to lose and to pretend

When you get older, you notice your sheets are dirty. Sometimes, you do something about it. And sometimes, you read the front page of the newspaper and sometimes you floss and sometimes you stop biting your nails and sometimes you meet a friend for lunch. You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn’t satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, 5 years ago. You remember your umbrella, you check up on people to see if they got home, you leave places early to go home and make toast. You stand by the toaster in your underwear and a big t-shirt, wondering if you should just turn in or watch one more hour of television. You laugh at different things. You stop laughing at other things. You think about old loves almost like they are in a museum. The socks, you notice, aren’t organized into pairs and you mentally make a note of it. You cover your mouth when you sneeze, reaching for the box of tissues you bought, contains aloe.

When you get older, you try toner, you experiment with trousers, you experiment with real sexy outfits, you experiment with pin curls and darker hair and orange-toned red lipstick and you date people that look good on paper. You kiss them in public and feel only a little self-conscious. You never like them, although sometimes you really do. you think about safe sex and sometimes, kids. You think about plants, maybe succulents, or maybe even a cat?

When you get older, you try different shampoos. You find one you like. You try sleeping early and spin class and jogging again. You try a book you almost read but couldn’t finish. You wrap yourself in the blankets of: familiar t-shirts, caffe au lait, dim tv light, texts with old friends or new people you really want to like and love you. You lose contact with friends from college, and only sometimes you think about it. When you do, it feels bad and almost bitter. You lose people, and when other people bring them up, you almost pretend like you know what they are doing. You try to stop touching your face and become invested in things like expensive salads and trying parsnips and saving up for a vacation you really want. You keep a spare pen in a drawer. You look at old pictures of yourself and they feel foreign and misleading. You forget things like: purchasing stamps, buying more butter, putting lotion on your elbows, calling your mother back. You learn things like balance: checkbooks, social life, work life, time to work out and time to enjoy yourself.

When you get older, you find things like rejection hurt less and things like nostalgia hurt more. You watch people do things you want to do, and then you do some of those things too. Things start to feel like pins on a map. You watch landmarks pass and almost note them. You eat a taco from a food truck and be careful to dab the corners of your mouth with a napkin. You smooth your shirt down. You think about details, the details of how clean the beer cup is, how you need to put the dishes away, how she smells like a perfume you wore and how his teeth are perfect and aligned. You feel a little less downtrodden by things like routine and security and a little more appreciative of things like doing nothing, finding a friend, stretching on a big couch. You hear old songs and only sometimes do they gut you. You think about your future almost always, in both a thrilling way and a very very panicked way.

When you get older, you find yourself more in control. You find your convictions appealing, you find you like your body more, you learn to take things in stride. You begin to crave respect and comfort and adventure, all at the same time. You lay in your bed, fearing death, just like you did.You pull lint off your shirt. You smile less and feel content more. You think about changing and then often, you do.

When you get older, you barely notice it at all. Then, you are sitting somewhere you’ve been before, staring at the nothingness of the sky, and you feel the wind moving away from you, fast and almost impossible to catch.

—  When You Get Older, thefrenemy

I work at Walmart. This week we had to let three associates go because over the course of our last two quarters our losses due to theft more than doubled, and we need to cut costs in the departments these associates worked in. All three of these associates have children; two of them are single parents. If you make a habit of shoplifting from stores because “the company makes billions every year so they can handle a few hundred dollars in losses,” think about that, and think about the lives you’re ruining. We lose our jobs when you do what you do. Don’t pretend it doesn’t affect us.

just FYI, if someone says they want to “have a debate” or, even worse, “have a civil debate” on the internet about a social issue that doesn’t personally affect them, they’re usually of a particular kind of asshole

and there is one thing to remember about this kind of asshole:

they would pretty much uniformly lose SPECTACULARLY in any forum requiring actual debate rules, because an actual, formal debate doesn’t let you move the goalposts

you’re not bad at debating if you can’t out-talk someone who’s only there to fuck with you and never accept anything you say or cite, and who wants to keep you there by pretending you’re losing an actual, real debate with them so you’ll feel stupid if you refuse

but you aren’t, because intelligence is a social construct and there is no actual debate taking place, so, like

don’t get trapped trying to prove things to assholes. stick around and do it for fun, or do it because it’s educational for others, or do it because you’re passionate, but don’t do it to win the argument because thaaaaaaat’s not gonna happen

there is no argument, only zuul

French Movies

Hey guys! Movies helped me a lot to improve my French. I love French movies and French cinema and now I wanna share a few of my favorite movies and must-sees with you! I hope they’ll help you!

  • La peau douce (a bit older, about a man who has an affair with a young girl, black&white, a bit dramatic)
  • La vie d’Adèle (LESBIANS!)
  • Sur mes lèvres (a very nice thriller about a deaf girl and a criminal)
  • Dans la maison (a high school student writes stories about the mother of his buddy and it escalates)
  • 8 femmes (lesbians, bisexuals, drama, a dead man, nice clothes, takes place in the 50ies)
  • Swimming Pool (you see boobs sometimes, a British writer spends a few days in the South of France and writes about mysterious things that happen there)
  • Sagan (a biopic about Françoise Sagan, dramatic and a bit gay)
  • Le placard (a guy pretends to be gay so he doesn’t lose his job)
  • Poltergay (gay disco ghosts from the 70ies mess up a man’s life and relationship)
  • Une nouvelle amie (great movie about a trans woman)
  • Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain (y’all know this one)
  • Belles familles (family drama about a house and feelings, a man falls for his very young step sister)
  • La femme d’à côté (a man discovers that his new neighbour is his ex girlfriend, a lot of amour fou, sad film, dramatic)
  • Le dernier Métro (a Jewish theater director hides in his theater and his wife falls for an actor, during WW2, nice clothes, 2 gay characters (not main characters but still…))
  • L’enfer (1994 version) (a jealous man turns his wife’s life into a real nightmare, very interesting film)
  • L’homme qu’on aimait trop (based on a true story, takes place in Nice, crime, mystery)
  • Lila dit ça (drama, 2 teenagers living in Marseille, sad love story, a bit nsfw, about a writer)
  • La belle saison (Lesbians in the 70ies, unshaved arm pits for the win, cute yet sad, takes place on a farm)
  • Rien à déclarer (a very funny film about French and Belgian ppl and stereotypes)
  • Bienvenue chez les Ch’tis (y’all should know this one!!! a classic! watch it with French subtitles!!!!)
  • Persepolis (animation film, an Iranian girl tells us about her life in Iran, France and Austria, very moving, based on real events)
  • Les innocents aux mains sales (older movie, with Romy Schneider!! a woman kills her husband but he’s not as dead as she thinks he is)
  • A la folie… pas du tout! (You think this is a cute romatic lil film? you are SO wrong!!)
  • Les intouchables (y’all know that one I guess)
In a healthy relationship,...

everyone needs to make compromises.

But that doesn’t mean you should feel like you’re losing out on yourself.

When you started going out, you both had your own lives and that shouldn’t change.

Neither of you should have to pretend to like something you don’t, or give up seeing your friends, or drop out of activities you love.

And you also should feel free to keep developing new interests, making new friends and moving forward.

  • what she says: I'm fine.
  • what she means: max russo was the only sibling out of three to lose his powers, and instead he was given the subway shop. he said that that was awesome, but how did he actually feel about being the powerless one? was he upset by this? did he have some sort of breakdown once he came to terms with this realization? did he cry? did he doubt his value? did he think he was worth less than his siblings? why did he pretend to be okay with losing his powers, covering up his sadness and loss with humor and grins, when in reality he probably cried when he went to sleep that night??? does he feel left out?? forgotten??? stupid??? why does no one talk about max russo????

ok, but FAHC au, where the Golden Boy is a big misunderstanding.

 Gavin is a teenager who befriends Burnie over Halo. They become really good friends and he even meets everyone else (Matt, Joel, Gus, Geoff). Gavin’s excited, Gavin loves playing with them, Gavin enjoys talking with them. This goes on for a few years till one day, Gavin gets an invitation from them to come stay in the states for a few days. 

Having just moved out and needing a vacation. Gavin eagerly agrees. And it’s fun and amazing and though his friends are a bit older than he thought and the city is a bit gritter than he was used too (coming from a small village in Enlgand) Gavin enjoys his stay. 

All the way up till he’s walking down the street with Burnie and Geoff and they get held up by someone wanting revenge against the “Roosters”. Gavin freaks out and just freezes. And then he witnesses something crazy. 

Burnie and Geoff hand the gunman his ass, laughing at him and talking down before shooting him. Then they seem to realize Gavin is still there. They turn towards and watch Gavin carefully. And Gavin had just witnessed a death for the first time in his life, having seen his friends commit that death, and he doesn’t know what to do. 

So he fakes it. Laughs it off and tries to push all of his raging emotions down. Geoff and Burnie seem to have relaxed at that and continue on as nothing had happened. 

For some reason, Gavin continues to fake it. Tries not to flinch when they touch him or hand him a gun. Tries to play it cool (maybe because he really likes Burnie and Geoff and they’ve been there for years and he can’t imagine losing them especially because they are his only friends) just fakes it, fakes it, fakes it. 

Goes home and continues to fake it, continues to talk to them and hopes that nothing comes of it. Fakes it when they ask, a year later when Gavin complains enough about his job (that he never fully told them what he did-opps?) to come live with them. Not wanting the others to realize he had lied this whole time, Gavin learns stuff. How to shoot (hoping the entire time he never has to shoot) and computer stuff (he’s always been good with technology, hacking shouldn’t be too hard, right?)

Gavin goes to America and continues to fake it. Meets Michael (a rage-filled guy who is proud to have killed people-but is actually funny and nice and he becomes Gavin’s best friend?) and Jack (nice man who loves to make fun of Gavin but has also shot people to protect the crew) and the rest and. Gavin is so awkward about the conversation that he just fakes it for three years. 

And then suddenly, he’s in a gang, calling himself the Golden Boy. And none of them know that he has never killed anyone or considers himself a criminal and has lied to them all. 

Basically, Gavin creates the Golden Boy imagine to keep his friends who he accidentally finds out are criminals. 

anonymous asked:

so, um. if you have any particular feelings about labyrinth--specifically Sarah--uh, go wild.



The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast. She has to brush some glitter off the toaster—it withers and vanishes at the brush of her fingertips, and she stares at her hand for a long time. 

It mostly just looks like her hand. Even when she turns it over, and sees where she scraped her knuckles against the oubliette, where the shattered mirror cut the back of her wrist. It looks like she fell, or was playing in the street. That’s all.

The toast comes out burned, and Sarah stares at that too. Eventually, she slumps down against the cabinets and cries, wracking sobs that send her dad and Karen rushing into kitchen. They check her forehead for a fever, put their hands on her, and keep asking, “Are you okay? Sarah, please, tell us what’s wrong…”

Eventually, her dad drags her into his lap and cradles her against his chest, like he did when she was little. Her legs are too long to really fit anymore, but Sarah hugs him around the neck anyway. “It’ll be okay,” he says, keeps saying. “You’ll be okay.” And Sarah—doesn’t laugh, because she can’t, and doesn’t have the words to express what—how—

(None of her stories ever talked about this. What did Sir George do, the morning after he slayed the last dragon in England? Did Tam Lin eat breakfast, or did he sit there, shivering, wondering if his hands were different, having been claws and wings and scales?)

Afterwards, she leaves the burnt toast outside on the back porch. Not an offering. Maybe a reminder.


It’s Didymus she sees the most often, mostly because he’s the one who invites himself rather than waiting for an invitation. He comes for tea, but even if there’s no tea—which there isn’t, usually—he comes to tell Sarah stories. She learns to love poetry because there’s no escaping it with him. (She won’t read Idylls of the King until Brit Lit in college, but she ends up scrawling a lot in the margins; Didymus’ telling of events had been much more interesting.)

Once, she falls asleep like that, her hands tucked behind her head with Didymus curled up and sleepily reciting from the crook of her elbow. “So tender was her voice, so fair her face—though I don’t think he was looking at her face, my lady, pardon me for saying so—”

Sarah buries her nose in his fur. Didymus always smells of rosewater, and a crispness she thinks is just…the Labyrinth. She falls asleep trying to place it.

She wakes up with a wild fox in her bed, animal-black eyes frightened and flat, teeth bared. The fox is whining, and she’s tempted to throw herself across the room, to get away from this wild thing and its teeth. It takes a monumental will to keep herself still and her breathing slow, even; like she’s still asleep and unafraid. 

It takes her longer to swallow, and start humming one of the songs he taught her—a knight’s round, he’d said. She’s shaky at first, but the fox’s ears flick forward. It cocks its head, and slowly, the teeth disappear behind its lips. 

She almost laughs when noses at her throat curiously, butting its head against her jaw like a cat might.

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on the subject of songs used in sunny, the song “genius of love” by tom tom club was used twice on the show - the first time being “the gang squashes their beefs,” right before mac and dennis’ apartment burns down, and the second time being “dennis’ double life,” after mac and dennis’ apartment was shown to be rebuilt and restored. if home is where the heart is, isn’t that the genius of love - something that has the power to repair a home (and indirectly, a relationship)?

Isabelle: *sighs impatiently* Simon come on! We have some demons to take care of.

Simon: We can’t leave until you say it Izzy.

Isabelle: *glares* Ugh. Fine.

Simon: *looks at her expectantly*

Isabelle: *serious face* Simon, Gotham needs you.

Listen, I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, but if I was hiding a lost special, and I had planted a billboard-sized clue in one of my episodes with the words “on March 8th the secret will be unleashed,” I would almost certainly release a teaser on BBC One featuring a glitching Moriarty saying “You didn’t think that was the whole story, did you?” and if not that I would definitely put a surprise minisode on YouTube with the announcement for the upcoming lost special at the end… either one would get lots of buzz and people reassessing their impressions of series 4 and going back to do what all of us have been doing all along, looking for clues and playing the game they’ve laid out for us within the show itself… get everybody intrigued and excited again for this history-making insane wish fulfillment etc etc… who knows about Mofftiss I’m just saying that’s what I’D do…


Do you remember that family trip we took? Somewhere in California, when I left the map at the rest stop bathroom? Oh yeah, how could I forget? Dad was furious. And he refused to pull over and ask for directions. And after him and mom arguing for hours, and us complaining, he finally said, ‘Screw it!’, and he just pulled over. And we played in the water for hours until the sun went down. I don’t even remember where we were going, but I just.. I’ve never forgotten that beach.

My hardest days, I would lose myself in that memory. Pretend that the desert sand was the beach. That the screams and yelling were laughter and seagulls. And I could fake everything but the water. And I promised myself, if I ever get out, I am going to live by the ocean in California and I am going to feel that water every day.

pll characters in 7b
  • aria: to a or not to a that is the question *puts on black hoodie* *fucks every a task up*
  • emily: ALISON! no wait PAIGE! no wait ALISON (again)! no wait PAIGE! OH SHIT ALI'S PREGNANT AND I'M THE DAD i mean MOM! WHAT'S GOING ON?!
  • hanna: *does sleuthy things with caleb* something about babies
  • spencer: *sluts it up with marco* *begins to hate marco* wait where's toby
  • alison: i'm pregnant but you have to have sex to get pregnant. fuck this is a lose-lose situation for me here
  • caleb: *pretends spaleb never happened* look at me being detective boyfriend of the year PLEASE FORGIVE ME FANDOM *is not forgiven*
  • paige: if you love something you gotta set it free *breathes a sigh of relief after dodging a messy ass bullet*
  • ezra: nicole? aria. nicole? no aria. fuck it all. cake? yes, cake. wedding cake. i'm engaged to aria. so i pick aria. #loveiswherethecakeis
  • lucas: so i used to be a nerd but now i'm a rich nerd please love me *still loves hanna* *pray for lucas*
  • marco: i love you spencer jk i h8 u u did the murder
  • mary: i'm trying to communicate with my daughter *never actually goes to speak to her daughter*
  • sydney: *is made to be somewhat relevant again at the request of NOBODY but the writers* *is vehemently hated by fandom*
  • wren: *shows up for two seconds and adds nothing to the plot even though everyone misses him* bye now mate