we have moved up in the world

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Arabella: And how does it feel to be dad?
Adan: That’s… tough. But awesome indeed. Sometimes you just want to give up cause it’s tiring, and complicated, and you’re continuosly afraid to mess up sometimes. Every move you make could shape he’s character you know, it’s not something to understimate.. but when I see him, everything changes. He’s just our world now. What about you two? Still taking it slow?
Arabella: Everyone need its own time I guess… it’s not an easy step so, we’re figuring out which path to follow…

Tristan looked at her backing him up as if he never saw something more beautiful than that: she would have done anything to cover him with his friends, so that he wouldn’t seem weak or immature, even if he totally was. He knew how bad she wanted to get married he just… couldn’t? It was nothing to do with love, he loved her as much as when he poked her near the monkey bars… he was just scared. As fuck.

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Thank you @gettingaphdinlarry for pointing out this incredibly moving Instagram post from @elizabethbanks. This is what I’d like to concentrate on at this point. The fact that this younger generation of people has the compassion, intelligence, strength, and numbers (according to Google, there are over 75 million of you) to change our world as we move forward. Hillary Clinton might not have won this election, but this map clearly shows where our future is headed if we don’t give up hope. 

Can we, like, talk about this?

Victor is quite obviously concerned about Yuuri’s well-being. He wants what’s best for him and wants Yuuri to succeed. 

However, it is likely that Victor has never been in this sort of situation before. 

Yuuri is “the figure skater with the world’s biggest glass heart.” He’s sensitive and wears his heart on his sleeve.

But…

Victor does something pretty shitty.

I don’t think Victor quite handled this situation as well as he could have, but he did move it forward. He wants to forcefully motivate Yuuri, even if that meant breaking his heart.

This is when Victor realizes he fucked up.

He’s used to being selfish, so Victor probably hasn’t comforted anyone like this before.

And then we find out that Yuuri is more worried about Victor than he is about himself since his actions do have an impact on Victor’s reputation. (Oh, Yuuri… you selfless cinnamon roll…)

Yuuri obviously does have doubts.

And Victor does reaffirm that he doesn’t want to stop being Yuuri’s coach.

And Yuuri knows this. He logically knows this even if his nerves make him doubt this fact.

Continuing with the fact that Victor probably hasn’t ever had to comfort people in his life…

Victor feels like he has to rely on past experiences. I personally feel like this conclusion of Victor’s makes it seem as if he kind of wants to get through this uncomfortable situation. Kissing seems like the easiest thing to do, right?

But Yuuri refuses! Yuuri wants something more than a useless kiss. He wants Victor’s faith in him, even if Yuuri doesn’t have enough faith in himself. Yuuri wants Victor to have confidence in him.

This is very important. And Yuuri is demanding for Victor to stay by his side, come what may. 

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The more I work, the less I’m around people who look like me. The more you kinda move up the ladder, the more you get removed from that world. The hotels you’re staying at, who you travel with, who you work with… it’s just the reality of the world we live in. The more success you have, in any business, you kinda get more distanced from people of color.

i really respect the star wars franchise for not compromising or stopping to take time to explain what the hell everything is or whats happening like outside of the intro scroll its just in the world 100% like bam! heres a planet with these things! u dont know what they are? well fuck it cuz theyre here! also! this guy! we’ll say his name one time and then thats it! he’ll just be here for the rest of the movie! here u go! some terms were throwing in that may be bullshit but this is star wars so screw it! bam! space! bam ! flying ships and shit! u dont get it? well sucks for u cuz were still moving along assholes! pew pew laser fighting montage with characters whose names we may not have brought up but ull grow to care for them anywayyyyy! 

Love me like love is more than just a word. Make it action, make it choice, make it commitment. Don’t try to be perfect. Don’t try to love me perfectly because you are not perfect and neither am I, some days we will crash and burn but it’s whether or not we escape from the wreckage that matters. So when we have those arguments that make peace seem like a distant memory, take the time you need to cool off but make sure you come back.
Motivate me. I’ve always been quite the dreamer, but some days the world gets the best of me. My body keeps moving but everything else feels dead, and everything including you feels further away than it should be. When that happens, pull me close. Tell me that you’re here, tell me that there’s more to live for, call it soul to soul resuscitation. Bring me back to you.
Don’t give up on understanding me. I know that on most days my mind is more like a really messy bedroom and finding sense in all of the chaos may prove to be difficult but please, don’t stop trying. Keep talking, keep asking questions, refuse to get tired. See, I know a lot of words. I know temporary. I know brief, short-lived, fleeting. I don’t quite get the word stay. It tastes weird on my tongue, probably because I’m more used to people doing the opposite. I guess that’s why I’m always prepared to write goodbye poems, and why I’ll be expecting you to leave once you see the person behind all of this poetry. Please, don’t go. Prove me wrong. Stay.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh // How I desire to be loved. 
I fear that one day I will bump into you on the street or inside a restaurant then my world will zero in on you and I will feel the same way as I did that day I had to let you go. I’m scared that years from now, when we have seemingly moved on with our own lives and living it with different people, we’ll still be each other’s greatest what-if.
—  Why La la land fucked me up / deepthoughtsofanobody

Bees did go through a pretty rough patch there … and by “there,” we mean 10 years ago. The U.S. bee population hit a low point in 2006 with 2.5 million colonies, but by 2015, that number was up to 2.66 million, a two-decade high. Beekeepers saw the problem and have been working their asses off to reverse it – if anything, we should be worried about them going extinct.

Bee populations have also been going up in other parts of the world. So why were they put in the endangered species list, then? Because seven bee species, all of them from Hawaii, haven’t been doing so well and we need to protect them – that’s what the “endangered” status is all about. It’s more of a tactical move to make sure the government actually gives funds to help those Hawaiian bees’ population go up. By the way, we’re talking about seven species out of the 4,000 ones existing in the U.S. alone. There’s still a shitload of bees out there, is our point.

7 Pieces Of Good News About Huge Stories (No One Told You)

Love me like love is more than just a word. Make it action, make it choice, make it commitment. Don’t try to be perfect. Don’t try to love me perfectly because you are not perfect and neither am I, some days we will crash and burn but it’s whether or not we escape from the wreckage that matters. So when we have those arguments that make peace seem like a distant memory, take the time you need to cool off but make sure you come back.
Motivate me. I’ve always been quite the dreamer, but some days the world gets the best of me. My body keeps moving but everything else feels dead, and everything including you feels further away than it should be. When that happens, pull me close. Tell me that you’re here, tell me that there’s more to live for, call it soul to soul resuscitation. Bring me back to you.
Don’t give up on understanding me. I know that on most days my mind is more like a really messy bedroom and finding sense in all of the chaos may prove to be difficult but please, don’t stop trying. Keep talking, keep asking questions, refuse to get tired. See, I know a lot of words. I know temporary. I know brief, short-lived, fleeting. I don’t quite get the word stay. It tastes weird on my tongue, probably because I’m more used to people doing the opposite. I guess that’s why I’m always prepared to write goodbye poems, and why I’ll be expecting you to leave once you see the person behind all of this poetry. Please, don’t go. Prove me wrong. Stay.
—  How I desire to be loved. // Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (362/366)

davromega  asked:

I have seen several people in varying politeness ask/tell/demand that you basically treat evil societal destroying fuckwads like someone that bailed on helping you move or showed up 2 hours late for a dinner. How in hell can we make the country better by having said fuckwads in charge and having far too many people saying it will work out... give them a chance... let's all forgive one another and be brothers while these fucktards destroy our world?

Part of what makes us liberals is our empathy and our hope for kindness to prevail, so I get it.

But when someone is stabbing you in the face, you don’t politely ask them to stop. You fight back.

When someone is stabbing someone else in the face, you don’t wait for them to stop, and then ask them to talk about their feelings. You stop them.

And, to be quite honest, the majority – and I mean the vast majority – of people telling me that we have to be patient and understanding with Nazis, or that we really need to just think about the deep game theory of blah blah blah are white dudes who aren’t worried about money or influence, who aren’t threatened in any meaningful way by the Nazis we all need to punch more.

So keep punching Nazis and then punch them some more, until they are all gone.

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One of my favorite things to come out of the Shattered World Crisis story was Amy supporting Knuckles on their adventure to restore the Master Emerald and save Angel Island.

Throughout the story we see Knuckles getting down, feeling incompetent, and even coming close to giving up, but Amy’s optimistic trait shines brightly as she’s able to pull Knuckles up and help him continue moving so he can save his home.

Just having these two together on a serious and emotional adventure like this that shows us different sides to Knuckles and having Amy support him all the way is one of the things that I really love about the comics.

an alternate reality where:

-jaspar never moved out
-troye never left youtube
-o2l never broke up

please note that this alternate reality would ALSO contain:

-none of the buttercream squad
-none of troyes music
-no common culture or knj world tours

don’t focus on what has been lost. focus on what’s been gained in the absence of what once was.

which reality would you choose? the one we have now, or the one i just described?

Dont ever forget how easly it is to loose control of meth or any other drug. One day you will be having the time of your life and the next minute your life is a disaster and drugs suddenly become the worst thing to ever happen to you. Dont let it get that far. Dont be like me. I use to have so many friends that i would use drugs with and we would have some of the greatest times. But then one day i looked around and it was like “hey where do everyone go?’” They grew up. Moved on. And now Im just here chasing the high while everyone else is making something of themselves. Its embarrassing, Being the druggie who could never walk away. Who would keep coming back here to this same, dark, depressing world. I wonder to myself when am i going to say enough is enough and its time to live life as a responsible adult. I sit and think am i going to be 30 or 40 years old still on drugs? Still making nothing of my life. Still just a fuck up. Whats it gonna take for me to stop? What do i gotta do???? I WANT A NORMAL LIFE. I think about all these things, but as im thinking im \ getting high and suddlenly all those thoughts are gone from my mind, And idc anymore, 

Okay. Having re-enacted the Sad Finale Hug last weekend I am now even more upset about that scene and here is why:

Hugging a person who you desperately want to hug you back and not getting any response is the worst feeling in the world.

It might almost have been better if Stan had pushed him away, but as is Ford is hugging his brother for the first time in over forty years and Stan just doesn’t move. Doesn’t react. It must be like hugging a statue.

And we know that by the time they get back to the Shack that Ford doesn’t have any hope that they can fix it. Not that he would have had much to begin with, but I think there must have been a glimmer, and I think it died when he was kneeling there crying into Stan’s shoulder, holding on for dear life and wishing with everything he had that Stan would return the hug. Just raise one arm. Just lean into it a little.

But he does nothing.

Our campaign, for a bit of backstory. We were all aboard a ship (by many different means) that eventually ends up sucked onto a moving island, that none have ever escaped, theres a small city in the works, and crashed ships are used to build more, and the survivors usually add to the population.

A ship crashed, and we get ourselves a world renowned cook from the omnomicron (or something like that) a cook book for cooking magical creatures. We have Lulu, the possible insane Rogue Goblin, and Sha Ta'hir, a decent Teifling Paladin.

Sha ta'hir: You, I know who you are and what you do, and i’m against it. I’m giving you this one chance to tell me now what ingredients you have. If you try to hide anything I will find it, and if its horrible, I will kill you.

The DM rolls to see what the cook has with him, one item.
Dm: oh, shit well.. rip man.

Cook: Powdered Unicorn horn, in the chest over there.

Sha Ta'hir:….. what the fuck. You’re dead, I’m killing you, you’re dead.

Lulu: You can’t kill him! You said you would if he hid anything, he isn’t hiding anything!

Sha Ta'hir: it’s fucking powdered unicorn horn

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: homestuck is ending tomorrow. Tomorrow. everything andrew hussie has worked towards for seven years is coming to a conclusion on 4/13. after tomorrow we're never getting another upd8, never going to see the characters we watched grow up again. there's never going to be another story like this one again. the fandom is slowly going to grow smaller and move on and stop caring about the incredible world that hussie built. and I know we all like to joke about finally being free from this hellpit, but frankly I'm not ready to say goodbye. I don't want to say goodbye to the characters I've loved for so long, to the comic that's shaped me into who I am today. I'm not even close to prepared for this but I don't have a choice. Because homestuck is ending tomorrow aND NOTHING IS O K A Y
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It was 1989.

It was late December and the previous night I came back from a ski trip with friends. Up in the mountains, no radio, no mobile phones, no nothing, this was communist Romania so we only found out in the train back that our world started to move. That Romanians had enough of that so called “communist dream” and started to fill up the streets, marching and demanding to overthrow that monument of corruption called the Romanian Communist Party, starting with its dreaded leader Ceausescu…

After a few hours of worried sleep I woke up in the late morning in the sound of chants coming form the main street. My mother was looking stunned out the window. “Look at them, they are coming from the Bargaie. They must have gathered at the factories there to march into town. They must be crazy, poor blokes… Securitatea are shooting at people on the streets you know? And the army… There are already victims everywhere, in Cluj, in Timisoara…” I looked out the window and felt like hardening every second “…and what are we doing now, mom?” “We? We… just wait here…” “But we cannot wait, mom! We cannot wait here… we must go and see what’s going on! Waiting here is, is, is just wrong!” said defiantly the teenager I was at the time. My mother started to weep “But, but your father? He’s out to get the daily bread ratio, he will be worried as hell seeing we’re missing?” “He will know where we are. Let’s go.” And off we went, scared but with no regrets, because we had to go. We met dad in the main square by sheer chance later, chanting with the others, and the rest is already known.

27 years later, the followers of that communist party had time to slowly morph into a proper mafia. They abandoned any illusion of ideology and thus, freed by the burden of maintaining principles, finally managed to attain full political control of the country. This week they started to modify the laws to fit their corrupt ways, to pardon their already jailed mafiosi, to make abuse and malpractice legal and to restrict whistleblowing. I’m thousands of kilometers away from that country now, but I know I must get out on the streets again - with the same deep hatred but more prowess. We are hundreds of thousands on the streets, again.

And I’m going now with my kid.

(not my photos, I still have to find the authors)

tbh i love shipping the gryffindors with slytherins just because it’s so fun to see the slytherins roll their eyes when their gryffindor counterpart does somethimg stupidly heroic but they cant keep the fond smile of their face because theyre so fucking charmed but the others being an idiot so they have to stick with them to make sure they dont get hurt trying to save the world

or alternatively, slytherins and ravenclaws

like one of them comes up with a meticulously thought out plan and is like “idk tho it may be too much of a dick move” and the slytherin to be like “nope it’s perfect.”

or slytherins and hufflepuffs where the hufflepuff is like “but we’ll be nice about it wont we?” and slytherin’s like “yeah ofc bby” and once the hufflepuff is gone the slytherin goes “but not really.”

slytherins are so goddamn shippable

It happened.

The time for mourning is over. Time to pick up the pieces. 

It might feel like we’ve woken up in a new world, but the truth is, America is the same as it was before. We elected him. We did this, because this is what is at our core. Trump is merely a byproduct of the cancer that has infected us. He is the effect, but not the cause.

So we have to keep on, moving forward and chipping away at the hatred that has shaped this election. We have to be vigilant. We have to be proactive. They are in control now, and they will be working around the clock to retract our steps in social progress. They will not be kind to those of us in the minority: the women, the people of color, immigrants, and those who do not share their faith. Their policies do not favor us. They never have.

So we have to stay on our toes.

The next congressional election is in two years, when all 435 House seats and 33/100 Senate seats will be up for grabs. We have much work to do before then.

Now I will return to your regularly scheduled Star Wars. Here if any of you need to talk. It’s a dark day for everybody, whether they realize it or not.