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nico~ will mostly repost stuff abt dsmp, mcu, riordanverse, and literally anything i like.
will occasionally make an original post abt whatever the hecks going on in my life

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

Wishing me and everyone best of luck for something good in your life! :D

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

Wishing me and everyone best of luck for something good in your life! :D

nobody tears through library books quite as fast as a 12 yr old girl with no friends

don’t be scared to live lovingly. compliment your friends on the little things and cheer for live bands in small cafes and leave tips when you can. tell the person you saw that you really like their shirt and write cards and letters to the people you love. make playlists for people and don’t be afraid to express your appreciation for others. life is so much better when you live it with love.

One criticism about Miraculous Ladybug that I find really interesting is the criticism that the show is still like that. It’s phrased in different ways, like “there’s no development” or similar, but it often includes an exasperated “it’s season five and Marinette still hasn’t told Adrien she loves him” somewhere in the text. This criticism isn’t fascinating because it’s correct (it’s not) or because it raises complex questions (it doesn’t); it’s interesting because on some level, I totally get it.

Imagine you’re six, or eight, or ten years old when Miraculous Ladybug launches in 2015, or maybe even fourteen like Marinette, and you love it: It’s funny, it has good action, a beautiful romance, and Marinette is just an awesome character: She wants to do good, she loves her friends, she’s clumsy, she’s anxious, and she’s still awesome, all in one package. You can’t help but love her.

But now it’s 2022. If you were the show’s target audience of six years old, you have now spent half your life with that show existing. If you were as old as Marinette, you’re now an adult. You’ve certainly changed schools once or twice; made new friends, lost old ones. You gained new hobbies, new interests, your first interest in romance if you’re into that, your first global pandemic and so on. And the show, on a really high level, is still like that. Marinette’s foibles, which used to be funny, are now cringy, because they remind you of how you used to be. Marinette’s anxiety around her crush may have become a painful reality, or a painful memory long in the past. The threat they’re facing is still the most cartoonish in the history of cartoonish threats, and they’re not even one step closer to doing anything about it; i.e. their biggest problems are still exactly the same, while yours have changed completely.

Other shows and book series and so on often try to grow up with their audience, dealing with darker topics and/or more explicit kissing as they go on and their audience presumably gets older. Miraculous Ladybug cheerfully does not. It’s still fundamentally the same show it is now as it was in 2015.

That means you grew up, and Marinette is still fourteen. And isn’t that just the worst? A reminder of who you used to be, back when you were a young, stupid child. A reminder of all the things you’ve outgrown. I totally get being frustrated with that.

Of course, that isn’t a flaw with the show as such. It wants to be a show where Marinette remains fourteen forever, or at least for a couple of seasons more, and it’s doing that well. Getting better, even. It just means that you and the show have split ways at some point, and you’re no longer the person who fell in love with it. There’s no shame in that, it happens.

(To be clear, it’s not required. There are people who fell in love with the show as a child and still enjoy it. Whatever makes you happy.)

Move on. Or fail to recognise it and make angry Tumblr posts about it; your choice, really.

That’s why I personally recommend watching the show once you’re in your thirties and have stopped giving a shit. Then you’ll have the best long-term experience with it. 😁

words cannot describe how little cryptocurrency means to me. i'd rather learn about the history of a mechanical pencil.

God, as somebody that grew up in a largely jewish community, holocaust denial is like... so fucking weird.

Because I don’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t terrified of swastika’s, including when I was so young that I didn’t even know what a swastika was.

Because it’s such a strangely specific feeling to be born in the wake of a tragedy so massive that you can still feel it’s reverberations and were born with a weird sense of survivors guilt that will shadow you forever

Because when we were younger and our parents refused to tell us exactly what the holocaust was, we would trade our grandparents horrific experiences like they were scary stories across the camp fire, repeating them over and over to ourselves and eachother so we could figure out what it all meant.

Because I’d see those books with grey photos of Auschtwitz prisoners on the cover and feel like they were looking straight fucking at me.

Because every single Yom HaShoah you’d hear grade school children get up and say “my grandmother was the only one left of her family” or “they barely got out before it started” or “they managed to hide in an attic for months on end” or “my great grandmother managed to jump off one of the trains with her daughter in her arms” or “my grandfather has numbers on his arms but he won’t talk about it” or “my great aunt was shot just before the liberation so she couldn’t get out,” like it was normal.

Because we were always taught to run if we were in a group of non-jews that started making nazi jokes, to laugh along and then take the fuck off to stay safe.

Because the question always lingered over our heads, “what if it happens again? what if it happens to us?”

.... and them some stupid fucking college age white trash dickhead stands up and says “it didn’t happen” or “it wasn’t that bad” and I just can’t... fathom that? Like how the fuck wasn’t this part of your life? How is this not etched into your bones?

And its because it’s not. Like people didn’t grow up with this shit, some people can afford to deny the holocaust and deny antisemitism because it won’t hurt them.

It’s just... fucking wild.

(please reblog)

Knowing that trans women of color started the movement in the united states and were literally immediately erased and excluded from what they started is the most deeply jading knowledge.

It is the original sin of the so-called queer community and it damns it from the cradle.

no white gay boy will ever reblog this, watch:

no white gay will reblog this

no white lgb person will reblog this

Without Stonewall, without the efforts of Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, the LGBTQ Community wouldn’t be where it is today. Don’t forget the roots, don’t forget the catalyst.

and then TERFs wanna be like, “hmm well the LGBT community existed before Stonewall!”

but like…Becky, of course LGBTQ+ people existed before Stonewall. We’ve all existed since the beginning of time. But the movement got a shock to its senses, a jump-start, a rocket-into-space when that glass shattered via Marsha P. Johnson, and when Sylvia Rivera was up on-stage protesting guess who was on the sidelines heckling her?

The same fuckers who won’t ever reblog or acknowledge this