1

why i shouldn’t be allowed to edit part 2

6

I’m still mad about Vivienne de Fer of Orlais, master player of The game, having a shaved head. So I spent the last few hours doing this just to make a point. I was gonna only do like 3 but she is so pretty with rows (and just in general tbh) I couldn’t stop myself lol.

Please don’t misunderstand my intent, Vivienne is gorgeous with or without hair, and I would’ve been fine with this decision if there were Black people all over the game rocking natural hairstyles. But that is not the case. It feels like game devs hear us asking for afro textured hair options, do the least amount of work (”here is an afro and a smaller afro.”) and then call it a day. It’s frustrating.

We’re so underrepresented as it is. And then to finally have a Black woman who is a major character, who lives in a society where fashion is important to the point of being ridiculous, have a shaved head? It’s just lazy and that’s all there is to it.

Like this is where a google image search for inspiration and a little bit of doodling got me. If I can do this then people who are being paid to do a good job can and should do better.

Dream Daddy Cult Ending

Okay, so I’ve gone through Dream Daddy’s files, and have found the cult ending! I’m pretty sure you can’t actually get this ending, but I wanted to share it. I know I got frustrated trying to find it online.

CULT ENDING BELOW CUT

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Time for a Feels Trip

Nico, Age 10:

Bianca sat with [the Hunters], leaving her little brother to hang out in the front with us, which seemed cold to me, but Nico didn’t seem to mind.

“This is so cool!” Nico said, jumping up and down in the driver’s seat. “Is this really the sun? I thought Helios and Selene were the sun and moon gods. How come sometimes it’s them and sometimes it’s you and Artemis?”

-Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

Nico, Age 11:

“I am the son of Hades,” Nico insisted. “Be gone!”

Minos laughed. “You have no power over me. I am the lord of spirits! The ghost king!”

“No.” Nico drew his sword. “I am.”

He stabbed his black blade into the floor, and it cleaved through the stone like butter.

“Never!” Minos’s form rippled. “I will not—” The ground rumbled. The windows cracked and shattered to pieces, letting in a blast of fresh air. A fissure opened in the stone floor of the workshop, and Minos and all his spirits were sucked into the void with a horrible wail.

-Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth

Nico, Age 12:

“Son of Hades.” Kronos spit on the ground. “Do you love death so much you wish to experience it?”

“Your death,” Nico said, “would be great for me.”

“I’m immortal, you fool! I have escaped Tartarus. You have no business here, and no chance to live.”

Nico drew his sword—three feet of wicked sharp Stygian iron, black as a nightmare. “I don’t agree.”

The ground rumbled. Cracks appeared in the road, the sidewalks, the sides of the buildings. Skeletal hands grasped the air as the dead clawed their way into the world of the living. There were thousands of them, and as they emerged, the Titan’s monsters got jumpy and started to back up.

-Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

Nico, Age 13:

Hazel felt like she’d just introduced two nuclear bombs. Now she was waiting to see which one exploded first.

Until that morning, her brother Nico had been the most powerful demigod she knew. The others at Camp Jupiter saw him as a traveling oddball, about as harmless as the fauns. Hazel knew better. She hadn’t grown up with Nico, hadn’t even known him very long. But she knew Nico was more dangerous than Reyna, or Octavian, or maybe even Jason.

-Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune

Nico, Age 14:

Nico wasn’t exactly a sunshine person, but for once he welcomed the warmth. It made him feel more substantial – anchored to the mortal world. With every shadow-jump, coming back got harder and harder. Even in broad daylight his hand passed through solid objects. His belt and sword kept falling around his ankles for no apparent reason. Once, when he wasn’t looking where he was going, he walked straight through a tree.

Nico remembered something Jason Grace had told him in the palace of Notus: Maybe it’s time you come out of the shadows.

If only I could, he thought. For the first time in his life, he had begun to fear the dark, because he might melt into it permanently.

-Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

Nico, Age 15:

“Nico,” I said at last, “shouldn’t you be sitting at the Hades table?”

He shrugged. “Technically, yes. But if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen. Cracks open in the floor. Zombies crawl out and start roaming around. It’s a mood disorder. I can’t control it. That’s what I told Chiron.”

“And is it true?” I asked.

Nico smiled thinly. “I have a note from my doctor.”

Will raised his hand. “I’m his doctor.”

“Chiron decided it wasn’t worth arguing about,” Nico said. “As long as I sit at a table with other people, like…oh, these guys for instance…the zombies stay away. Everybody’s happier.”

Will nodded serenely. “It’s the strangest thing. Not that Nico would ever misuse his powers to get what he wants.”

“Of course not,” Nico agreed.

-Rick Riordan, The Hidden Oracle

Voltron Model AU

My blog kinda messed up and deleted a lot of my posts so I’m gonna post this again but altogether cuz I’m to fucking lazy


Model AU

• Pidge and her brother Matt are those siblings models but there only doing it to pay for the expensive school they both go too.
• Hunk is one of those plus size models and everyone loves his personality cuz he’s so nice and humble, he has a foodie blog that he takes a lot of pride in.
• Keith is one of those chill angry looking guys that model for sports wear and stuff. He’s known for not being sporty at all, and he’s said multiple times he has no idea how he ended up where he is.
• Shiro is also a sports model but he dose some of those tux modeling every once in a while, he has the most followers. The media has no dirt on him and people think he amazing but really he just never leaves his house cuz he’s always too stressed.
• Lance is one only those people who got Instagram famous and was offered to come out in runways and magazines for publicity and he rocked it and got a permanent hire, he’s mostly for like Forever 21 Men and hipster shit like that. He love sports and has been after Keith’s shoots for a while.
• They all randomly met at some weird charity ball or some runway thing
• Lance and Hunk hit it off (friendship wise) quickly and soon started up a cooking YouTube channel together. With Shick and Lances very culture based foods that people are always impressed by.
• Lance actually really likes Keith’s shoots and dreamed of having his job so when he met him and he was kinda a dick he was really disappointed
• He and Hunk quickly befriended Shiro tho and it forced them to hang out cuz Shiro was already really good friends with Keith
• Pidge met them when she asked Keith if she could get him a drink
• (not in a flirty way but cuz she wasn’t of age and really wanted one)
• (Keith didn’t really know better and gave her one)
• (they both got in huge trouble)
• (but it’s okay cuz Lance got them out of it)
• Matt came over after it all and they all just formed a circle and talked together.
• Someone took pictures of them all hanging out and it kinda became lowkey news
• People started shipping Lance and Keith and Keith was surprisingly into it
• He would joke on Twitter and stuff about asking him out and Lance posted pictures of him giving flowers and stuff like that as a joke.
• But it was lowkey not a joke they just didn’t know cuz they both thought they were kidding
• Pigde and Matt did a shoot with Lance and Allura (a up and coming model who they met that day) for a Old Navy thing
• They all hit it off and invited them to a BBQ hosted by Hunk and yeah it was fun
• They all kinda got drunk tho so Allura took Pidge home so they wouldn’t deal with there bull
• They accidentally uploaded a video of them acting stupid and it got a lot of publicity
• And the reason it was a big deal was because Shiro was throwing Matt into a pool but Klance was making out in the background
• Also while throwing Matt into the pool Shiro yelled “I’m gonna marry her!(Allura)”
• he was really drunk cuz he was stressing out a lot.
• Shiro is still confused because “who even took that video?”
• There all a happy dorky family and everyone loves them


Model AU Part 2
• Shiro finds out it was Hunk’s girlfriend, Shay, who took the video and feels BETRAYED
• He thought she was a very nice person how could she do this??
• He managed to block the video from Allura, now he just needs to find a way to hid the trending tag from her…
• Matt swears he’s never drinking again (he dose very soon)
• Keith thinks that he and Lance are an item now, but Lance is a blackout drunk and doesn’t remember anything
• “Haha sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything, i really lose myself with these kind of things”
• “We. Had. A. Moment. How? Can? You? Not? Remember?”
• “Sorry? Are you okay?”
• He was not okay
• He didn’t want to just show Lance the video tho cuz that seems kinda insensitive and lame
• DUN DUN DUN MOTHERFUCKING LOTOR SHOWS UP
• (He’s not evil or mean or anything in this AU he’s actually really nice and stuff but Keith hates him because…)
• He asks Lance on a date after doing a shoot for swimsuit modeling (Lotor was doing the swimsuit thing not Lance)
• (Lance was just at the studio to see a job offer)
• Lotor just saw him and wall like “hey Lance right? Really loved your ‘generic pose’ shoot, blah blah blah, we should grab a drink?
• Lance says yes cuz DAMN THIS guy is hella
• Shiro is unlucky too cuz Allura decided she would accept a film job overseas
• Hunk Pidge and Matt feel bad for them and take them out for drinks
• They get drunk again. (Including Pidge, there was no supervision)(she’s 16 in this AU so it’s not that bad)
• Cue drunk phone calls to Allura and Lance (they had a night out together cuz they really wanted a see a movie that no one else was interested in)
• Lance and Allura open up there voicemails at the same time and WHAT IS GOING ON??!
• The next day Keith and Shiro hear THERE voicemails and it’s just Lance and Allura really worried
• Keith and Shiro regret everything and try to drown themselves in the pool (Matt and Hunk stopped them)
• "Guys this is a community pool, my neighbors will be mad plz stop” (-Hunk)

~ DOES LOVE ALWAYS GO? ~
Someone asked me that today and it took me a moment to think about it… but my answer is no, love doesn’t always go.
Sometimes it does, I won’t deny that. Some people are fickle and love with a light heart that floats on to something else almost as soon as the wind changes. But not everyone loves that way… There are those who love deeply, with everything that they are; and for them, love is timeless. It never ages, it never gets bored, it never ‘finds somebody better’, it never fades away and it certainly never gives up just because things got tough.
But it also hurts sometimes… It hurts in ways you can’t possibly imagine and when it does I can almost understand why those who are capable of it choose to let go… Sometimes I almost envy them… But I’ve never been one of those people. I so rarely let anybody in, but if you’re one of the few people to find your way into my heart – then you’re there to stay until my final breath.
And I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing…?
I don’t know if it’s beautiful or sad to think that one day, many years from now, my last thoughts will most likely be of someone who no longer thinks of me at all…

anonymous asked:

Alright here’s the deal. I’m in grade 10 and I need to get a 90 average I don’t know how to study, I’ve always just winged it and done great. But it’s starting to pile on and it’s affecting my grades. I have no motivation, but I know I want to be a doctor it’s just what I’ve always wanted to do. But I don’t know how. All of my friends get 90s and I’m here not knowing what to do. I’m afraid everyone else is moving ahead while I’m stuck. Help please

Ok so, 

You’ve hit the barrier that we all, at one point or another reach - where we need to supplement our natural talent with discipline and work. 

And that’s ok! That’s normal! This is not a crisis. This is real life! 

The best advice I can give you is to study smart. That means targeting your time/ effort to the things you are going to be examined on. This starts with looking over your course syllabus (or what topics you’ve covered in class), and becoming familiar with the structure of your exams. 

and then leaving the rest to one side. 

So what does studying smart mean?

Here’s some other resources that might help: 

Time Management 

If you’re feeling overwhelmed, that may also be a time management issue. Now, we’ve all got the same number of hours in a day - it’s how we choose to spend them that makes the difference. 

Some resources on time management 

On being a doctor 

It’s great that you know that you want to be a doctor. I think a good way to motivate yourself is to ask why you want to be a doctor. Not only for short-term motivation, but for long term motivation. 

This is important because the road to being a doctor (and a lot of ‘traditional’ professions) is much longer than just ‘completing high school and completing med school’. A lot of students don’t realise that it takes, in some instances, decades of hard work. 

Not to mention the financial, emotional and mental sacrifices that you will need to make. 

A good way to make an informed decision about your career choices is to ask people who are already in the field and people who are studying medicine. To that end I’d recommend: 

On feeling left behind

Here’s the thing.

You’re not. 

You are not falling behind. 

I understand why it feels that way. High school is a pressure cooker. For your entire academic life to date, you’ve been working in this competitive environment. Where success feels like a zero sum game. 

It’s not. 

You have your own route to success. The battles you win, the results you receive, the progress you achieve - the value of these things are not diminished just because “your friends are doing better.”

Its natural to judge your performance against everyone else. What they got for an exam, how much they wrote, what answers they got, how they solved a problem. Don’t give too much weight to what people say they’ve done. In the end you can only control your own performance.

You don’t need +90 to ‘move ahead in life’. 

Just because someone does it first, whether it be graduating high school, graduating uni, getting a job first, getting their first kiss, going on a first date - all these ‘coming of age markers’ - doesn’t mean that you won’t get to achieve them yourself. 

But if you feel like you’re falling behind, and you use that feeling to stop yourself from working, then you will be holding yourself back from success. 

So, stop focussing on the ‘race’. Instead, look to where you’re running to. And where you final destination is.  

Highly recommend reading these wise words from @niuniente

And if you’re feeling stuck? Reach out for help. 

All the best anon. 

something more

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: CEO!FWB!Tom AU, that’s all you need to know. 

*Notes: Might make this a series??? Let me know what you think ;)

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Tom stripped himself of his sweaty gym clothes; his muscles sore from pushing himself for almost three hours. His morning had already done a number on him – and he still had to go into work later today. Being the CEO of his own company took a toll on him, and it also didn’t give him enough time and room to call in sick, or even something as simple as getting a day or two for himself. Everyday was stress after stress. He picked up his phone, sending a quick text with the message, “Rough day, when can I see you?”, before setting it back down on the counter and hopping into the shower. His insides were screaming as the hot water hit his skin.

He thought about what he’d have to do when he got to the office – it was a lot of pressure, when he thought about it, especially for someone at the ripe age of twenty-three. He didn’t have much time to enjoy himself after college. His father had prepped him to take the CEO position his whole life and, even though Tom was grateful, he almost resented his father for not taking into consideration what Tom might have wanted to do with his life instead. But, he couldn’t complain. He was set for life.

As soon as Tom was out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, he picked up his phone with dry hands, looking to see if he got a reply. Nothing. He frowned, thinking that something else – or better – had come up. He shook his head; he’d have to find another way to entertain himself before he had to go in at ten. He had just settled in on the couch, remote in hand, still just in his towel, when there was a knock on the door. Tom’s eyebrows furrowed as he checked his watch. It’s only almost seven in the morning. Who could be at his door? He got up, peeking through his apartment door’s peephole and seeing a girl, about his age, standing outside with a plumber’s uniform on. He cleared his throat, opening the door.

“I heard there was a problem with your plumbing – something about a pipe needing to be taken care of?” Tom gave the young woman a confused smile, shrugging.

“I didn’t call for a plumber.” He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his unclothed chest – it wasn’t until then that he remembered he was only sporting a towel. The girl shrugged, stepping forward as she showed him the inside of the bag she carried.

“Well, I don’t have any tools.” Without another word, Tom caught her as she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her lips were immediately on his as Tom moved them into his apartment, shutting the door.

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