this is why twitter was invented

why you should listen to the adventure zone:

• good wholesome family playing, 3 sons and their dad, v loving + healthy dynamic, v cute
• LOTS of canon queer in the mains/majors including a trans woman and nonbinary individual 
• there’s a character named taako whose quest in life is to invent tacos
• magnus
• Star Trek: Voyager
• really REALLY fucking AMAZING world building
• magnus
• magnus
• someone told the DM over twitter that fantasies cant have elevators so he made an entire level that’s more elevators
• he’s a total sweetheart tho
• you know who else is a total sweetheart?
• magnus

• also magnus 

Showing Draco Malfoy the Joys of Technology…

- one day, you decide to show your boyfriend, Draco, about the wonderful joys of technology…
- “why would i ever need to know about these useless Muggle inventions?”
- “just shut up and listen.”

- “an…iPHONE?”
- “yes”
- “why is the ‘i’ there? i don’t like it”
- showing him Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, Tumblr, Youtube, and Vine (r.i.p.) first
- “what is the app?”
- “an app,” you’d correct him

- “this is Instagram. it lets you post pictures and videos about your life and whoever follows you can view them.”
- “why would i want people following me? that would be dreadful!”
- “oh my gosh.”
- Draco getting two accounts; one for his real life, and one spam account
- him posting really artsy pictures of you, Hogwarts, and Malfoy Manor
- on his spam account, he just posts pictures and videos of how much he hates Potter
- laughing (making fun) at him every time he posts something new

- “now, this is Snapchat. you can send fun videos and pictures to your friends and if you want, you can start a streak with someone”
- Draco posting a million things on his story and sending 48294738 pictures at the same time to his streaks
- occasionally hearing him mutter things like, “stupid Weasel, losing our fucking streak, all his fault…”
- him being super intense about his streaks
- him running up to random people to ask him to take care of his streaks while he’s away
- everyone looking at him like he’s crazy
- mostly because he is

- “okay, now this is twitter. it’s mostly used to send out updates on your life and things like that”
- “wait…Tweeter?”
- “sure, let’s go with that?”
- Draco sending out his “Daily Inspirational Quotes” such as:
- “Roses are red, Violets are blue, Slytherin’s the best house, fuck the rest of you.”
- “When life gives you lemons, take them and squeeze them into Longbottom’s face because he deserves it.”
- “oh my gosh, Draco, you can’t insult people like that! like what the fuck!”

- “this is Tumblr. you can send out pictures, videos, stories, gifs and more”
- “*pronounces it like ‘jiffs’* look, Y/N! i sent out a gif!”
- “get out”

- “okay, this is Youtube. you can film videos and post them for the whole world to see”
- more than once, walking into his dorm and seeing him film “Story Time” videos
- “And then Granger started laughing at me! All because of Potter! I will get them one day…”
- he makes his channel a pranking (harassing) channel
- his main targets are the Golden Trio
- *buckets of slime are poured on their heads* “HA THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR STEALING MY QUILL LAST WEEK YOU BASTARDS”
- “ummm, Draco, babe? don’t you think that’s a bit much?”
- “they deserved it”
- “no, they really didn’t”

- “finally, this is Vine. it’s an app where you can post videos that are six seconds long and-”
- “you’d be surprised”

- him practically squealing every time he gets a notification
- “okay, what do you think? did you think that- OH MY GOSH WHAT ARE YOU DOING”
- *draco smashing his phone on the ground* “IT WON’T STOP RINGING BUT WHY”
- “…i’ll get a new one later”
- *sigh*

should i make a part 2?

  • ❝ We got parking meters….but no one would pay so they took them out.  ❞
  • ❝ I smell snow. ❞
  • ❝ I feel like this is the time to be rootless and go where life takes me. ❞
  • ❝ I like my pajamas on the chair ready for bed, not suffocating in a drawer!  ❞
  • ❝ You know, some people say drinking coffee at night hinders your sleep. ❞
  • ❝ People are dumb.  ❞
  • ❝ Do you even know how Twitter works?  ❞
  • ❝ Why on earth aren’t you on Xanax? It was invented for you.  ❞
  • ❝ I don’t need a child, I have you.  ❞
  • ❝ I have fun. Look at all the chairs I get to put on tables. ❞
  • ❝ Everything tastes so much better when it’s stolen!  ❞
  • ❝ The girls all stand in the mirror and look at themselves, making it impossible for me to stand in the mirror and look at myself!  ❞
  • ❝ What’s the point of living if we’re never going to bag Jennifer Lawrence?  ❞
  • ❝ How do you accidentally join a vegetable cult?  ❞
  • ❝ My love life is a disaster. ❞
  • ❝ Life’s been pretty good to you. It was your turn for a few curveballs.  ❞
  • ❝ I don’t have a great sense of humor. I know that. I’m working on it. I bought a joke book!  ❞
  • ❝ If no one else gives  a damn about my floaty hut, then I don’t either!  ❞
  • ❝ You give a man a lifeguard t-shirt and it goes right to his head! ❞
  • ❝ If you cry, I’ll cry, and I can’t be seen crying at the Secret Bar! ❞
  • ❝ This walking thing is for chumps. ❞
  • ❝ I’d drop by more yard sales myself, but you have to step into people’s yards. ❞
  • ❝ You sent a vulnerable, wounded turtle into a nest of horny, grey-haired honey badgers!❞
  • ❝ Dial 911, I’m going insane! ❞
  • ❝ That’s it, we’re breaking up. Except we can’t break up because we’re nothing. ❞
  • ❝ This adult stuff is hard, isn’t it? ❞
  • ❝ Basically I’ve been alone for 12 hours and I’m already nuts! ❞
  • ❝ I thought I knew exactly  what I wanted, where I was going, what I was doing and why I was doing. But lately, things seem hazier.  ❞
  • ❝ Money is great! ❞
  • ❝ I got your call of the wild right here, pal! ❞
  • ❝ Now I know I have a heart because it’s breaking! ❞
  • ❝ So this is walking? I don’t care for it, actually. ❞
  • ❝ I didn’t punch a bear. It was a possum and he had it coming! ❞
  • ❝ The minute I open this thing up, it’s like Hurt Locker. No one survives.  ❞
  • ❝ I believe, in a former life, I was coffee.  ❞
  • ❝ I don’t care what anybody says. Needing space is never a good thing, ever! ❞
  • ❝ I think we should get married…it’s all set. ❞
  • ❝ I’m gonna need some donuts for this. ❞
  • ❝ It’s all just a big pile of bullshit! ❞
  • ❝ Knowing when to admit defeat is one of my better qualities. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not broken. Maybe just a little chipped.  ❞
  • ❝ Stop judging me, you crazy log lady! ❞
  • ❝ I want to throw up in the upstairs bathroom! ❞
  • ❝ Sometimes it’s just a journey, you know? ❞
  • ❝ It didn’t fit. It needs to fit. Believe me. ❞
  • ❝ I’m pregnant. ❞ 

We’re back with 27 Questions You’d Love to Ask @buzzfeedvideo. Namely, is y’all niggas hiring? 

In the latest episode, we tackle the antiblackness at Buzzfeed and Sprint. We also attempt to understand why inventing new technologies to alter race is less expensive than hiring a Japanese actress, while letting our Geek Flag fly. Also we tackle the Ambiguously Brown Character trope and why that always translates to a whitewashed role. And we try to figure out who the fuck Destiny Hope is cuz we don’t know her. *Mariah Voice*

Don’t forget to follow us on Twitter @DemGirlsPodcast.

And ask us some questions at

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anonymous asked:

I don't understand some of these anons you've been getting, nor the comments I've seen posted on shipper blogs from antis continually mocking and hating on strangers. Personally, I've never been on an anti blog, visited blue check trolls Twitter or gone to a "SO" SM site. I don't care about any of them so it's easy. Why then, do these trolls/antis feel the need to constantly monitor these blogs? From what I hear they don't support SC or OL, it's just a constant barrage of shipper hate? Bullies!

Bullies they are; women who internalize patriarchy and misogyny. 

As far as I am concern, there is no logical reason to spew filth and nonsense on anyone’s blog simply because they think that Sam and Cait are #bettertogether. Shipping is harmless. I repeat, shipping is harmless. Outlander fandom did not invent shipping; check out any other fandom and you will find the same ongoings. However, this particular fandom is ridden with those who do not care for free speech and harmless fun. The need to police and indict anyone identifying as shipper and/or SamCait loving bloggers. It seems to be a full time occupation for these folks. You don’t even have to be a self-identified shipper to attract their vitriol. 

Makes you wonder why folks who abhor shippers are always hanging around here and keeping track of the discussions. Ever peeked into their side of the fence? Those folks do not care about Sam and Cait. They care that Sam is with ABC (anyone but Cait) and most of them hope to get into Sam’s undies and/or be the washerwoman for his undies. Why two people who radiate light and love bother anyone is beyond me. All I can say is that we have fun here. Good fun. Most of us are good people. We might not agree with everything, which makes this space a goldmine but we at least respect each other’s opinions and try not to ruin the fun. Mind you, there are shippers who police other shippers as well such as telling us what not to blog about, etcetera. I try not to engage those folks and if their postings come across my dash, I scroll on. 

You’d think non-SamCait lovers will just stay in their lane and focus on their ship, whatever it is. But nope. Why? You’d think they would have fun shipping Tait, Shamzie, Scrotum, Scrunchy, or whoever they deem a good fit.  But nope. Why? All these folks do is lurk around this fandom and pounce/screencap/tattle to the High Twisted Priest. Such is life for these bullies.   

So, thanks for veering into a shipper-related space tonight. Hope you have fun here. I certainly plan to! xoxo

the omgcp characters as @dril tweets

bitty: what if all the locker room heteros want to kiss the gay player & it messes up their performance on the court? can we truly afford this #NBA

jack: sometimes i love to be able to want to be the man who is able to want to need to have his wants and needs able to be fulfilled sometimes

shitty: “This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender,” i holler as i overturn my uncle’s barbeque grill and turn the 4th of July into the 4th of Shit

lardo: if a terrorist tried to get me. i’d just say like, “gods fake dude” then punch the gun out of his hand while hes contemplating the hereafter

ransom: mmy masters in agricultural science was just deemed invalid after footage arose of me dying

holster: please tell me I wasnt the only one screaming at the tv last night, begging for one of the VP candidates to recognize budweiser’s sacrifices

dex: always looking for exicting new up and comers in the realm of breathtaking digital online content to block

nursey: the last indie twitter acocunt. ..yeah thats me

chowder: “Why should there be only one good friday. Let’s try our best to make all the Fridays good. Thank you” -a quote i invented which made me cry

parse: I.m taking a break from people who think it is good to make a fool of me for drama purposes. Basically dont look at my page until im not mad

Memories (Part 5)

Genre: Fluffy angst

Description: After an accident, Dan has memory loss. He forgets that Phil is his boyfriend, but remembers that Phil is his favourite Youtuber.



I barely slept all night.

I was so thirsty, but when I walked to the kitchen I ran into the glass door Phil had warned me about. I swore loudly and then almost dropped my cup getting the water.

I had a headache, but swallowing pills is the worst thing ever so I just buried my head in the pillow, willing for it to go away.

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  1. desculpa por falar varias coisa q ninguém quer saber mas foi pra isso mesmo q eu criei um twitter 

  2. twitter é a única rede social que a família não estragou

  3. im falling apart but i’m too tired 2 care

  4. vc atingiu 100% do seu limite diário de ridicularidade pfvr miga para

  5. ô vida, meça seus obstáculos parsa

  6. olhei no relógio aqui e ta na hora de vc ir se fuder

  7. tu não é a ranielly mas tbm é rudicula 

  8. ontem eu tava nem ai, hoje eu continuo que nem ontem 

  9. the older I get, the more I understand britney spears 2007 meltdown

  10. i need food not feelings. 

  11. best feeling wearing lacy underwear it makes me feel powerful 

  12. maybe one day i will not look gross but today is not that day 

  13. queen of getting tired without even doing anything 

  14. noone is better at wasting a whole day than me 

  15. all I wanna do is sleep and just lay in bed all day and forget the world exists 

  16. i don’t send nudes. i send prayers to heaven. 

  17. i need more dogs 

  18. hello 911. I’m bored you wanna chill or some shit 

  19. and on the fifth day satan created boys that talk to 63917481572 girls at the same time

  20. i lose everything else why can’t i lose weigh

  21. *rolls eyes everytime i hear you speak*

  22. im so fucking tired of not being a multimillionaire 

  23. it’s okay if you don’t like me, not everyone has good taste 

  24. im not super into giving a shit these days

  25. I put the “hot” in “psychotic”

  26. life tip: if you keep on saying your life sucks, it’s just gonna keep sucking

  27. spoiler da vida:  vc morre no final

  28. moment of silence for all my wasted potential

  29. i want to be rebellious but i dont want to get in trouble so i created a twitter 

  30. i’ll stop dressing in black when they invent a darker colour

  31. im so miserable but i laugh at everything

  32. wearing all black today to mourn the death of my motivation

  33. It costs $0.00 to be a decent person

  34. future world traveller, currently being a professional sleeper

  35. sometimes I think I’m better than everyone else but then I remember I am

  36. ✿ n respira perto de mim amor ✿

  37. 100% exausta

  38. No one could ever hate me half as much as I don’t care

  39. i need a paid break from life

  40. i literally have no idea what im gonna do if i dont end up rich

  41. the problem with rich people is that i am not one

  42. how many followers do you need before someone orders you a pizza for free

“Create Your Own Reality”

“I want the people of the Philippines to be happy, even if they have nothing.”
– Manny Pacquiao

“Start by doing what’s necessary; then do what’s possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible.”
– Francis of Assisi

“I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.”
– Jimmy Dean

“Nothing is impossible, the word itself says ‘I’m possible’!”
– Audrey Hepburn

“Each person holds so much power within themselves that needs to be let out. Sometimes they just need a little nudge, a little direction, a little support, a little coaching, and the greatest things can happen.”
– Pete Carroll

“The most important thing is to try and inspire people, so that they can be great in whatever they want to do.”
– Kobe Bryant

“I believe if you keep your faith, you keep your trust, you keep the right attitude, if you’re grateful, you’ll see God open up new doors.”
– Joel Osteen

“You think anyway, so why not think big?”
– Donald Trump

“The first step is you have to say that you can.”
– Will Smith

“The separation is in the preparation.”
– Russell Wilson

“The world is an empty canvas waiting on new thoughts to think.”
– Tyrese Gibson

The greatest act of cruelty-pretending to be our friend

I’m in my 40s so I’m “Older than the average Tumblr lesbian” and was addicted to The 100. I know that I too often get overly invested in fictional lesbians, and because my life is not quite what I had hoped it would be, I pretty much attempt to live vicariously through fictional lesbians trying to find love and a happy ending. I hadn’t even realized how deeply invested in Lexa I was until she was gone.

 I feel so much empathy for the queer teens watching the show because I remember my own suicide attempts at 15 and 16, when there was no LGBT representation on TV and I was just despairing over the homophobia from my parents and friends. To have a TV show dangle representation in front of me, make all sorts of promises and guarantees that I would represented and respected, and then have it destroyed in such a cruel fashion, would have ruined me.

I wasn’t expecting to be so distraught over Lexa’s death but I’ve been devastated by it. I have been weeping every day for two weeks and just feel so incredibly hopeless. I don’t know when I will escape this sorrow because it feels like we have been set back by 15 years, and returned to Xena’s death and the murder of Tara. I feel like it reinforces the feeling that made me suicidal as a teen: that straight people absolutely hate us. That they want us dead and never will allow us to have a happy ending if they have anything to do with it.

Ever since 3X07 aired I’ve been overwhelmed by a barrage of memories of the homophobia I’ve faced in life. I think because Titus was coded as a father figure that I’ve been feeling something like homophobia PTSD & having flashbacks to the time when I first came out to my parents. They’re conservative Christians so they didn’t handle it at all well. My dad sent me to a shrink and once chased my girlfriend out of the house shouting threats at her when they found her in my room after returning home early from a vacation, and then they kicked me out of the house. It’s been over 25 years and isn’t something I usually think about, but since “Thirteen” the memories came flooding back, even though my father and I get along now. I’ve watched a lot of gay film & TV, things where gay characters are explicitly gay bashed or rejected by their family, and I’ve never had this sense of trauma from it. I don’t know if it’s because in The 100 they were treating homophobia metaphorically, and I got my MA in English Lit so that appeals to me much more strongly than an explicit message, or if it’s because I know that if I’m watching a gay coming out story that there’s likely to be homophobia in it, and I have my guard up against it. Maybe that’s the greatest act of cruelty that you committed, was that you got us to drop our guard. I trusted that you would keep your promises and I let Clarke and Lexa into my heart, with no walls up. I wasn’t expecting to be betrayed and was open and so vulnerable when Lexa died. And now that seems to be the most homophobic experience I’ve ever had, because everyone else was pretty clear and up front about their homophobia. You pretended to be my ally and friend.

I have also been reliving all the homophobia I had thought I had forgotten from my late teens and early 20s: threats of violence from strangers when I kissed my girlfriend in public. I spent years of activism with Queer Nation and the Lesbian Avengers (very much inspired by the Riot Grrl movement) in the 90s and then with Mass Equality fighting for Gay Marriage rights in the 2000s, and all the vitriol and hate that I’ve heard shouted at me seems to be subtly expressed in the Dead Lesbian Trope.

Lexa was killed so cruelly and carelessly, stripped of agency as an insult to her power as Heda, and punished for her love for Clarke. No matter what the writers say about their intent, it is impossible as a lesbian fan, who spent 6 years studying the subtext in Xena, to not be able to read the subtextual message they are sending queer audiences in Lexa’s death.

I just wish you and The CW knew how deeply you have hurt people, how much you’ve taken from us.  Jason, I followed you on twitter since season 2 and read all the articles related to the show, especially regarding Lexa or the Clexa relationship. You directly addressed the LGBTQ community and knew our fears over Lexa’s death. You lied to us. You didn’t have to reassure us that we could trust you, that you knew about the Bury Your Gays Trope, and that we didn’t have to worry. Most of us still would have watched anyway, because Clarke and Lexa are beautiful characters. But we would have watched it the usual way that queer women watch TV, with our walls up protecting us from the inevitable queer death.

I am also inspired by what the young queer fans have done in inventing Elyza Lex, and in all the Twitter campaigns and the amazing fundraising for the Trevor Project. (I don’t know why you and the CW haven’t donated to the fund or brought it up in your interview or open letter.)

I’ve tried to do my share to be involved in this Queervolution, and believe it may be the start of something new in LGBT representation. But it still hasn’t brought me peace. I can’t believe all of this sorrow is really from the death of a fictional character. I don’t know when I will stop grieving or how I will find hope again. I’ve been so deeply depressed and thinking about suicide again. Because if nothing has changed in 15 years, if Tara’s death can just be repeated on TV over and over, what’s the point? Will we ever be accepted? Will we ever be happy? When the message from the media is mirrored by anti-gay laws being passed across the country, then I don’t know when we’ll ever be equal.
Why Writers Are the Worst Procrastinators

Like most writers, I am an inveterate procrastinator. In the course of writing this one article, I have checked my e-mail approximately 3,000 times, made and discarded multiple grocery lists, conducted a lengthy Twitter battle over whether the gold standard is actually the worst economic policy ever proposed, written Facebook messages to schoolmates I haven’t seen in at least a decade, invented a delicious new recipe for chocolate berry protein smoothies, and googled my own name several times to make sure that I have at least once written something that someone would actually want to read.

Lots of people procrastinate, of course, but for writers it is a peculiarly common occupational hazard. One book editor I talked to fondly reminisced about the first book she was assigned to work on, back in the late 1990s. It had gone under contract in 1972.

I once asked a talented and fairly famous colleague how he managed to regularly produce such highly regarded 8,000 word features. “Well,” he said, “first, I put it off for two or three weeks. Then I sit down to write. That’s when I get up and go clean the garage. After that, I go upstairs, and then I come back downstairs and complain to my wife for a couple of hours. Finally, but only after a couple more days have passed and I’m really freaking out about missing my deadline, I ultimately sit down and write.”

Over the years, I developed a theory about why writers are such procrastinators: We were too good in English class. This sounds crazy, but hear me out.

Most writers were the kids who easily, almost automatically, got A’s in English class. (There are exceptions, but they often also seem to be exceptions to the general writerly habit of putting off writing as long as possible.) At an early age, when grammar school teachers were struggling to inculcate the lesson that effort was the main key to success in school, these future scribblers gave the obvious lie to this assertion. Where others read haltingly, they were plowing two grades ahead in the reading workbooks. These are the kids who turned in a completed YA novel for their fifth-grade project. It isn’t that they never failed, but at a very early age, they didn’t have to fail much; their natural talents kept them at the head of the class.

This teaches a very bad, very false lesson: that success in work mostly depends on natural talent. Unfortunately, when you are a professional writer, you are competing with all the other kids who were at the top of their English classes. Your stuff may not—indeed, probably won’t—be the best anymore.

If you’ve spent most of your life cruising ahead on natural ability, doing what came easily and quickly, every word you write becomes a test of just how much ability you have, every article a referendum on how good a writer you are. As long as you have not written that article, that speech, that novel, it could still be good. Before you take to the keys, you are Proust and Oscar Wilde and George Orwell all rolled up into one delicious package. By the time you’re finished, you’re more like one of those 1940’s pulp hacks who strung hundred-page paragraphs together with semicolons because it was too much effort to figure out where the sentence should end.

The Fear of Turning In Nothing

Most writers manage to get by because, as the deadline creeps closer, their fears of turning in nothing eventually surpasses their fears of turning in something terrible. But I’ve watched a surprising number of young journalists wreck, or nearly wreck, their careers by simply failing to hand in articles. These are all college graduates who can write in complete sentences, so it is not that they are lazy incompetents. Rather, they seem to be paralyzed by the prospect of writing something that isn’t very good.

“Exactly!” said Stanford psychologist Carol Dweck, when I floated this theory by her. One of the best-known experts in the psychology of motivation, Dweck has spent her career studying failure, and how people react to it. As you might expect, failure isn’t all that popular an activity. And yet, as she discovered through her research, not everyone reacts to it by breaking out in hives. While many of the people she studied hated tasks that they didn’t do well, some people thrived under the challenge. They positively relished things they weren’t very good at—for precisely the reason that they should have: when they were failing, they were learning.

Dweck puzzled over what it was that made these people so different from their peers. It hit her one day as she was sitting in her office (then at Columbia), chewing over the results of the latest experiment with one of her graduate students: the people who dislike challenges think that talent is a fixed thing that you’re either born with or not. The people who relish them think that it’s something you can nourish by doing stuff you’re not good at.

“There was this eureka moment,” says Dweck. She now identifies the former group as people with a “fixed mind-set,” while the latter group has a “growth mind-set.” Whether you are more fixed or more of a grower helps determine how you react to anything that tests your intellectual abilities. For growth people, challenges are an opportunity to deepen their talents, but for “fixed” people, they are just a dipstick that measures how high your ability level is. Finding out that you’re not as good as you thought is not an opportunity to improve; it’s a signal that you should maybe look into a less demanding career, like mopping floors.

This fear of being unmasked as the incompetent you “really” are is so common that it actually has a clinical name: impostor syndrome. A shocking number of successful people (particularly women), believe that they haven’t really earned their spots, and are at risk of being unmasked as frauds at any moment. Many people deliberately seek out easy tests where they can shine, rather than tackling harder material that isn’t as comfortable.

If they’re forced into a challenge they don’t feel prepared for, they may even engage in what psychologists call “self-handicapping”: deliberately doing things that will hamper their performance in order to give themselves an excuse for not doing well. Self-handicapping can be fairly spectacular: in one study, men deliberately chose performance-inhibiting drugs when facing a task they didn’t expect to do well on. “Instead of studying,” writes the psychologist Edward Hirt, “a student goes to a movie the night before an exam. If he performs poorly, he can attribute his failure to a lack of studying rather than to a lack of ability or intelligence. On the other hand, if he does well on the exam, he may conclude that he has exceptional ability, because he was able to perform well without studying.”

Writers who don’t produce copy—or leave it so long that they couldn’t possibly produce something good—are giving themselves the perfect excuse for not succeeding.

“Work finally begins,” says Alain de Botton, “when the fear of doing nothing exceeds the fear of doing it badly.” For people with an extremely fixed mind-set, that tipping point quite often never happens. They fear nothing so much as finding out that they never had what it takes.

 “The kids who race ahead in the readers without much supervision get praised for being smart,” says Dweck. “What are they learning? They’re learning that being smart is not about overcoming tough challenges. It’s about finding work easy. When they get to college or graduate school and it starts being hard, they don’t necessarily know how to deal with that.“

Embracing Hard Work

Our educational system is almost designed to foster a fixed mind-set. Think about how a typical English class works: You read a “great work” by a famous author, discussing what the messages are, and how the author uses language, structure, and imagery to convey them. You memorize particularly pithy quotes to be regurgitated on the exam, and perhaps later on second dates. Students are rarely encouraged to peek at early drafts of those works. All they see is the final product, lovingly polished by both writer and editor to a very high shine. When the teacher asks “What is the author saying here?” no one ever suggests that the answer might be “He didn’t quite know” or “That sentence was part of a key scene in an earlier draft, and he forgot to take it out in revision.”

Or consider a science survey class. It consists almost entirely of the theories that turned out to be right—not the folks who believed in the mythical “N-rays,” declared that human beings had forty-eight chromosomes, or saw imaginary canals on Mars. When we do read about falsified scientific theories of the past—Lamarckian evolution, phrenology, reproduction by “spontaneous generation”—the people who believed in them frequently come across as ludicrous yokels, even though many of them were distinguished scientists who made real contributions to their fields.

“You never see the mistakes, or the struggle,” says Dweck. No wonder students get the idea that being a good writer is defined by not writing bad stuff.

Unfortunately, in your own work, you are confronted with every clunky paragraph, every labored metaphor and unending story that refuses to come to a point. “The reason we struggle with"insecurity,” says Pastor Steven Furtick, “is because we compare our behind-the-scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel.”

About six years ago, commentators started noticing a strange pattern of behavior among the young millennials who were pouring out of college. Eventually, the writer Ron Alsop would dub them the Trophy Kids. Despite the sound of it, this has nothing to do with “trophy wives.” Rather, it has to do with the way these kids were raised. This new generation was brought up to believe that there should be no winners and no losers, no scrubs or MVPs. Everyone, no matter how ineptly they perform, gets a trophy.

As these kids have moved into the workforce, managers complain that new graduates expect the workplace to replicate the cosy, well-structured environment of school. They demand concrete, well-described tasks and constant feedback, as if they were still trying to figure out what was going to be on the exam. “It’s very hard to give them negative feedback without crushing their egos,” one employer told Bruce Tulgan, the author of Not Everyone Gets a Trophy. “They walk in thinking they know more than they know.”

When I started asking around about this phenomenon, I was a bit skeptical. After all, us old geezers have been grousing about those young whippersnappers for centuries. But whenever I brought the subject up, I got a torrent of complaints, including from people who  have been managing new hires for decades. They were able to compare them with previous classes, not just with some mental image of how great we all were at their age. And they insisted that something really has changed—something that’s not limited to the super-coddled children of the elite.

“I’ll hire someone who’s twenty-seven, and he’s fine,” says Todd, who manages a car rental operation in the Midwest. “But if I hire someone who’s twenty-three or twenty-four, they need everything spelled out for them, they want me to hover over their shoulder. It’s like somewhere in those three or four years, someone flipped a switch.” They are probably harder working and more conscientious than my generation.  But many seem intensely uncomfortable with the comparatively unstructured world of work.  No wonder so many elite students go into finance and consulting—jobs that surround them with other elite grads, with well-structured reviews and advancement.

Today’s new graduates may be better credentialed than previous generations, and are often very hardworking, but only when given very explicit direction. And they seem to demand constant praise. Is it any wonder, with so many adults hovering so closely over every aspect of their lives? Frantic parents of a certain socioeconomic level now give their kids the kind of intensive early grooming that used to be reserved for princelings or little Dalai Lamas.

All this “help” can be actively harmful. These days, I’m told, private schools in New York are (quietly, tactfully) trying to combat a minor epidemic of expensive tutors who do the kids’ work for them, something that would have been nearly unthinkable when I went through the system 20 years ago.  Our parents were in league with the teachers, not us. But these days, fewer seem willing to risk letting young Silas or Gertrude fail out of the Ivy League.

Thanks to decades of expansion, there are still enough spaces for basically every student who wants to go to college. But there’s a catch: Most of those new spaces were created at less selective schools. Two-thirds of Americans now attend a college that, for all intents and purposes, admits anyone who applies. Spots at the elite schools—the top 10 percent—have barely kept up with population growth. Meanwhile demand for those slots has grown much faster, because as the economy has gotten more competitive, parents are looking for a guarantee that their children will be successful. A degree from an elite school is the closest thing they can think of.

So we get Whiffle Parenting: constant supervision to ensure that a kid can’t knock themselves off the ladder that is thought to lead, almost automatically, through a selective college and into the good life.  It’s an entirely rational reaction to an educational system in which the stakes are always rising, and any small misstep can knock you out of the race. But is this really good parenting? A golden credential is no guarantee of success, and in the process of trying to secure one for their kids, parents are depriving them of what they really need: the ability to learn from their mistakes, to be knocked down and to pick themselves up—the ability, in other words, to fail gracefully. That is probably the most important lesson our kids will learn at school, and instead many are being taught the opposite.

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Why Writers Are the Worst Procrastinators

Like most writers, I am an inveterate procrastinator. In the course of writing this one article, I have checked my e-mail approximately 3,000 times, made and discarded multiple grocery lists, conducted a lengthy Twitter battle over whether the gold standard is actually the worst economic policy ever proposed, written Facebook messages to schoolmates I haven’t seen in at least a decade, invented a delicious new recipe for chocolate berry protein smoothies, and googled my own name several times to make sure that I have at least once written something that someone would actually want to read.

Lots of people procrastinate, of course, but for writers it is a peculiarly common occupational hazard. One book editor I talked to fondly reminisced about the first book she was assigned to work on, back in the late 1990s. It had gone under contract in 1972.

I once asked a talented and fairly famous colleague how he managed to regularly produce such highly regarded 8,000 word features. “Well,” he said, “first, I put it off for two or three weeks. Then I sit down to write. That’s when I get up and go clean the garage. After that, I go upstairs, and then I come back downstairs and complain to my wife for a couple of hours. Finally, but only after a couple more days have passed and I’m really freaking out about missing my deadline, I ultimately sit down and write.”

Over the years, I developed a theory about why writers are such procrastinators: We were too good in English class. This sounds crazy, but hear me out.

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No none of us think that’s why you hate her. We think you invent that reason because some of us have been in this fandom since the beginning and saw this BS from you guys before she had any SM at ALL. Believe me, no one actually believes you care about this. Nothing you bitch about is real. No one is more fake than you guys. I mean I saw just as much hate before she even had twitter. What was your excuse THEN?!!! Or before the blog or instagram which isn’t even a year old??? The hate existed even before that so go home. You’re full of shit. Why did you hate on her THEN?!!! If it’s really just about the SM?! 

when asked about what time period they would travel to at soundcheck
  • Ashton: 70's
  • Calum: 80's
  • Michael: but if you go to the 70's you can still go to the 80's so why not go like super far back
  • Luke: but what about Twitter!?
  • Calum:
  • Ashton:
  • Luke:
  • Luke: that sounds exactly like the plot of hot tub time machine

anonymous asked:

1. To this day I don't understand the writers about Bonkai. Why did they throw so many hints and then backtrack at the last minute? I think one of the reasons Bonkai fans can't let it go is that for most of S6, it really did seem like the show was going in that direction. On Twitter Julie acts like we're crazy ass people obsessed with a crackship but we didn't invent the scenes where Kai compliments Bonnie, flirts with her, stares at her, says he can't stop thinking about her, almost dies trying

“To this day I don’t understand the writers about Bonkai. Why did they throw so many hints and then backtrack at the last minute? I think one of the reasons Bonkai fans can’t let it go is that for most of S6, it really did seem like the show was going in that direction. On Twitter Julie acts like we’re crazy ass people obsessed with a crackship but we didn’t invent the scenes where Kai compliments Bonnie, flirts with her, stares at her, says he can’t stop thinking about her, almost dies trying brings a freaking flower for her (have you seen that tumblr post? adorable)… If that ship is soooo immoral and impossible, if they didn’t want anyone to even think about it, maybe they shouldn’t have written Kai as if Bonnie is the only girl he can see and the only person that matters. The only reasons I can think of are: 1- they realized that ship would be too good and Delena wouldn’t be the center of attention anymore 2- Julie wanted Chris for her new show 3- they hate Bonnie/Kat so so much that it gives them extreme pleasure to fuck with her fans 4- they just have no idea what they’re doing. Which one do you think it is??”

I think it’s all three tbh. I know the Bonkamily has said that JP didn’t write a lot or any of the BK scenes in the beginning of the season but then completely redirected where they were going when she did at the end but I definitely think there was a sense of threat to DE because if you notice, when DE are together there are no real onscreen couples at the same time. Stefan and Caroline were going through their will-they-won’t they phase in season 6, Stefan and Katherine have one night together and a bond but they’re not a relationship, Bonnie and Jeremy and Liv and Tyler are both hardly onscreen, it’s all about Delena. Always. And I think BK was taking away from that. And my insistence that the show has some serious anti-black hatred toward Bonnie has been long documented and I don’t think it’s a coincidence that every person Kat has chemistry with ends up brutally attacking Bonnie or flat out disappears or dies so I definitely don’t think it’s a coincidence that the one person who flirts with Bonnie and seduces Bonnie and doesn’t for a second underestimates Bonnie and is visually turned on by Bonnie is just suddenly off the show in such an abrupt and unbelievable manner – I mean if it was that easy to decapitate Kai then wouldn’t Damon have done it a long time ago? Please. And I never think they know what they’re doing in the TVD writing room. So. 

About to mail off 15 of these signed bad boys! Most of them are going to people who helped with the book, appeared in the book, or blurbed it (e.g. one’s going to world famous mineral water drinker and sunglasses wearer lbardugo), but you know what would be cool? If I sent one of them to someone on Tumblr.

So you know what that means…


If you’d like a signed copy of The Art of Language Invention (plus some Tumblr stickers, because why not), all you have to do is reblog this post. Favorites don’t count (favorites are pointless—on Twitter, too), and forget other social media channels: This is just for Tumblr users! One reblog per user, and you’ve got until 11:59 p.m. PST, Friday, October 2nd. Right now, I’m giving away only one copy, because I’m not 100% sure how many of these I’m going to need to give to other people… Last time I actually ran out of copies of Living Language Dothraki, and I didn’t have one for myself (lol).

Oh, but hey, that reminds me. I eventually got more copies of Living Language Dothraki, when I begged my publisher for more because I literally gave away my last copy and didn’t have one for myself. They sent me a few, which means I now have a surplus. So in addition to a signed copy of The Art of Language Invention, I will also be giving away a signed copy of Living Language Dothraki—both to the same winner! It’s that kind of contest.

By the way, since I didn’t mention it in previous posts, if you are selected as the winner, you have until Monday, October 5th to reply to the ask I’m going to send you on Tumblr or I will select another winner. Cool?

If you don’t manage to win (and, provided at least three people reblog this post, most of you will not), you can still purchase Living Language Dothraki wherever books are sold, and you’ll be able to purchase The Art of Language Invention on September 29th (you can preorder it now here)!

Thanks for reading, and shieraki gori ha yerea!

FINAL UPDATE: A winner has been chosen and has responded. Congratulations to @webgeekist, and thank you to everyone who reblogged this post!