what ever people say


she’s a handsome woman || panic! at the disco

do you ever wonder what people would say about you if you were dating your fave? not like what lame excuses they would find to hate on you for, but the good things… do they like your hair or your smile or your laugh or the way your fave always looks happy when they’re around you. I wanna know how we’d look to other people.


You don’t have to apologize for who you are, and you certainly don’t have to apologize for who you are not. I think what you need to know most of all right now, is that all you ever need is yourself. What other people think or say can hurt — that is valid, PLEASE don’t trivialize what you are feeling — but you must matter most to yourself. You owe it to yourself to care for your truth. You owe it to yourself to live that truth.”

so anyway i have been thinking about the force and how it is leveraged as a kind of political thing in the rebellion versus the empire conflict - where the formal aspects of the empire (beyond palps and vader) are like THE FORCE IS FAKE while the formal parts of the rebellion go around saying ‘may the force be with you’ in a way that is obviously meant to be deeply political - and because i binge read through grievous’ legends wookieepedia page for reasons yesterday, i’m now wondering about how the separatists who merged into the rebellion would think about this

because like, the force as expounded upon and performed by the jedi was effectively a state sanctioned religion under the old republic which means that any belief in the force would have been especially inextricably bound up in the problem of the state and its apparatus of power. the jedi occupy the weird space of being obviously spiritual and yet obviously deeply involved in the politics and the diplomatic fabric of the galaxy. they’re also involved militarily, even if as a last resort kind of thing so i imagine there’s a fair bit of resentment against them (this is the interesting strain of thought i picked up from grievous’ page) floating around, especially amongst the separatist camp. obviously the rebellion is a coalition formed on the basis of political expediency, but there’s obviously one particular strain of thought that’s gained primacy in there - one that dictates ‘may the force be with you’ as a political saying which marks difference from the bureaucratic indifference of the empire, which is simultaneously also a very jedi saying as compared to the kind of saying from any other conceptualizations and belief systems wrt the force.

and like, this is a charged saying! there’s a history to it! some of it politically violent, some of it being bound up in one group of people being more successful at lobbying the jedi into action than another group of people - and ofc the dynamics of power here are crucial to examine wrt who was able to lobby the jedi more successfully into action and who had the resources in the first place, to be able to push the jedi into action - some of it bound up in a history of jedi and republic interventionism that has its own fraught political complications. and especially wrt rebels who came from separatist planets: its likely that they saw a great deal of republic sanctioned violence and specifically, state sanctioned violence enacted by the jedi, on their planets and their homes before the republic transformed into the empire. and now, of course, the jedi are framed politically as martyred heroes because the empire has rendered them taboo and calls them traitors, which automatically makes the political expediencies of the rebellion expand to include the extinct jedi in their fold.

there had to have been some kind of resentment among the rank and file of rebels wrt blithely accepting the jedi conceptualization of the force as the conceptualization of the force (i mean, we’re also more or less given a nod towards there being multiple understandings of the force outside of the light/dark and jedi/sith binaries in the rogue one novel so i am taking it to its obvious furthest conclusion) and moreover, to accepting what was once the republic sanctioned conceptualization of the force which was practiced by their spiritual military enforcers. like, if you’ve lived your life in a conflict where your planet was ruined, your home destroyed and your people killed by the republic and the very visible jedi, i can’t imagine you’d take ‘may the force be with you’ with anything except deeply bitter resentment. or a kind of grudging acceptance, at best, because you recognize that this is part of political positioning on the part of the rebel leadership (again, who is the leadership and who amongst the leadership gets to elect this as the appropriate thing to say to each other while going into battle, while coming out of battle, while dying, while living - that is also a deeply deeply political choice: both mon mothma and bail organa are from planets that were loyal to the republic during the clone wars and the mon calamari were all on the side of the jedi & republic during the conflict on mon cala so their approach to the conflict and the role of the jedi in the conflict is going to be immensely different from someone who grew up on a separatist world and learned separatist politics and then watched the republic tumble it.). 

tl;dr i wonder if the separatist-turned-rebel factions of the rebellion actually grit their teeth and say ‘may the force be with you’ out loud or if the rebellion is democratic enough to allow them to use and voice their own conceptualizations of their beliefs in the force - and even if it is, i do wonder if there isn’t a deep-seated resentment that remains even through the tenuous coalition and what that means in the long run for the rebellion and for the new republic when it’s finally reinstated.


Don’t ever let what people say bring you down. You’re body is perfect just the way it is.

‘Boys will be boys’, that’s what people say. No one ever mentions how girls have to be something other than themselves altogether. We are to stifle the same feelings that boys are encouraged to display. We are to use gossip as a means of policing ourselves – this way those who do succumb to sex but are not damaged by it are damaged instead by peer malice. Girls demand a covenant because if one gives in, others will be expected to do the same. We are to remain united in cruelty, ignorance, and aversion. Or we are to starve the flesh from our bones, penalizing the body for its nature, castigating ourselves for advances we are powerless to prevent. We are to make false promises then resist the attentions solicited. Basically we are to become expert liars.
—  Hilary Thayer Hamann


I think that I should tell you, that the surprise you’re about to get right now is a musical surprise. And I think that I should tell you that this is a VERY SPECIAL musical surprise and I’ll tell you why after I tell you this; the people you’re about to see on the stage could have been absolutely anywhere else in THE WORLD playing a concert but they decided to come and surprise you in Santa Clara California instead.
Another exciting thing about this musical guest- I first heard of this group when I was in the UK a couple of weeks ago. This musical group are in America to play the Teen Choice Awards tomorrow. But they decided to come here early so they’ll be here and be with you. So I really want you to treat them with the same grace that they have treated us with tonight by being here tonight. So can we all agree on the fact that you’re going to scream louder for them than you do for me the entire evening, is that right? *crowd cheers loudly* Perfect!
So they have an incredible breakout single that is smashing it on the charts as we speak called black magic.
—  Taylor swift’s whole speech before bringing little mix on stage (X)

anonymous asked:

Here we go again, antis accusing shippers of data mining to find that picture. Do they think before they type?

Well if someone data mined, it wasn’t me or any shipper I know. It was dropped in my inbox because someone felt we deserved to know about it. I merely passed on the information. Antis should probably make up their minds about what they really want from us. If I had deleted the message then I would have been accused of hiding information from my followers, but if I post that said picture exists then that means I’m a stalker, even though I’m not the one who went searching for it. Right. I can’t win, and I’m not trying to. I really, really do not care what these people say about me. They’ll never ever be happy. Moving on……………

PSA: Just because you’ve suffered more hardships than a person does not give you to right to dismiss their problems and say “I’ve had worse.” and “You know, that was nothing compared to…..” Their experience does not make it any less painful to them than yours. Not only that, you will also prevent them from reaching out to people when they are dealing with severe problems and force them to deal with their difficulties without the support of others. No one’s emotions are ‘superior’ to others; all of our emotions have equal priority. And remember that crying never makes you weak.

Never Let You Go

She’s not far from home when she hears it. The taunting, the crying, the laughing. Her fists clinch at her side and she increases her speed. This cannot be happening.

But when she rounds the corner, there she is. Kara. She’s crumbled over in the grass three kids circling around her like sharks. She doesn’t look afraid for herself. No, Alex can read a whole different kind of fear on her face as her fists grab at the grass to prevent herself from lashing out. The flash of red in Kara’s eyes serves as a warning. One the other kids do not recognize. The anger inside Kara is something she knows her little sister fears.  It’s not something she feels she can control, but with her world shattered, she has every right to feel it. Only with powers like hers, she can’t afford to.

That’s where Alex comes in. Rushing forward, fists raised. Alex shouts at them. “Get away from my sister!”

They all turn wide-eyed. They know Alex Danvers. They know her reputation, and they scuttle like flies swatted away.

Kara is staring up at her, expression soft now, the red in them waning, and Alex realizes now for the first time what she said, what she acknowledge.

Kara is her sister, and as she reaches her hand out, watching as Kara’s hands loosen on the dirt and come to gently intertwine with her own that she can no longer picture a future where that statement rings false. When Kara smiles that big puppy dog smile at her, Alex’s heart melts. That space inside Alex that’s felt hollow since her father died fills just a little with this alien from another planet whose smile rivals the sun.

She pulls the other girl close, hands slipping behind her back to ground her-to drive the anger away. She can feel the tension in Kara’s muscles ease away, can feel the wet tears leak from Kara’s eyes onto her shoulder.

“You’re ok, baby girl,” Alex whispers into her sisters ever blonder hair, “I got you.”

And she knows right then that she’ll never let her go.