Have you….
-Taken your meds today?
-Had any water today?
-Eaten anything today?
-Gotten any sleep today?
Just a reminder that….
-You are loved
-You are wanted
-Your thoughts and feelings are valid
Things that might help if you’re having one of those days…
-Blanket/Pillow fort
-Hot shower/Bubble bath
-Sleep
-Fresh air (go for a walk or drive with the windows down and the music up)
-Cookies (Judge me if you want)
-Drawing/Coloring/Painting
Hang in there friends ❤️
Can we just talk about the moment when the Howling Commandos realize that the only reason any of them made it out is because Steve loves Bucky That. Fucking. Much.? That if Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes were just a tiny bit less adorable, they’d all be dead?
mellyblue007 said: And later they hear Bucky reading Steve the riot act for “jumping out of an airplane flown by HOWARD STARK…oh my god, Steve, do you even remember the ‘flying’ car…into enemy territory ALONE, you big JERK!” and they know Bucky feels the same way.
sarah-the-ninja said: They probably tried to protect Bucky without him finding out, because Bucky was trying to protect Steve at the same time (and Steve’s an idiot)…Can you imagine them after the plane fell, though?
Oh man I want those scenes so, so much. As flashbacks or hell, put the Howling Commandos in Agent Carter and just have them sit around telling war stories about these two dorks trying to keep each other safe at the expense of all else.
“Hey, remember the time Rogers pushed Barnes out of the way of that machine gun fire, and then Barnes picked up the shield and smacked him over the head with it?”
“Remember when Barnes snuck out at dawn and took down an entire Hydra encampment, one by one, with his rifle just so Rogers couldn’t storm the place?”
Okay but imagine the moment someone in the Howling Commandos actually realizes why Steve saves them and he just looks over at Bucky and goes, “You beautiful sonovabitch. I am so glad you’re attractive.” and poor Bucky is like uhhh thanks?? I think?
shanology: Oh man yes. YES. And the guys do everything they can to give Steve and Bucky time alone without them realizing it, because dammit, they owe it to them.
But the Commandos can’t decide whether it’s safer to always be near Bucky, because Steve is guaranteed to be there kicking people’s asses, or never be near Bucky, because Steve might throw YOU in front of a bullet if it came down to you or Barnes.
I’M JUST GONNA KEEP REBLOGGING THIS BECAUSE YOUR COMMENTS ARE MAKING MY DAY, GUYS:
butlerbookbinding: Now all I can see is the Commandos hunkering down, all “MEN, OUR VERY LIVES ARE RIDING ON THOSE DIMPLES AND THE CAPTAIN’S DESIRE TO RIDE THAT MAN LIKE A STALLION. KEEP HIM ALIVE AND ATTRACTIVE AT ALL COSTS!”
shadava: Remember that one time Steve and Bucky went out for fondue
its so weird when people are like “WHY SHIP ROMANTIC WHEN U COULD SHIP PLATONIC” cause dude if i like a ship, im shipping it every way. platonic romantic aesthetic sexual sensual, au where they hate each other and have an intense rivarly, au where they’re dogs, coffee shop au, like are there people who only ship things one way or
your crooked teeth make your lovely smile extremely cute and endearing (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
your splotches of freckles? yeah, those are places where the galaxies whirling inside of you leaked out to radiance their brilliancy into the world
your thighs touch? that’s a GOOD thing. you’re getting proper nutrition! you have muscles! d o n o t b e a s h a m e d!!!! also, thigh gaps are awesome too! anything related to thighs is awesome! all thighs are different because every person is different, and honestly, why does it matter what your thighs look like?? people who are bothered by thighs are weak tbh
“bingo arms”???? listen up: you only have bingo arms when you’re WINNING. otherwise why would you be yelling “bingo”?? thought so. you’re a winner – you can do anything you set your incredible mind to!
your hair is so unbelievably gorgeous and don’t you deny it. don’t forget to style it, dye it, try new shampoos with it, as long as you want to! your hair is your own, whether it be frizzled or dry or thick or thin – be proud of that, and remember that you can always change it up!
your eyes are not too small, or too big, or too wide apart, or too ugly. your eyes are your own mortal doorway into your soul, expressing your thoughts and emotions in dazzling swirls and hues for others to decipher. don’t be afraid to cry, don’t be disgusted by the crinkles at the corners when you smile, don’t hate on the small, microscopic blood vessels running through them. don’t lock your door out of needless shame!
scars!!! scars are so cool! they’re visual results from a chapter that makes up the story of your life! no matter where scars are, don’t be conscious of concealing them! ppl loVE scars! even the tiny lil ones! anyone who has a scar is automatically known as an ultimate badass sorry that’s the rule
same goes for stretch marks! those little ripples on your thighs, your hips, your waist, your belly? those mean that you’ve GROWN. your body has adapted frequently throughout your life, and leaves those little ripples as little hints of your amazing journey through life, from babyhood to adulthood! (or maybe you’re just a mystical ocean god/goddess and those waves are symbols of your enormous power, onlookers should be on the lookout)
sorry, did you say you had a pig nose? do you even kNOW how cute piggies are you should be PROUD of your nose cAUSE U CUTE
long, thin nose? p l s. that just means you’re king/queen of everything. don’t deny it. you know how powerful you truly are
tummy rolls? everyone has them. seriously, no matter how thin a person may seem, tummy rolls are inevitable. you are not alone! tummy rolls rock! ROCK THOSE TUMMY ROLLS!
trust me, barely anyone see your feet anyways. besides, feet aren’t that bad – how do you think your hands would look if they walked everywhere over the earth’s rough terrain? feet are hella
ears are so cool omg they’re like fingerprints, unique to you and you only! plus you can pierce them! repeatedly! how cool is that? ears are best
do nOT be anxious about flaunting your legs! wear that short skirt! wear those shorts! own that bikini! your legs are marvelous! ppl would kill for a pair of dandy lookin legs like yours! pale or tan, legs are glorious! L E G S
lips. lips. do you know how many magic tricks your lips are able to perform? the formation of words, the ability to smile or frown, the ability to express, to kiss, to wear makeup; lips are ethereal and exquisite in all forms!
#1 tip: your eyebrows are always on fleek
(▰˘◡˘▰)
and lastly: you are not dumb. you are not worthless. you are not a waste of space, an empty void, a meaningless shell. you are loved. you are worth everything. you are so incredibly intelligent,you are utterly unforgettable, and you are breathtakinginevery single way.
next time you look in a mirror, blow yourself a kiss and don’t worry – you’ll kill it out there today. ♥
So, when I was doing my thesis on whether or not fanfiction should be considered a legitimate genre of literature, my advising professor asked me for examples. I gave him the generic ones, of course - “Pride & Prejudice and Zombies” is a horror fanfic of “Pride & Prejudice”, “50 Shades of Grey” is an erotica fic of “Twilight" - and that seemed to make him understand what fanfiction is, but not how it’s useful. So I thought about it, and, after about a minute, I said, “Paradise Lost is basically a fanfiction of the Book of Genesis. And The Divine Comedy is an epic self-insertion fic for Catholic doctrine. So, basically, you were teaching us fanfiction last semester.” I had never before seen a grown man’s eyes widen with such fear, incomprehension, disgust, awe, and understanding.
I’m a Bernie supporter but u all need to chill on calling him grandpa and a cinnamon roll and all that shit he’s still a politician you still need to be critical of him don’t fan girl over him that’s weird and I’m waiting for the “ur fave is problematic” post about him the way y'all glamorize him like he’s in a boy band or young adult novel turned film trilogy okay don’t put your full trust and adoration into him he has power he could be the president of the United States and not being critical of him is very not good okay always always always be critical of people in power no matter how much they align with your views you can’t trust politicians I’m sorry
what she means:
it's 2 am and I can't stop thinking about the Pied Piper. Initially i thought it was just an old faerie tale but i've been reading up on it and it turns out that at some point in the town of Hamelin, a bunch of children really did go missing all at once in fact a stained glass window in the local church in 1300 was made to tell the story AND Hamelin's written history literally BEGINS in 1384 with the sentence "it is 100 years since our children left." There are a ton of theories about what the piper could actually represent but historians are pretty much convinced that something did take away children en masse in the 1200s in Hamelin and to this day we still use the phrase "it's time to pay the piper." When will we pay him? Who was he???? Like okay I see the theories but what if some flute paying faerie really just led a bunch of kids away in 1284 I cannot get over this.
Once upon a time my mom and I were talking and she said, completely serious, “I think if you went to Heaven you’d be there for all of thirty seconds before you started telling Saint Peter that he needed a better system, and you’d actually have a better system to suggest. And if you went to Hell you’d have overturned Lucifer and set yourself up on the throne as Unquestioned Overlord within a year. So I guess you’re going to Purgatory.”
And I think that is an excellent assessment of my personality.
Being abused can seriously affect your ability to distinguish between “not obviously pleased” and “obviously displeased” because abusers go from Neutral to Hostile for absolutely no discernible reason, and eventually you start worrying that everyone is going to be like that and you start feeling this urge to make absolutely sure that the people you actually care about aren’t mad or upset, because to you, “there’s no evidence that they’re not angry” is the same as “there’s evidence that they are angry”
Honestly I will always be grateful to Brooklyn 99 for giving us “cool motive, still murder” as a quick, no-frills response to all these weak white boy villains with woe-is-me backstories that fandoms inevitably try to woobify.
1) There’s totally a reason that they tell you not to put your pipette upright in beakers and shit, and my lab partner (read: only other person in my class) is terrible about it.
2) Hydrogen chloride should stay in its beakers at all times.
3) My lab partner takes orders well, at the very least, or else I’m really good at issuing orders in a crisis.
4) My reflexes are much better than I thought they were.
don’t just pay it. do not automatically pay the hospital bill when you receive it. call your health insurance provider and POLITELY say, “Excuse me, I just received a bill for $1200 for my hospital visit/ER visit/etc., is that the correct amount I’m supposed to pay?” because hospitals bill you before your health insurance and they will take your money no matter how the amount due may change based on your health insurance looking at it. 90% of the time, if your health insurance is in any way involved in the payment of that bill, you do not have to pay as much as the hospital is billing you for. call your health insurance provider first, and POLITELY request clarification, always remember that the person you are talking to is human and this is just their job, and then you will very likely find out you actually only owe $500.
don’t shout at anyone about it, don’t get mad, just understand that this is The Way Things Are right now and call your health insurance provider before paying the bill your hospital just sent you. there’s a chance the hospital bill might be correct, true, but call your health insurance provider.
everything we did in arizona, to get out the vote, was destroyed because almost all independents who reregistered as democrats were booted off by a “computer glitch” and didn’t allow them to vote. not to mention the 3 to 6 hour (in the arizona heat) wait time just to fucking vote.
i want to cry, i want to scream, i want out of this fucking state, and this fucking country
we could’ve won arizona, but voter suppression fucked us over, and no one will do a damn thing about it cause those in charge are bought off in the first place
This is not acceptable.
My heart is literally breaking. Everyone worked their asses off. Everyone was calling people and letting others know that they have to be registered democrat. We were all going door to door and making thousands of phone calls.
And our government goes behind our backs and fucking changes it back on them and claims it to be a “computer glitch.”
I’m furious, I’m angry, I’m sad, I’m fucking tired.
The second one still needs like 60k more signatures!!!
For anyone who lives near Phoenix - tomorrow (Monday 3/28) at 10 am, the House Elections Committee will meet publicly with AZ
Secretary of State Michelle Reagan and County Recorder Helen Purcell.
They will be taking public comments so it’s important to show up and share your story.
Why this isn’t being mentioned anywhere in the mainstream media is beyond me. Well, it’s not really but you know.
This is the info I got from reddit (who got it from Facebook…).
WHAT: A Special Meeting of the House Elections Committee to address
voter concerns from the Presidential Preference Election. Share your
story!
WHEN: Monday, March 28th at 10 am
WHERE: House Hearing Room 4, Arizona State Capitol
vampires always like “i could kill you if I wanted” like? yeah? so could another human being. so could a dog. so could a dedicated duck. you arent special
So from an augury perspective, it is fair to say that Bernie has the approval of the sparrow, and Donald lacks the qualities necessary to please the eagle.
BUT BEYOND THAT! Even if you don’t buy into augury, let’s look at bird behavior.
Bernie, with all his hand waving and the volume of his voice attracted the interest of a sparrow, a small, non-predatory animal. This means that despite his motion and volume, it saw him and went “this man is not a threat to me”.
Donald Douche, on the other hand, sat still next to a trained predatory bird, and the bird was so uncomfortable with him that it attacked him. Straight attacked him. He wasn’t waving his arms or being loud, just existing next to the bird it felt threatened and attacked him.
So there’s that.
This is an awesome post.
To be fair, the eagle had a good reason to attack Drumpf. During the shoot, Drumpf was told to hold the bird closer to him because it would be a more steady perch. But instead, he held him as far away from him as possible which made the perch unsteady and nearly dropped him. The second photo, the one of him being attacked at the desk is when he was reaching for the eagle’s tether. The eagle recognized him as ‘that guy that dropped him’ and attacked him.
So to read this into augury- Drumpf was attacked not simply because because he lacks the necessary qualities associated with the eagle, but because the eagle remembers that he mishandles those qualities (protection, opportunity, freedom, etc) in a way that harms them.
You don’t have to be grateful that it isn’t worse.
read that.
read it again, and again, and again.
somebody, somewhere, always has it worse than you. there is one person on this planet that has it the worst of all, and that person is NOT the only person allowed to be unhappy with their lot.
if things are bad for you, they are bad for you. period.
This goes for trauma as well. A lot of times survivors get trapped in a cycle of minimizing/diminishing their trauma because “other people have it worse” - but there is no hierarchy of trauma. There is no ranking system for which traumas are “better” or “worse.” Your trauma is valid. Period.
I honestly don’t understand why there aren’t more people who, when given the platform to discuss minimum wage, don’t simply distill it to the simplest of facts:
A forty hour work week is considered full time.
It’s considered as such because it takes up the amount of time we as a society have agreed should be considered the maximum work schedule required of an employee. (this, of course, does not always bear out practically, but just follow me here)
A person working the maximum amount of time required should earn enough for that labor to be able to survive. Phrased this way, I doubt even most conservatives could effectively argue against it, and out of the mouth of someone verbally deft enough to dance around the pathos-based jabs conservative pundits like to use to avoid actually debating, it could actually get opps thinking.
Therefore, if an employee is being paid less than [number of dollars needed for the post-tax total to pay for the basic necessities in a given area divided by forty] per hour, they are being ripped off and essentially having their labor, productivity, and profit generation value stolen by their employer.
Wages are a business expense, and if a company cannot afford to pay for its labor, it is by definition a failing business. A company stealing labor to stay afloat (without even touching those that do so simply to increase profit margins and/or management/executive pay/bonuses) is no more ethical than a failing construction company breaking into a lumber yard and stealing wood.
Our goal as a society should be to protect each other, especially those that most need protection, not to subsidize failing businesses whose owners could quite well subsidize them on their own.
I wish I had this post two hours ago.
A living wage should enable a middle class lifestyle, not just basic necessities. It should enable necessities, leisure, and savings, or else we’re also saying that there are people who deserve to devote the entirety of their productivity to surviving another week of labor in order to do more labor with no possibility of enrichment or advancement.
Your child pours all the toothpaste into the sink. Your kid cuts their own hair. Your baby gets into your lipstick and decides to put it on the dog. Your child cries because their crush doesn’t like them. That’s kids will be kids.
Your child calls other children homophobic, racist, or misogynistic slurs. Your child steals or tells other children that they’re not allowed to play in certain areas. Your kid punches their crush when that child doesn’t reciprocate their feelings. That is NOT “kids will be kids” and you as the parent or teacher need to put a stop to it.
Discipline & respect.
Message!
ONE MORE TIME FOR THE HARD HEADED PARENTS IN THE BACK
My boss called me “Tyrone” on accident (My name is Tyrand). She apologized and bought me lunch to make up for it. I didn’t think twice about it, since I’m used to getting called every variant of “Ty-(fill in blank here)”. Then later on I read a quote she keeps in her work area that made me feel kinda special.
“During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: “What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?” Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. “Absolutely,” said the professor. “In your careers you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say ‘Hello’.”
I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.“
Giving their neighbors their rations claiming that the government fucked up that week because they noticed that they’re going without trying to feed their kids.
Signing up for the draft cuz, “Fuck it. We can’t die by their weapons anyway. I’ll fight for the country I’ve lived in for the past century.”
Vampire nurses who know when the blood’s gone bad or what type of blood you need (because blood typing was fairly new during WWII).
The baby faced forever 18 vampire siting with the older soldiers cuz he’s seen the same shit they’ve seen, even though he can’t tell them. They’re all watching the young “I’m going to be a hero” boys, sadly waiting for the ball to drop.
The vampire that has to explain how he was the only survivor in the ambush and why the enemy is torn to shreds.
The vampire solider, holding his best mate since his childhood begging and crying, “Please, let me do this.” But his mate won’t let him because he’s more afraid of living forever and watching the world move on without him.
Then, 70 years later, they come to the memorial, to commemorate everyone that fought, everyone that fell, and an old man looks at him strangely and says, “You look just like your Grandfather.”
PLEASE THIS IS THE KIND OF VAMPIRE STORY I WANT TO READ *GOSH*
These posts make me unreasonably cranky. So cranky, in fact, that every time a new one of these goddamn things crosses my dash, I’m just going to dissect them. Both for the edification of newer writers and because fuck these lists.
As mentioned in previous posts: These are not synonyms for whispered. You can’t use them interchangeably. Let’s go through them.
“Well,” she whispered, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character is speaking in a voice so low it’s become words made of breath, probably because she doesn’t want to be heard.
“Well,” she murmured, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character is saying this very quietly, but above a whisper. She may be talking to herself.
“Well,” she mumbled, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character is speaking under her breath in low enough tones that her words may sound unclear or slurred. Also very possibly talking to herself.
“Well,” she muttered, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character is speaking lowly, but more clearly than a mumble. She sounds angry, irritated, or dully frustrated.
“Well,” she breathed, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
Breathing words may mean relief, exasperation, or exhaustion, and sound half like a sigh. Oh, look—
“Well,”she sighed, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character is almost certainly not happy. She’s speaking in a tired, heavy breath.
“Well,” she hissed, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character’s words are coming out in low, very sharp breaths. She sounds angry, irritated, or maybe just in an intense moment.
“Well,” she mouthed, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character is using the barest hint of her voice, if any at all. Her lips are silently forming the syllables.
“Well,”she uttered, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
Using uttered in this particular type of descriptive sense actually just sounds awkward. That said, ‘utter’ sounds like a word that implies speech in low yet strong and loud tones, well-enunciated, like someone preaching.
“Well,” she intoned, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The tone of her voice is dull and flat, with little variance in pitch. She is saying this without much emotion (intentionally or not).
Fuck “susurrated”.
“Well,” she purred, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The manner she’s speaking in is silky, smooth, and particularly pleased; quite possibly smug. In this particular example, this implies she probably does have a choice about [whatever it is] and is being facetious.
“Well,” she said in an undertone, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
This is bad, because an undertone is something that needs describing. That’s like saying “her dress was a color”.
“Well,”she gasped, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character is speaking in a sharp intake of breath, probably brought on by surprise or shock. She could also be short of breath, being strangled or something.
“Well,” she hinted, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character has particular (duh) hint-hint tones in her voice as she speaks to someone. One can just imagine her leaning over closer to their ear.
“Well,” she said low, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
Her voice has dropped below normal pitch, but is above a whisper. There’s a certain amount of dullness in the tone, probably.
“Well,” she said, into his ear, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
This implies nothing about the actual voice, just that she’s literally speaking right into his ear (perhaps at normal volume, which would be painful). It doesn’t, on its own, carry any connotations of tone or emotion.
“Well,” she said softly, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
I have a personal beef with the word “softly” on account of writers in a certain area of a certain MMO that use that word for fucking everything; speech, movement, touch, footsteps, because it helps to passively describe their character as delicate and pretty or something.
It’s a personal beef. There’s nothing really wrong with the word. Moving on.
Saying something softly implies not only a lowered pitch but a certain gentleness (or at least lack of weight) in tone.
“Well,” she said under her breath, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
This is very like muttered, murmured, etc — it sounds (dur) breathier, and is more likely to imply a person talking to themselves.
“Well,” she said in hushed tones, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
Now you’re getting closer to an equal term for “whispered”; hushed tones could mean that, or half-whispered. It does imply a certain amount of whisperiness or breathiness. It also implies a deliberate attempt to be quiet.
“Well,” she insinuated, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
Like with ‘uttered’, this feels grammatically weird in that it’s usually a thing a person describes another person as doing (“Greg didn’t say it, but he insinuated it!”), but whatever. It’s similar to hinting; it means you’re trying to imply or subtly convey something, but has nothing to do with actual whispers.
tl;dr Those words are all different, these lists are terrible writing advice and people need to stop pulling tangentially-related words from the thesaurus and saying they all mean the same thing.
as i tell my students:
“use the precise word, not the word that kinda sorta fits or ‘sounds more impressive’ ”
okay when I started this series I sort of assumed sauron did not actually have fans
i hadn’t been on the internet long enough, apparently
is a Maia of Aulë; that never ends well
has as many names as Túrin Turambar without the excuse of being an angsty teenager
tortures finrod’s backup singers to death in his dungeons
sinks a continent with the socratic method
sends out the werewolves one by one to fight Lúthien what
for that matter why couldn’t he figure out who finrod is without the torture? how many blonde Elven princes were there in Beleriand at the time?
there were two. finrod and orodreth. and tbh if you can’t figure out whether the Elf who just challenged you to a song duel is Finrod or Orodreth then you don’t deserve to be Melkor’s right hand
oh, yeah, chief lieutenant of the embodiment of evil there’s a case that that is problematic
