this is just how we do things now

So in light of my last 2 panicked hours. How would aliens react to unusual pet owners? We’ve already addressed cats and dogs. What about fish,snake and bird owners? You cant hug a fish. Snakes may be familiar with you and chill, but they can’t experience love and be comforting like a cat or dog. Birds are smart and can be sweet but they can also tiny screaming bullets. I just spent 2 hours cleaning a fish tank and praying my fish wont die because the toddlers assaulted them with a toilet brush. They’re missing scales but seem to be doing ok right now. Thing is though. Im allergic to my fishes water. Their food has shellfish and guess what? Minor Shellfish allergy. But, I’d rather suit up and take the risk every time the tank needs cleaning rather than hand them back over to petco because thats where fish go when someone surrenders them in this town. To aliens, this risk would be crazy. Why risk health problems just to care for something that wont express it’s gratitude or give me emotional and physical comfort later? Because i love them and want to keep them happy and healthy would seem like a poor excuse if they’re causing me minor health problems and dont even express gratitude. But seeing my fish safe and healthy is good enough. And They’re calming to watch. Im not sure all aliens would get that

just got home from a full day of therapy shit at hospital. I did a session with my psychiatrist and stayed for the entire group instead of leaving halfway through like i normally do. 

I told him how affected ive been after reading that post about someone else’s similar school abuse experiences and how my nightmares have increased and now my psych wants me to write out a list of the things that i remember from primary school and i think he wants me to try and remember actual events.

i would honestly rather die.

in group we were learning about cptsd which is why i stayed. but now i have a migrane from doing too much and all of it be personal, but also because i was talking about what i remember from primary school it is a spectacularly bad idea for me to try and sleep at all, because anything less than full immersion distraction means memories. so. fuck me i guess??

im not going to write the list till thursday night. i dont want to spend the week remembering things. i hate rmeembering things. i hate the slippery feeling of following a memory and knowing you’re just seeing the light distorted around the edge of a massive black hole. I hate remembering inconsequential things that fill me with dread.

I hate that i return to the same memories over and over because ive run through them a hundred times and i know that i can remember them as a story and not as an experience, but even doing that means that im shifting that huge sinkhole of Bad Time closer to my waking mind and shit slips through.

I hate remembering something for the first time and i know this is whats going to happen i hate recovered memories more than anything else

I dont want to know what i scream about in my sleep

anonymous asked:

any tips for someone who just started an aesthetic / moodboard blog? How did you get started and when did you start getting followers? Love you ❤️

Since it’s our blog’s birthday, let me imprint some wisdom onto you young one.

1. Don’t start any ask blog on your own. Chances are you will need help and support from others. I’m shite at coding, so Kosher steps in. Smoked is really good with music, and Table salt does lots of work with me. It’s easier because we get asks pretty quickly and if you’re on your own it can get hectic really fast.

2. Be creative, do something that other aesthetic blogs aren’t doing. Make something of your own to stand out, and not do the same thing as all other aesthetic blogs.

3. Face it, at first you won’t be getting lots of requests. It just won’t. Hell, at some points we had ten requests and we were like ‘shit how many’ now we get up to 15 or 20 per day. So to combat that, make your own aesthetics of things you want to.

4. Tag the living fuck out of them.

5. Make sure your blog is easily readable and make sure you have rules. All of us have our own boundaries and people should respect yours.

6. Don’t let the hate get to you. You are your own person doing this for yourself and your fandom. Bullshit from the outside won’t help. Just shake it off.

Originally posted by karlieskupkake

7. Embrace any positive and negative feedback. If people tell you something isn’t working, look into it. You can always ask out aes blogs for advice.

8. If you love it, do it. Don’t let it consume you and don’t feel bad if it’s not going as fast as you thought it would. It took us a year to get some footing, and we are still figuring shit out. You can grow with this, and make sure you accept it and let it help you out.

9. Have fun.

-rocksalt

bubble-bun  asked:

Any tips on random conversation starters for your crush?

Ooh, conversation starters! I am good at this. I made a chart once, you know.

The best way to start a conversation is really to just start talking. Avoid things like “What’s up?” “How are you?” Those are the killers of real conversations. When I am talking to someone it’s usually about something interesting i just read, asking about things they do I’m not used to, or bonding over what songs we like on the radio right now. You want to avoid anything that they can give a one word or short answer to. You want them to elaborate and really talk. 

anonymous asked:

Dear noshitshakespeare, thank you for defending R+J! I feel strongly about that play, and it pisses me off that everyone is so skeptical about it! like! how often do we find a boy that instead of playing with his sword actually tries to distance himself from the whole macho thing? how often do we find a girl that's so intelligent and eloquent like Juliet? duh! THEY EVEN CREATE A SONNET TOGETHER LIKE!! what more proof do they need to know that their story is worth it! Real question now: (1/2)

(2/2) do you know of any other early modern love stories similar to R+J? They don’t have to be from Shakespeare, just as long as they depict equality between the lovers! :)


Thank you! I’m always willing to defend Romeo and Juliet. I don’t exactly blame people for misunderstanding it though. Sadly, it’s a combination of the fact that it’s often taught so badly and the desire to dismiss things that one doesn’t enjoy in the most simplistic way possible. People who don’t like something are not normally willing to put a lot of thought into why they might be wrong. School teachers, knowing this, often encourage a simplistic reading that emphasises all the flaws in the hope that it will get their class interested, but I do think that’s a short-sighted approach, since it essentially encourages the attitude that what one is reading isn’t important. It rather undermines the whole point of studying literature.

As to your main question… I teach a lot of early modern literature and I can tell you that Shakespeare is rather unusual for his time. There are quite a lot of sassy and strong women in the city comedies, but love stories aren’t the most common genre of the time, and a relationship of equality is very hard to find. 

In Shakespeare, you’ll find couples like Orsino and Viola (Twelfth Night) or Rosalind and Orlando (As You Like It), where the man learns what an equal relationship is like through the course of the play. Of course that’s quite different to Romeo and Juliet, but it’s interesting in its own way. Equally distinct from Romeo and Juliet are equal relationships of the wrangling kind, where the equality is in their ability to insult one another equally like Beatrice and Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing. In the not so innocent but still equal (in various ways) relationships, there are the Macbeths (of course), Regan and Cornwall in King Lear, and Antony and Cleopatra (that wonderful pair). Not all of these class as ‘love stories’, of course. In authors other than Shakespeare, I can only currently think of Webster’s The Duchess of Malfi, which depicts a pretty loving relationship. But the love story is not the main focus of that play.

My favourite poem by Shakespeare, ‘The Pheonix and the Turtle’, is very confusing but might be worth a read. It’s quite short, and it’s all about absolute equality in love.

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NOORA: It’s… It’s just like… Okay. Because I feel like we’ve… Just talked about everything. That… That we just… He just opened up completely. Do you understand? I don’t know what I was doing before, but I understand how he thinks now. Sana Bakkoush, this is the best thing you’ve done. Thank you. 

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It’s not just taking something that’s drawn and making it real. It’s that characters now have to be filled in, in an emotional way. So for example, the most obvious would be LeFou. He’s sort of a punching bag. And that is just not credible in live-action, to have Josh Gad getting punched every ten seconds. - Bill Condon  

There’s a lot of crazy physical comedy that I don’t necessarily think translates to this version of the film. So it was about figuring out, how do we change things up? How do we make him more human? That came with a question of conscience for me. This idea of false worship, what does that look like? If a guy who he’s admired for all these years without questioning is doing things that he has to bring into question. I think that, that creates conflict, and that creates for a more interesting, three-dimensionalized version of this character. - Josh Gad

ffxiv classes be like (4.0 edition)
  • paladin: wait, i have job mechanics now?
  • warrior: six fell cleaves isn't enough give me MORE
  • dark knight: wait, you mean i'm not playing paladin?
  • dragoon: wait wasn't the entire goal of the last expansion to prevent people from doing what i just did
  • monk: oh my god...i'm *viable*
  • ninja: what the FUCK am i doing
  • samurai: you mean i'm NOT supposed to read each skill name out in an anime voice whenever i use them?
  • black mage: enochian? you mean that old thing?
  • summoner: aetherflow, aethertrail, dreadwyrm aether, IS THERE ANY OTHER AETHER I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT
  • red mage: Hmph. These imbeciles aren't worth my time.
  • bard: WHY IS EVERYTHING DIFFERENT
  • machinist: wait people play machinist?
  • white mage: HOW YA LIKE ME NOW BITCHES
  • scholar: this is like 10 times more confusing than it already was
  • astrologian: we have two more cards but i still only get spire
SKAM S04E09 Clip 3 - Talk about everything

CHRIS: I don’t think you should be worried. I’m sure it’s fine.

VILDE: Yeah.

CHRIS: Yeah.

VILDE: I just have a bad feeling in my tummy.

CHRIS: What’s that supposed to mean?

VILDE: No, I think there’s something wrong.

CHRIS: Something wrong? How do you know?

SANA: Hey, should we contact the police?

VILDE: What if he has killed her?

SANA: He hasn’t killed her.

VILDE: We can’t know that for sure. He has shown violent tendencies in his past and his brother is a psychopath. We don’t know if William is or not - those things are genetic.

CHRIS: Oh my God.. They’re fucking! Stop nagging!

SANA: For four days?

CHRIS: Yeah!

SANA: Without making a sound?

CHRIS: Well I don’t know, I haven’t heard them.

MAGNUS: Hey. Fucking hell, William’s car is so cheesy.

CHRIS: Shocking! She’s alive.

SANA: Hi.

NOORA: Hi!

WILLIAM: Hey.

NOORA: William? I have to leave.

NOORA: It’s.. It’s just like.. Okay. Because I feel like we’ve.. Just talked about everything. That.. That we just.. He just opened up completely. Do you understand? I don’t know what I was doing before, but I understand how he thinks now. Sana Bakkoush, this is the best thing you’ve done. Thank you. But hey! Oh my God, how did it go with Yousef?

SANA: I don’t know.

NOORA: But you talked, right?

SANA: I.. Yes, or.. I tried talking to him, but.. He’s going to Turkey and he’s staying all summer and he’s not a Muslim and..

NOORA: But you have to talk to him! Just talk to him before he leaves. Just send him a text. Now!

SANA: I don’t have his number.

NOORA: Then write to him on Facebook.

SANA: We’re not friends on Facebook.

NOORA: But oh my God, Sana! Add him then! Now! Seriously, come on. Yes and then you write: “Do you want to hang out with me?” Sana! I swear I’ll log onto your account and write it myself and hit send. I’m not kidding, you know that.

SANA: Okay.

NOORA: Yeeeeah! Good!

SANA: Oh my God.

NOORA: That wasn’t so hard, was it? You know what, now life is smiling. Now we can do anything we want. And I suggest that we skip. You in?

SANA: Yeah, but I already think we are. Class started a long time ago.

NOORA: Is it true? Oh my God. Yeah, well, then that’s it. I thought it be a bit more difficult.

SANA: Yes.

NOORA: But it feels very natural.

SANA: Maybe because we’ve been good all year.

NOORA: Yes!

SANA: Summer vacation starts soon.

NOORA: Yes, now we’ll just go and hide, wait for the summer and wait for the summer.

SANA: What if he doesn’t answer?

NOORA: No! Everything is falling into place now, Sana.

SANA: Yes, it is.

it just really puts things into perspective. like, we all love and idolise harry with every fibre of our beings, someone who’s changed so many lives—and now he’s up there with his own idol, who he feels the exact same way about as we do him. the way he looks at her hits me hard, because that’s how i look at him; like nothing else exists in that moment. this must’ve been such an earth-shattering experience for him, and he deserves it more than anyone.

ifeelbetterer  asked:

Gotg prompt: how did Rocket learn to speak Groot?

“Repeat after me, Quill: I am Groot.”

“I am Groot,” Peter said dutifully. He felt like an idiot, but there were only a limited number of ways to while away quiet nights on the ship when neither of them could sleep. If it was him and Gamora, or him and Drax, they could spar, but he’d only tried sparring with Rocket once. It took weeks for the bite marks to heal.

Rocket’s oddly expressive – for a raccoon – face wrinkled in an expression of disgust. “Do you even hear yourself? That is nothing like what I just said.”

“Dude, that is exactly what you just said.”

“No, I said ‘I am Groot’ and you said ‘I am Groot’.”

“Which is … the same?”

Rocket stared at him for a long moment, then pointed at his snout. “Read my lips: I am Groot.”

“Was I supposed to repeat that, or …”

Rocket showed some teeth. Peter shut up. There was a moment of silence and Peter was just about to put his earbuds back in and quit with the language lessons when Rocket said suddenly, “Quill, if I say, 'I am Groot,’ just like that, what do you hear?”

“Is this a trick question? Especially the kind of trick question that’s gonna end in you pissing on my bed?”

“That was only once, and you had it coming –”

“Rocket –”

“No, for the love o’ cheese, it’s not a trick question. Just say 'I am Groot’.”

“I am Groot,” Peter said. “I feel like a complete jackass right now, in case that was your intent – hey, where are you going?”

“Jus’ need to get a thing!” Rocket’s voice trailed behind him.

Peter flopped back down in the chair in the mess and put his earbuds in. He was actually getting sleepy, and considering going back to bed, when Rocket jumped up onto the table in front of him with something clutched in his paws.

“What’s that?” Peter asked, sitting up. He palmed off the Zune and took off the earpieces. He had to hand it to Earth tech: the new music player was a lot more convenient to carry around than his late, lamented Walkman.

Rocket’s device was a thin, flat screen about the size of a hardback book; he had it clutched with a paw on each side while readouts rippled quickly across it.

“Okay, now say 'I am Groot’,” Rocket declared, studying the screen.

“Come on, man, do we really have to go through this again?”

“Humor me.”

Peter sighed and slouched in his chair. “I am Groot.”

Rocket’s ears pricked forward. “I am Groot,” he said, and tapped the display with his paw, causing the tiny, scrolling lines and numbers to freeze. “Did that sound the same to you?”

“Well … yeah?”

The flat pads of Rocket’s fingers danced across the display, and he laid the screen on the table between them. “Know what you’re lookin’ at?”

“Squiggly lines,” Peter said automatically.

“Did your mama drop you on the head a lot as a baby, Quill?”

“No, but Yondu did occasionally.” Peter rested his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. As much fun as it was to mess with Rocket, he did actually think he knew what the raccoon was getting at. “That wiggly line is some kind of … uh … noise – wiggle – curve, right?”

“That’s real precise.”

“I was abducted from Earth before we got to algebra in school. Cut me some slack here.”

“Excuses, excuses. I was raised in a cage and my mother had an IQ of 3.” Rocket touched the display, zooming in on it. “Point is, I don’t think it’s just that all a’ you two-legged bunch is too obtuse to understand perfectly clear speech –”

“Thanks.”

“– like I used to think. It’s more like, my ears hear at higher and lower frequencies than yours do, so I get different overtones. Put simply for the simple, I can hear things you can’t.”

Peter leaned forward, intrigued. “So, wait – you mean all this time, all his 'I am Groot’s sound different to you?”

He realized what he’d said as soon as the words left his mouth, and got the flat 'I am dealing with morons’ look from Rocket that he’d instantly realized he had coming. “How am I supposed to understand him if they don’t, Quill, I ask you?”

“Okay – point – but … so why does it sound like 'I am Groot’ to the rest of us?”

“It sounds like 'I am Groot’ to me too.” When Peter glowered at him, Rocket held up a paw. “No, I ain’t messin’ with ya. This time. No, that’s what the translation unit picks up, 'cause it ain’t so smart about some of the less humanoid languages. It’s just, I hear it like …” He hesitated and waggled his paw. “It’s like your music, right? All those up and down tones at the same time. Groot can do that. Your throat, my throat, can’t.”

“Singing?” Peter said after a minute. “Groot’s singing?”

“I refer you back to the part about bein’ dropped on your head.” Rocket pursed his lips and let out a sharp whistle, making Peter jump – there was still some part of him that couldn’t quite hear whistling and not expect a death arrow to follow an instant later. And he might not be the only one, because Rocket stopped abruptly, closed his mouth, and then said, “Quill, do this,” and hummed softly.

It wasn’t really a tune. “You just want me to hum?” Peter asked. “Like, generic humming?”

Rocket curled his lip and the hum became more of a snarl.

“Right, humming,” Peter said hastily.

The funny thing was, the instant his soft hum of response hit the right harmonics with the note Rocket was humming (and the raccoon did have a good sense of pitch; Peter had always suspected so) he understood exactly what Rocket was getting at.

“Ohhhhh. When Groot talks, it’s like a symphony. Is that what you mean? And the 'I am Groot’ part is the part in the human audible range.”

Rocket’s ears and tail went up cheerfully. “Yeah, ezzactly. He’s tryin’ to communicate, it’s just he didn’t get any farther than 'I am Groot’ when he was learning. It’s as hard for him to do the talkin’ part for the translators as it is for you and me to do his kind of talk. He can hear us just fine, though. Actually to him, understanding our talk is dead easy.”

“So how do we understand him?” Peter asked. “Can you, I dunno, juice up the translator so it picks up a higher range of frequencies, or something?”

“I dunno. That’s not a bad idea.” Rocket tapped his claw against his teeth before picking up the screen thing and hopping off the table. “Have to think on it. Don’t wanna explode your heads or anything.”

“Yeah, well, on that lovely note, I’m goin’ to bed.” He actually was tired enough now to fall asleep in spite of the inevitable nightmares (the bitter cold and darkness of space; Ego’s face dissolving in his hands; his friends crushed by rocks or blown apart). The music helped as it always had, a melodic bulwark against the dark, wrapped gently around his heart – but it could only do so much.

Rocket grunted absently as he trotted off, already engrossed in figuring out the problem.

The thought occurred to Peter as he wandered back to his quarters, thumbing idly through the songs on the Zune, that these sorts of mechanical puzzles served the same purpose for Rocket as his music did for him: something to make his mind go quiet.

The music did that … and so did letting Gamora beat the stuffing out of him in the ship’s small exercise area. Or getting language lessons from Rocket. Or –

“I am Groot?”

Peter jumped as small hands grabbed hold of his pants leg. Groot shimmied quickly up to perch on his shoulder.

“Hey, little buddy.” Peter opened the door to his quarters and left it open so Groot could come and go as he wanted. Or so he could hear if anybody got into a fight or whatever. He flopped wearily on his unmade bed, careful not to dislodge Groot. “You know, I’m not sure how much of this you can understand right now, but Rocket’s teaching me to speak your language.”

“I am Groot?”

“Well, to understand you more than speak it, I guess I should say.” He was lying on his back now and he couldn’t really see Groot except out of the corner of his eye, but he could feel the little tree shifting around in the hollow where the collar of his sweatshirt rested against his neck.

“I am Groot,” Groot said insistently, almost in his ear. Small hands patted at the side of his face and his earlobe.

“Yeah, yeah.” Peter pinched one earbud between two fingers and held it where Groot could get at it. The little hands took it out of his fingers. Peter settled himself comfortably as Groot squirmed somewhat ticklishly against his neck, and sorted through the songs. “How 'bout Elton John tonight, buddy?”

“I am Groot,” came the sleepy answer.

“You know, little guy,” Peter murmured, as the first strains of the music began to play and Groot snuggled comfortably against his neck, “whether or not Rocket can get his new gadget working, I think we understand each other just fine, don’t we?”

“I am Groot!”

lordmushroomkat  asked:

Writing request. Klance. Mutual pining. Supportive mechanical telepathic cat-parents.

man i feel like I could easily write 15 000 words about this haha. Trying to make this idea small is hard, but let’s give it a go. 

“So what do we do? We’re a paladin down now.” Pidge states. It’s a topic they’ve been dancing around. Shiro is gone, and yes of course they will find him again, but until then they can’t just… not form Voltron. 

“Keith takes black. Yeah ok, so that’s resolved.” Pidge continues.

“Are we honestly…” Lance starts to interrupt.

“But there’s STILL five lions.” Pidge shoots Lance a look. She knows he wants to argue the leader Keith point, but that’s another discussion. 

“We need another paladin.” She concludes. The group all stare at each other, not sure of what to suggest. The air is stale. 

“I….” Allura starts. Coran grabs her arm protectively. She turns to him with an understanding smile, pats his hand, and steps out of his grip.

“I will fill in.” Her commanding voice rings in the Lion’s hangar. Hunk nervously wrings his hands. Keith looks skeptical. 

“Princess, we need you to…”

“Who else do we have?!” Allura implores. “No one knows the lions like I do. I’m already a part of this team, so it’ll be easier for me to bond than some outsider!”  

The others all share a look. It had to be Allura. Of course it did. But it was a shame that it had to come to this. 

“Who will you pilot?” Hunk moves the discussion forward. Allura smiles and taps her chin thoughtfully. Her eyes move around to look at all the lions. She sighs at a fond memory. 

“My father was the red paladin, and if Keith is piloting black then…” Allura steps towards the red lion. She smiles and places her hand on its barrier. It vibrates under her touch, but does not break.

“It just seems logical.” There’s fondness in her blue eyes. She leans forward and places both palms on the barrier.

“Of course there is the issue of the red lion being the most temperamental so…” Allura laughs. The barrier doesn’t budge under her. Still keeping her out. Keith shakes his head. 

“She doesn’t like it when you call her that.” He sings.

Allura winces. She pats the barrier gently. 

“Ah, sorry girl. I didn’t mean it.” She coos. “I understand how important your paladin is. I know how much you need to trust them. I don’t want to push, but please… please I need you to…” Allura pauses. Her mouth goes taut. She stares at the giant beast in front of her trying to sense it. She leans against the barrier with a frustrated sigh. 

“How did you do this, Keith? I can tell this isn’t working at all.”

“I blasted myself out of an airlock if you must know.”

“Guys, guys,” Lance holds up his hands. “You’re going about this all wrong. For blue and I…. it was like love at first sight!” Lance saunters over to where Allura stands. 

“Your lion is your lady, and she has to know that you are going to love and respect her. You can’t grovel, you gotta woo her.” Lance stands next to Allura. 

“Mind if I show you?” He grins. Allura rolls her eyes.

“Oh yes please. Demonstrate for all of us.” 

Lance rises to the bait. He clears his throat. 

“Hello Red, you look radiant as always. Would it be ok if I spent the evening with you?” He raises his hand to knock on the barrier. 

He immediately falls through. With a vibration and a crackle, he stumbles into the red lions perimeter. He catches himself before he eats cement. He turns to beam at everyone. They look on with disbelief. Particularly Keith.

“See!” Lance exclaims happily. His voice sounds distant and crackly inside the barrier. “Just like that!” He turns to shoot finger guns at the red lion. “Thanks red, you’re beautiful. i love you. Ok Allura, if you just want to…”

Lance bumps against the barrier.

He stares at it in confusion. He tries to step forward and bumps against it once more.

‘What…?” He whispers. 

“Oh no…” Allura stares. Pidge’s eyes widen. Keith starts to look manic. 

Allura, Hunk and Pidge all touch the barrier. None of them can get in.

And Lance can’t get out.

Lance starts to push harder against the barrier. 

“Guys, I can’t…. how do I…?”

“Lance, Lance…” Allura shakes her head. She holds his gaze through the barrier. 

“She’s chosen you.”

Lance’s chest goes cold. He turns over his shoulder to look at the monstrous lion. The red glow around him is bright and hurts his eyes. Nothing like the soothing aura of Blue.

“What?! No! No! Nononono! Blue’s my lion! I’m not giving her up!” Lance beats on the barrier. it flickers underneath his fists. 

“Let me out! Keith! Come talk to your lion! Get me out of here! Tell her I can’t do this! I WON’T do this!”

“Lance, it’s ok. I’m coming I’ll…” Keith smacks into the barrier. So confident that it would peel away for him, that he hadn’t even tried to slow down. He rubs his knee that collided and hisses. He raises his hand to the barrier and pushes. It firmly pushes back. 

“Lance…” He breathily whispers. Lance places his palm opposite Keith’s, so they look like they are touching, but the barrier crackles firmly between them.

“I can’t get in.” His breath shakes with emotion. “She wants you. She’s chosen you.”

Lance blinks away tears. 

“B…but Blue. Blue’s mine. No one can….”

Soft footfalls echo across the hangar. Allura has taken off and runs towards where Blue stands. At a full sprint, she charges forwards and Blue’s barrier easily dissolves around her.

“Alright!” Alurra gives a victorious cheer. Blue lurches forward, opening its mouth ready for Allura to board. 

Lance’s heart breaks. He falls forward. Keith worries his lip and presses himself as close to Lance as he can. Hunk and Pidge wisely walk away. 

“Lance. Lance, I’m so sorry.” Keith whispers. His voice rattles in the comms of Lance’s helmet. 

“But out of everyone here…Red has chosen you. She needs you. Can’t you feel her?”

“But she’s yours, Keith. She’s yours and you’re hers.” Lance’s voice trembles. He looks up into Keith’s face. 

“I know. And she’ll always be mine so….” Keith swallows. “I’ll need you to take really good care of her. She’s trusting you, Lance. I’m trusting you.” Keith looks up with glassy eyes. Blue may have let Allura in, but here Red was actively locking her own paladin out. A surge of sympathy courses through Lance.

“Keith, I’ll…”

Metallic whirring causes lance to turn. Red has bowed down and opened her mouth wide, inviting Lance in.

“You have to go.” Keith states and turns to leave. Lance goes to grab him, but his hand smacks painfully against the barrier.

“Keith wait!” He calls. Keith pauses. His eyebrows knit together and he waits. Lance steps back from the barrier with a frustrated sigh. 

“If I…If I could hug you I would.” He announces. Keith’s eyes widen. 

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hey guys, something really, really shitty happened out of nowhere. my mom was brutally assaulted last night by a completely worthless excuse of a man that she used to call a friend. she just got back from the hospital and has a huge black eye, broken nose and messed up chin.(id prefer not to post pictures out of respect for her privacy but i guess if you really want proof you can message me privately) it’ll take weeks to heal up and it really sucks because she was trying to get a new job and now she doesn’t feel confident enough to even leave the house. 

I’m also trying to get a job but in the meantime i would greatly appreciate some commissions, or if you have just a few dollars id happily accept donations to jen.fosnight@gmail.com. i just want to be as helpful as i can while she recovers and i know money cant “fix” things but it really helps to at least be able to like…get food when we’re hungry and do laundry when we need to and stuff. you know how it is. thanks for reading

One of the biggest myths I see being promoted in the polyamory community is that people can control their feelings to the same extent that they can control their behavior. Couples who use “rules” will often include rules that aren’t just about behavior (i.e. “Ask me before you spend the night with someone else”) but also about feelings (i.e. “You can have sex with other people, but you can’t fall in love with them”; “We can’t love any other partners more than we love each other.”)

While you can, in theory, respond to unwanted feelings with behavior that neutralizes them (i.e. breaking up with a partner you’re developing feelings for), that will often be emotionally difficult and very painful, and also sets up a situation where people are very likely to break their promises in a very human and understandable way. 

But even leaving the issue of rules aside, poly people (myself included) often make decisions based on the fantasy that we can control our feelings.

How many of us have gotten involved with someone who has made it very clear that we will never be allowed to be as intimate with them as they are with their “primary,” that certain forms of intimacy–being publicly known as partners, spending holidays with each others’ families, sharing a home, raising children–are forever off the table, all because we assumed that we can just choose to never *want* those things?

It’s easy at the beginning. You have a first date with someone from OkC, or you hook up with a friend, and you’re thinking, Wow, this person is super cute, I’ll see them casually cuz they don’t want to/aren’t allowed to be serious with anyone else, it’ll be great. Maybe it will. Sometimes that’s how it’s been for me. Other times it’s led to massive heartbreak when I realized that I wanted her to be my girlfriend all official-like, or that I could see myself living with him someday, but that would never happen because that person had already decided before we’d ever even gone out or kissed or fucked that it wouldn’t.

That’s why, nowadays, if someone tells me that their preexisting relationship literally precludes certain forms of intimacy with others (except the ones I truly don’t care about, like children and marriage), I won’t even fuck with it. Even if right now, you’re just a random friend I think is cute. Because we don’t control our feelings and I have way too awesome a life to live without sitting around mired in heartbreak because we love each other but can’t hold that truth up in the light and really look at it.  

I like potential. I like being casual because that’s how the two of us have decided to do things, not because some third person I didn’t choose to be in relationship with has decided with you, for me.

The problem is, even rad consent-aware poly folks are rarely upfront with this. It’s usually only weeks or months into a dating situation that it comes up that, hey by the way, you’re always by default less important to me than this other person, sorry not sorry.

As far as I’m concerned, if I didn’t know from the beginning that that’s how your polyamory worked, then I didn’t enter into our relationship with informed consent.

skam messages

“I became insecure and desperate. Your opinion meant more to me than my own and that’s not how it should be. I have to find out what my opinion is. And I have to do it on my own.“

“But I can’t continue having regrets for the rest of my life… I wish I could do it all over again, completely different. But I can’t. I’m just going to have to accept it and move on.”

“Everybody is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.”

“You are strong and independent when you can change your opinions. No matter what gender changes you.”

“War doesn’t start with violence. It starts with misunderstandings and prejudice.”

“If you say you’re in favour of a world of peace, you have to try to understand why others think and act the way they do.”

“People experience horrible things everyday and still manage to be nice to others. Being an asshole is not something you’re born with, or something you become. It’s a choice.”

“Hate doesn’t come from religion, it comes from fear.”

“Whether you believe in Allah or Jesus or the theory of evolution or parallel universes, there’s only one thing we know for certain. That life is… now.”

“Do you know how many people I know who say they believe in Allah? But they still drink, steal and vandalize. What’s more important? Saying you believe in Allah or live like you believe in Allah?”

I love that skam can place important and meaningful messages within the show not just through actions and events but also in the dialogue without sounding cliché or slipping from the narrative voice. These are legitimate things that teenagers think about and say. Yes, they’re mature but it comes from reflection, observation, and learning about how the world works and who we are. It’s never dumbed down to the point that it sounds cheesy or discredits teenagers’ ability to genuinely think, and it’s not so elevated and structured that it sounds fake or forced. It’s raw and real and beautiful

that one scene is dear Evan Hansen where we all cry,,

Evan
Connor


I’m not doing this, I’m done

You can’t just stop now

There’s no way I can live with this anymore

What about my parents?

No more emails

How can you do this to them?

No more Connor project, no more orchard

After everything they’ve done for you…they need you.

need me for what, for me to keep lying to them?

That lie’s is the only thing that is keeping them together

That’s not- that’s not true.

Oh really? So they seemed like a pretty happy family when you met them?

I don’t wanna lie anymore!

What about Zoe?

Zoe said she just- she wants me.

Right.

Yes, yes- she likes me for who I am-

Except you didn’t happen to mention that everything you’ve told her, it’s all been one big fucking lie, did you? No you left that part out.

So then what.. Um.. What if I did her the truth.

She’ll hate you.

No, no, no- maybe she’d understand- Maybe everyone will understand.

Everyone will hate you

Not if I could just-not if I could just explain it

You’ll be right back to where you started

No. No, no, no, I’m done with this. stop

With no more friends, nobody, nothing. At all.

I’m ready to be done with it!

If you really believe that then why are you standing here talking to yourself? Again. You think you’re going to turn around, all of a sudden and start telling everyone the truth. You can’t even tell yourself the truth.

What are you talking about?

How’d you break your arm? How’d you break your arm, Evan?

I fell.

Really is that what happened?

Yes! I was just- I lost my grip and then I just.. I fell so..

Did you fall? Or did you let go? …you can get rid of me whenever you want. You can get rid of all of it; the Connor project, the orchard. But then all that you’re going to be left with…Is you. End of May or early June, this picture perfect afternoon we shared. Drive the winding country rode, grab a scoop at alamode and then, we’re there.

3

It’s.. It’s just like.. Okay. Because I feel like we’ve.. Just talked about everything. That.. That we just.. He just opened up completely. Do you understand? I don’t know what I was doing before, but I understand how he thinks now. Sana Bakkoush, this is the best thing you’ve done.   
                          Thank you.

anonymous asked:

au where the ml audience doesn't know adrien is chat noir until origins comes out

theres actually a post out there about this somewhere! or, actually somewhat similar. it was made just after volpina aired, where the audience didnt know adrien was chat until The Door Scene TM

it was a really interesting concept that if anyone has the post to should send my way because a lot of my thoughts come from that post actually

but like imagine

  • the fandom wars
  • the actual ship wars for once
  • everyone and their mother being headcanoned as chat noir
  • the people who are like “no way adrien is chat they look too much alike thats too easy” 
    • the people who point to marinette
    • the people who say its just a kids show
    • every random blond background character is now chat noir 
  • the adrien x chat shippers have a big storm coming 
    • i know thats already a thing but do you know how much bigger itd be like oh my god thatd be a mess and a half 
  • can you imagine how mad people would be?????