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if you’re reading this

a lump sum of money is on the way to you

  • it happened today, damn that was like 3 days maybe?

It Works the money is on its way!

Need this.

Of course

It worked tho

I just won $500 off a scratch Ticket lottery.

ENERGY

OKAY LEGIT I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAY. ME AND MY PARTNER ARE IN SUCH A TIGHT SPOT FOR MONEY ATM AS WE ARE SAVING FOR A DEPOSIT ON A HOUSE. I GOT PAID DOUBLE WHAT I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO GET AND SO DID HE AND HONESTLY I CRIED SO MUCH TODAY IM SO HAPPY AND RELIEVED

Positive vibes!!!!!

Can definitely use this in preparation for the move.

Money postttt

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

Your writing will always feel awkward to you, because you wrote it.

Your plot twists will always feel predictable, because you created them.

Your stories will always feel a bit boring to you, because you read them a million times.

They won't feel like that for your reader.

Perfect standing wave on a computer-controlled wave pool

If you, like me, did not know what a standing wave looks like, please keep watching this until about halfway through when the whole pool is synced. It’s eerie and cool af

One of the first books I read in English as a kid, maybe 1 year after I started learning English, was a booklet with a title like, How to Have a Great Time at Summer Camp. I don’t remember the exact title and I know I only picked it up because the other books in English in my school’s library looked way beyond my level, stuff like Austen and Dickens. The summer camp booklet didn’t look too interesting but it was small with simple sentences. I ended up being fascinated with it because it was the most American thing I had ever got my hands on and it felt impossibly exotic

  1. all the kids had cool American names like Jill and Mike. One of them at one point talked about the “chipmunks” in the woods near the camp, a mysterious word that didn’t exist in my tiny English dictionary, and for some reason I pictured them as scrawny wolves. I had read Little House on the Prairie so I knew wolves were a major concern for Americans
  2. camp “counsellors” were often mentioned, and my pocket English dictionary only defined that word as “psychologue”. I thought it was weird how American summer camps had dozens of psychologists roaming the premises, one for every 5 to 10 kids. That felt like a lot of psychologists
  3. I had no idea that the word “pet” could mean “favourite”. When the booklet said one kid might become “the camp counsellor’s pet”, my dictionary helpfully led me to believe it meant that a psychologist would pick one unfortunate kid to be his domestic animal for the summer. Slightly disturbing. I moved on
  4. the kids slept in “bunks” and my stupid dictionary only defined this word as “couche”. Which is not wrong, but we would probably say couchette instead, or better yet lits superposés, and couche is also our word for diaper so you can see why I continued being deeply intrigued by every new detail I learnt in this booklet. American kids are excited about camp because they get to sleep in diapers
  5. I had never encountered the word “baseball” before but managed to guess it was some kind of sport, but when the booklet mentioned the “baseball diamond” (in the context of a kid saying the baseball diamond was big) I of course assumed it was an actual diamond that you could win if you won a game of baseball at camp. For some reason I had a debate with a classmate over the plausibility of this. I say for some reason because I didn’t really question the diapers or the wolves or the psychologists with their human pets. A diamond though? Doubt. I just remember that we were queueing up for lunch and I was like “What do you think?” and my friend said hesitantly, “Maybe if it’s a small diamond?” and I insisted “No! The book says it’s big!”
  6. among the basic items the book said every kid should bring to camp were “batteries”. I didn’t bother looking up that word in my dictionary seeing as it’s the same in French. I didn’t know it was a false friend, and I was impressed to learn that most American kids own a drum set and bring it to camp as an essential item
  7. on the same page, in the list of things every kid should put in their suitcase for summer camp, another item was “comic books”. I wasn’t sure what those were since in French we call them BD, but basing myself on the word “comic” I assumed they were books of jokes and puns. I loved learning that in the US all kids bring humour anthologies to summer camp, presumably because they worry about running out of funny things to say. I thought American kids sounded nervous and sweet. But also really cool, because of all the drums

My dog’s black whiskers curve around her snout

like spider’s legs.

They smell like milk and old goat meat. 

Her son is a grizzly bear

that walks with all fours and bites my hands

when I hold his paws too long. 

A gentle, very polite bite. 

The wind has plucked the old white head

off a dandelion

and carried it to my feet.

Where ants wander the cracks of old tarmac

that belongs to a house much older than me

Shadows paint and erase sunlight off its canvass.

I scratch my dogs ears, and my hands have picked up

the scent of the backyard: black-cotton earth, nourished by 

poo and rain, and the strawish scent of grass 

that’s been crushed and flattened and rolled in. 

My hands smell like a warm August, now

One that has finally come to its senses and remembered

it is not, indeed, a cold month.

And I find that poetry has kept me here

In the quiet. Where I am and only can be.

It is August

Now, at the end of it, I’m waking.

PALESTINE

is a woman. A child in a thobe. Olive pits in my hands. The tatreez on my grandmother’s scarf. Is thirty-four Palestinians killed. We don’t wake up. American politicians. Occupied country. Israel has the right to defend itself. Ahed Tamimi, ice cream on tongue, flavor unknown. Are you grateful your parents came to this country? Three hundred dead. Open-air prison. Ten-year blockade. Rouzan al-Najjar, accidental bullet. Pomegranate so bloody. My grandmother, born ten days before Nakba, gunpowder in her blood. Stop killing us. Stop telling us how to fight Is grape mint hookah, country I’ve never visited. Woman, body bruised and policed. Is queer. Is fuck the patriarchy. Is three hundred thousand Palestinians killed. My father crying to Omayma El Khalil. Sweet black tea, fresh mint stuck on the roof of my mouth. Two state “solution.” We thought the house was empty. Is stranger living in my great-grandfather’s home, eating the pomegranates he once planted. So how do you say your name again? Is ????? Palestinians killed. Sunflowers on their graves. Seeds we crack between our teeth, spitting out each shell before digging another grave.

— Noor Hindi, in DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.

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“Fan fiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don’t do it for money. That’s not what it’s about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They’re fans, but they’re not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language.”

This is probably the best, non-judgmental description of fan fiction I’ve ever heard of in main stream media. 

(via raeseddon)

Just wanted to clear this thing up

Friendly reminder that if I haven’t answered your ask the same day, it means either: 

  • I want to treasure that ask forever
  • I dont feel up to social interaction
  • I didnt have time, and ended up forgetting about it

What it does NOT mean:

  • I dont like getting asks
  • You’re bothering me by sending asks

SAME APPLIES FOR UNANSWERED TAG GAMES!

It could also mean “it haunts me constantly but it’s been long enough that I feel like answering it now would be weird”

“Is there a name you’d like me to call you?” “Um, yes, it’s… Harry.” “Well, Harry, I think I ought to be honest and tell you that… I’m just like you. I’m transgender too.” “…You are?” “Indeed. And I’m telling you this because I wanted you to know that you are not alone. Never alone. And your parents, Harry, they… they would’ve loved you and supported you unconditionally. Just like they supported me. Never forget that there will always be people that accept us in our most truest.”

Two job-hunting resources that changed my life:

This cover letter post on askamanger.com. A job interview guide written by Alison Green, who runs askamanager.

Shout-out to @ms-demeanor for putting these on my dash again, I’d like to add this exceptional interview question “answer guide” that explains traps and “the best” way to answer over 64 common questions. I don’t know who to attribute it to, but here it is: PDF from tri valley one-stop career center.

Hey some of these answer templates helped J get an offer letter from her dream job; strongly recommend you read them if you’re job hunting