Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

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I don’t understand why High School Musical 4 is going to get an entire new cast when all they had to do was set it at Chad and Ryan’s wedding

Sharpay - mellowed out some with age, still struggling to make it big, chronically single - insists she’s happy for Ryan but quickly devolves into her obligatory show-stopper about how she’s sick of waiting to meet someone who’s right for her. (Mostly the song entails Sharpay singing her ridiculously long laundry list of requirements while trying on bedazzled wedding dresses.)

There’s a running gag that Troy is supersupersuper late for the wedding. We may or may not ever actually see him, since Zac Efron didn’t even come to the damn ten year reunion and is apparently a huge party pooper. What we do see is Gabriella on the phone with him every fifteen minutes or so, urging him to hurry up. Eventually she decides that he’s obviously stuck in traffic because he doesn’t care about their friends enough and wonders if she should break up with him. Cue the obligatory once-a-movie Gabriella Is Sad song.

Taylor and Chad are SUPER amicable exes and she’s organizing the entire wedding with an iron fist. Chad and Ryan didn’t have to do anything. Kelsey is on piano. Zeke is baking their cake, obvs.

Troy is SUPPOSED TO BE Chad’s best man, but again, he’s supersupersuper late. At one point while Gabriella’s on the phone with him, Chad runs up behind her and yells “DUDE. GETCHA HEAD IN THE GAME” into the phone.

Sharpay elbows someone in the face to catch the bouquet when it gets thrown. Like, violently. It’s played for laughs, of course, but we all know that Kelsey/Jason/whoever should probably be in the hospital.

Assuming they can lock down Zefron, the movie will inevitably end up being about them. Troy proposed during the damn reception. Gabriella cries. Taylor and Kelsey are screaming. Sharpay is immediately trying to become Gabriella’s best friend and call dibs on being her maid of honor. Ryan looks affronted at this hijacking but nobody notices. 

tHE FUCKING WEDDING COLORS ARE WHITE AND RED JUST SO CHAD CAN SCREAM “WILDCATS” AS SOON AS HE’S DONE BEING PRONOUNCED RYAN’S LAWFULLY WEDDED HUSBAND 

Sharpay and Zeke reconnect after that moment at the of HSM1 where they were a thing for like 10 seconds. Sharpay Learns a Valuable Lesson about how maybe you don’t need a guy who’s perfectly perfect in every way when you’ve got once who’s a total sweetheart and can bake like a mofo.

Ryan brings some girl he knows from Broadway who’s like his best dancer or something. She spends the entire wedding flirting with Kelsey and making her all flustered. Everyone is trying to get them together.

It ends with an elaborate musical number at the reception. Possibly there’s a self-aware joke about how Ryan emailed everyone the choreography for it months ago, so they all better know it by now. It probably turns into a reprise of We’re All In This Together and then I cry into my popcorn for 6 hours

~the end~

HOW DOES THIS HAVE SO MANY NOTES ARE Y'ALL SERIOUS

slyrider:

fallingthroughfandoms:

Honestly this drive to make tv shows darker each season is so annoying if I wanted to feel sick to my stomach for hours I would watch the news not my favourite tv program

@words-writ-in-starlight

Oh my God I could snarl about this trend for HOURS, okay, like, listen, just LISTEN, if your TV show is 100% non-stop hardcore tragedy, and you just ante up at the end of every season, that loses its appeal, okay (SPN, I am looking AT YOU, you had potential, I have mentally rewritten everything past Season 3 to my satisfaction, I wrote AN ENTIRE GODDAMN NOVEL as a result of how angry I was, that’s how hardcore I am; SPN is gonna be my negative example here and I’m just not even sorry, that’s what fucking HAPPENS).  

Because the reason tragedy is TRAGIC is because it’s not the fucking status quo, okay, like, that’s how this works.  If every other episode is someone dying or abandoning their morals or fighting with someone they claim to love (GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING WINCHESTERS, OKAY, IF YOUR WHOLE PLOT IS GOING TO BE ABOUT HOW YOU WOULD DIE FOR YOUR BROTHER, I EXPECT YOU TO ACT LIKE IT, JESUS GOD), then that’s not interesting anymore, and furthermore it’s not sustainable.  Sooner or later something gives out and here’s the thing, HERE IS THE THING, it’s always, always the character.  Not in, like, some emotional ‘poor fragile baby’ way, I mean in the hard and fast writing-a-believable-character way.  After a certain point, that shit falls flat.  If your character’s ONLY defining trait is how miserable they always are, and how much they want out of their life, and how tired they are of their life, that is a one-note character, that is a caricature, and you have officially lost my interest.  Your characters have to carry the show, okay, and that means that they have to be complete, dynamic people at all times, and THAT means that, even if it is Tragedy Train Central, they can’t just fucking mope about it okay.

AND AS LONG AS WE’RE ON THE SUBJECT, anteing up at the end of every season, raising the stakes…um, that’s an expiration-date sort of thing.  That’s not sustainable in the long-term.  That’s how you get into trouble.  Because sooner or later, you will have ante’d up past the point of rationality (*cough* SPN) and you will have really fucked up any perspective on what your character actually cares about (also see “Winchesters comma The”).  Like, all right, y’all, look, if you’re going to ante up every season, bring in a bigger threat, then you need to PACE YOURSELF.  Do NOT just go straight for “Literally the biggest bad in the universe,” do not just pit your characters against the Apocalypse and avert it outright and then just come back the next season with ANOTHER Apocalypse.  (There are times where ‘multiple Apocalypses’ can become a running joke, see: Buffy, but you gotta spotlight that shit and have your characters be blase about it, okay, if you’ve done three possible Apocalypses in a year, your characters have to treat this like just another day at work.)  Because you know what, after the fifth time I’m promised A Real Actual Facts Biblical Apocalypse that everyone is so worried about, I am going to be expecting that you shit or get off the pot.  Give me your goddamn rain of fire or S T O P.  Similarly, if you make something a huge plot point for a season or two, like one of your characters being Not What We Thought (Sam Winchester), or being Possibly Corrupted By Evil (Sam, and then Dean, and then Sam, and then Dean, and then Cas, and then I stopped watching), you need to CARRY THROUGH.  The thing I’m specifically thinking of here is the Sam thing in the first couple seasons, the whole “well he’s a hunter but also demon blood” thing that they devoted two seasons to.  Like.  You can set that up, totally, I set up a novel on that premise so I’m not going to judge, but then you need to stick to your guns.  It’s a risky move, plot-wise, because it explicitly aligns a protagonist with the Dark Side, as it were.  It’s Plot Russian Roulette.  But then you have to pull the trigger.  You can’t flinch and drop that plot point once you’ve put a lot of time and effort into it.  Because once you drop THAT alignment with the Dark Side, you’re going to feel compelled to ante up (see above) and that will get out of hand and your characters will suddenly need to ante up from SATAN, literal goddamn SATAN, and like I’m sorry but that…that’s just fucking embarrassing.

TL;DR: I have a chip on my shoulder the size of Mount Rushmore, tragedy is only interesting if it’s unusual, characters are only interesting if they’re not one-note, and go ahead and play Plot Roulette, but don’t flinch when you pull the trigger.  And SPN flunked all of these criteria, thus the chip.

queenofthebadgers:

The Presbyterian church by my apartment has two signs out that make me very happy. One is a rainbow sign that says “affirming all god’s children since 18(whatever year)” and the other says “to all our Muslim neighbors, blessed Ramadan”. And I’m like LOOK AT THAT. REAL CHRISTIANS.

stephrc79:

howler32557038:

Since joining Tumblr, I’ve met a lot of young queer people. Look, I’m a bisexual man in a gay relationship, and I’m approaching 30. I was still a kid when Matthew Shepard’s story was being covered on the news. I remember thinking, “I better keep my mouth shut about these feelings I’m having.”

And then I met Dominic when I was 12, and people could see how in love we were. And we got the shit beat out of us. The year I met him, some kids in the grade above me held me down against the bleachers in our gym and stomped on my hand until my fingers broke. Instead of sending me to the nurse, the teacher sent me to the assistant principal to explain the situation. She asked why the kids had beat me up. I said, “They were calling me gay.”

Her response was, “Well, are you?”

My, “I don’t know,” earned a call to my parents, and I was outed. Efforts were made to keep me from seeing Dom. Throughout high school, Dom’s stepmother intensified these efforts. He slept in the basement of the house. Although he was an incredibly talented student, he was prohibited from participating in any extracurriculars. He suffered a lot of physical abuse during those years.

The day he turned 18, he packed up everything he had and walked to my house, and we’ve lived together ever since. Things are better, but they’re not perfect. I’ve had trucks pull up next to me at stoplights and, seeing the pride sticker on my car, through old drinks and garbage into my window. I no longer speak to my dad’s side of the family. I haven’t been to see them for Christmas or Thanksgiving in years. One of my uncles had cornered me at Thanksgiving when I was 17 and said, “I’m not going to judge you, but I’d be happy to break your neck so God can do the judging a little sooner.”

I joined a support group for trans and intersex people. When I joined, 40 people attended regularly. Within the year, the group was half the size it had been. Some couldn’t make it anymore, because they were staying at the shelter, where their stay hinged on them agreeing to instead to attend homophobic sermons. Some were put in correctional therapy. Five of them died. Three of those, I didn’t know, but I knew Alex, the 19 year old who was fag-dragged in Kentucky and died a day later in the hospital, and I knew Stephanie, who went home to Alabama to care for her mom in hospice and was beaten to death with a baseball bat by her mom’s boyfriend.

Tumblr is not reality. The dynamic here does not reflect the dynamic out there. Here’s the part where I finally make a point, and it might be extremely unpopular - but guys, value your allies. Value each other. We are met with enough hate in our daily lives to enter an online safe-space and meet more hate from our own, over petty things. Don’t go after one another over every little thing you find problematic.

Learn to see nuance. Maybe the word “queer” bothers you, and you see a gay man using it as an umbrella term. Maybe someone called a trans man a trans woman because they’re confused about terminology, but the post where they did it was voicing support for the trans community. Maybe someone is just asking a question, wanting to learn more. Stop. Attacking. These. People.

Allies are being driven away. Members of our own community are being ostracized. Others are feeling nervous and estranged, and it’s largely because of places like Tumblr, where the social justice movement is quickly becoming violent and radical. I am begging you, stop nitpicking “problematic” things and start directing your efforts to create real change. When it comes to comes to your allies, forget the “social justice warrior” mentality and put down your torch. Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving. And I’m certainly not saying that your anger doesn’t have a good place - when you are met with bigots on the street, congress members who want to pass hateful laws, violent protesters, abusive parents, prejudiced teachers, that is when you need to be a warrior. That’s when it counts. In the real world. When you have the opportunity to protect people from real harm. Attacking your would-be allies via anonymous asks is just going to lose us ground in the long run. And we don’t have time for that, not when trans women of color are being murdered every day, not when states are still fighting against marriage equality, not when there are politicians in office who believe that trans people are possessed by demons, not when we’ve just lost 50 brothers and sisters to one gunman, not when the media won’t even admit that the attack was homophobic.

Please step back. Look at the big picture. Look at where we are, globally. Don’t just log on to your safe space and attack your allies over small missteps. That’s like washing the dishes in a house that’s on fire, kids. Let’s fight on the battlefield, and when we come home to each other, let’s just focus on bandaging up our wounds so we can go out and win the war.

Signal boost to this unbelievably important message.

frozen-void:

theravenofwynter:

twodefenestrate:

hoppspindel:

winjennster:

ceilingninja:

angryinkeddrunk:

gem-power:

calendiles:

Are you gonna survive?

My dad, Charlie Sheen and a gigantic firebreathing monster woman

My husband, the girl from Underworld, and a chicken….

My coworker, Guy Fieri, and nightcrawler.

My ex husband, Dean Winchester, Jared Padalecki. Huh. I’ll be ok.

Mom, Christy Plunkett and Loki. Uuh well I sure hope we can count on Loki to save us lol

My best friend, the Irish pirate queen Grace O’Malley, and Loki. Sounds good to me!

Instead of the last show I watched I’m going with videogames because I haven’t watched TV properly in 5 months and I don’t remember what I watched…

3 of my best friends [group chat!], Commander Shepard and Odin’s raven……..

I’d say I’m gonna me alright ^^

My sister, Daredevil, and Leonard “Bones” McCoy.

Someone I know, a fighter with great hearing, and a doctor

I think I’ll be fine

Adler, Michael Weston of Burn Notice, and a tiny angry bird.  Disregarding the bird: a linguist and excellent administrator/negotiator, a professional spy/killer, and myself, a trained EMT and pre-med student who can build a bomb with household chemicals.

I think we’ll be okay.

hsavinien:

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mark-helsing:

WHENEVER YOU SEE THIS POST ON YOUR DASH, STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND WRITE ONE SENTENCE FOR YOUR CURRENT PROJECT.

Just one sentence. Stop blogging for one minute and write a single sentence. It could be dialogue, it could be a nice description of scenery, it could be a metaphor, I don’t care. The point is, do it. Then, when you finish, you can get back to blogging.

If this gets viral, you might just have your novel finished by next Tuesday.

Goddamn it, it’s back.

If it stays back, I might manage to finish a third story this year. Jesus.

I swear, this is now my only writing motivation.

BACK AGAIN??? Sigh. 

Okay, sorry if anyone gets sick of this, but it’s the best way for me to get myself to write.

angelicky:

thegestianpoet:

do you ever wonder what people say about you behind your back but like in a good way? like what are the #reviews 

new ask meme: send me these #reviews 👀

writtenrain:

• Why stop at capitalism? Destroy everything.
  
  
• Guys it’s been three weeks since I’ve eaten a vegetable
  
  
• At least we have memes to dull the pain of existence
  
  
• An AP student: Oh my god I thought seven was less than six 
  
  
• (while filling the cap of their water bottle with water) SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS 
  
  
• friend one: If all your friends jumped off a bridge wou-
  friend two: probably
  
  
• I’M GONNA GO HOME AND DRINK A WHOLE GLASS OF WEED
  
  
• If cows ruled the world would they drink human milk?
  
  
• student: my calculator is broken
  teacher: your calculator isn’t broken, you’re broken
  
  
• no actually I think you have to be of age to be considered a cougar
  
  
• (during math class on the second floor) student 1: so like how far do you think the distance is from that window to the ground?  
  student 2: enough
  
  
• teacher: has anyone ever been to New Orleans?
  Student: does Popeyes count?
  
  
• my word count on this paper isn’t very high but I certainly am
  
  
• we’re in adult limbo. I’m not a teen and I’m not an adult. I’M SUFFERING, THAT’S WHAT I AM!
  
  
• Look at my… (swings leg up to show shorts) not pants

thesnicketfile:

1. Do not start with the thank you.

2. Start with any other sentence. If you first say, “Thank you for the nice sweater,” you can’t imagine what to write next. Say, “It was so wonderful to come home from school to find this nice sweater. Thank you for thinking of me on Arbor Day.”

3. Then you’re done.

I recommend learning how to write a very good thank-you note. A child who can write a nice thank-you note can turn into a cocaine dealer five years later and be remembered as the child who wrote nice thank-you notes.

oneshortdamnfuse:

just-shower-thoughts:

Is it the s or c silent in scenario?

The word “scenario” is related to the Latin word “scena” which means “scene,” but in Latin the “c” made the [k] sound. Over time, the [k] sound was dropped but Latin based words retained their “sc” spelling. So, technically the “c” is silent and the “s” is not. It is still included even though we don’t say it. This happens a lot in English where the pronunciation of older words have changed, but the spelling has remained relatively the same. Now, you don’t have to worry about it anymore. Have a nice day.

hatelyn:

I’m not even going to lie, I judge people, and I judge them hard. if I see a person with some wacky ass clothes on or a girl wearing bright blue eyeshadow up to her super thin arched sharpie looking eyebrows ya I’m judging them because I personally don’t agree with their choices, but I keep my mouth shut and keep my damn opinions to myself because I’m not a piece a shit who wants to put others down. it’s perfectly okay to not agree with someones choices, but there is absolutely no reason for you to tell them that you think what they’re doing is wrong or to tell them that you don’t like how they look or dress or act. THERE IS NO FUCKING REASON FOR IT. stop talking shit and then defending yourself by saying “oh well i’m just stating my opinions!!! freedom of speech!!!!” you’re not just innocently stating your opinions, you’re being a jerk. 

doctorwithafryingpan:

copperbadge:

sci-fantasy:

copperbadge:

sanerontheinside:

fireandwonder:

Somewhere in the Leverage universe, there is a conspiracy theorist trying to prove that a certain minor league baseball player, a Canadian hockey player, and an American country music singer are all the same person. They have a file with various news printouts, and keep trying to upload them to a website, but every time they do, the site mysteriously crashes, threads go missing on discussion boards, and all electronic records of this man have simply vanished.

Three years later a man comes to Portland and settles down in this brewery, cuz somebody said it wasn’t a half-bad place to get food. And then he sees the chef. 

Turns out he’s a half-decent researcher and very good at finding people who desperately need help, and he eventually gets hired as a “marketing associate” for the pub.

The order’s wrong. He gets a job offer from Leverage International, that’s why he goes to Portland in the first place.

He doesn’t understand why they picked a brewpub for the interview (and what the hell is up with the house beer? Weird name, weirder flavor, but the server just smiles and says it’s an acquired taste and he may want to start acquiring it…), until the chef is his second interview of three.

“I wasn’t even looking for a job,” Bobby said, checking to make sure his charging cords were all secure in the flap of the laptop carry-on case as they pulled up to the airport drop-off zone. “I’m still not sure it’s not a scam.”

“Lot of effort to go to for a scam,” his sister pointed out, deftly flinging the car across three lanes to try and get a good spot at the curb. 

“I mean I guess even if it is a scam they paid for my flight out to Portland. I hear it’s a nice town.”

Keep reading

THIS IS FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC AND I WANT TO READ MORE!!!

221bitssmallerontheoutside:

losto-vae:

The way we perceive time and history is so weird
I get so tripped out when I think about how Cleopatra lived closer tot he iPhone being invented than she did to the Great Pyramids being built. Or how Stonehenge would have already been ruins when Jesus walked the earth or how Oxford University is older than the Aztec Empire or how Anne Frank and MLK were born in the same year like man this it’s all so crazy

this fucked me up

seriouslyamerica:

Every time there’s a mass shooting people climb all over themselves screaming “HOW DARE YOU POLITICIZE THIS TRAGEDY? THE VICTIMS WOULDN’T WANT THIS.”

So this is my official declaration that if I’m ever the victim of some asshole’s gun fetish, PLEASE POLITICIZE THAT TO IMPROVE GUN LAWS.

whreflections:

nyarnamaitar:

justwantfundementalrights:

feathersmoons:

giraffepoliceforce:

“Are you really going to vote for Clinton just because she isn’t Trump?”

Yes? I would literally elect Chef Boyardee because he isn’t Trump.

My dear Americans: 

When we here in Canada had our last election, we made a massive effort to vote strategically. There were even groups here who (since we don’t elect our PM directly but rather elect a ruling party) were literally going around making sure everyone knew who in their voting area was most likely to beat the Conservative candidate so that we WOULD NOT GET HARPER. 

At the time I explained at length to many people how at that point, @tkingfisher‘s beagle Gir would make a better PM than Harper. Then I paused and thought, “hey, she lost a dog … relatively recently? In the last year? Was that the beagle? I can’t remember.  … anyway it doesn’t matter, because her beagle would make a better PM than Harper even if said beagle were dead.” 

You, my dear Americans, are now in this same position. Gir, all by himself with no advisors, would still make a better President than that POS, even if he were dead (the beagle, not that jerk; I am not sure that life or lack thereof would make much difference to that jerk’s presidency). 

You are not voting for anyone at this point. You are voting against Trump. 

Do not be a fucking moron and end up with Trump because you didn’t vote against him. Because Gir, even if dead, would make a better president. Do not mistake politics for a lifelong statement on your values. You will not benefit anyone or make any kind of statement by doing something that makes that piece of crap more likely to get elected, and every vote not cast for his best competition (that is, the person most likely to beat him, whoever they are!) is something that makes his election more likely. 

Do not do this, my darling Americans. 

Ideals are great. But so is long-term strategic thinking, and all of you young Americans reading me have many many years left of voting and doing your best to bring change and improvement to your country … unless you are foolish enough to let that jerk win. 

In which case we all lose. 

So please don’t be fucking stupid. Whoever the not-Trump nominee is, vote for them. Even if you don’t like them. Because you are not voting for whoever that is; you are voting against That Jerk. 

Okay? Okay. 

^^^^^ SERIOUSLY
I’ve hear some people (relatively well-educated people, too) say that they’d vote Trump over Hillary because they actually think she’d be worse.
Let me explain something, hun. Clinton might not be the world’s most model candidate, but she has decades of policy experience and is intelligent and educated. Her main problems are some unfortunate past decisions (which any politician of her tenure will have), and that she seems to lack some charisma.
El Trumpador, on the other hand, is a deeply unsuccessful and dishonest businessman who makes lewd comments about women– including his own daughters– and is overtly racist. Are you fucking kidding me? The man can’t even handle a hotel chain; how the hell do you expect him to handle the most overpowered country on the planet? Would you be able to sleep at night if you knew that if something happened, that bleached baboon’s ass would the the one in the situation room? That’s not to mention the bigotry! Please take the election seriously.

@ people who think Hillary is somehow worse than Trump: stop being deluded. Hillary may be not the ideal presidential candidate and she may touch all of your alarm buttons but /please/, if you can’t see the difference between her and the orange creep, I don’t have a lot to say to you. Vote strategically. If Bernie doesn’t become the democratic candidate, please use your common sense and vote for Hillary. Voting for Hillary =/ compromising your progressive beliefs. It means saving your country from the disaster that would be president Trump.

Yeah, like…I legitimately loathe Hillary.  I think she’s horrible and have for years.  I can’t stand her as a person, or as a politician and in most elections I would have a similar reaction of my chosen candidate being ‘not Hillary’ whoever that may be….but in this election that’s not the case.  You can’t even begin to compare her and Trump, so much as she disgusts me, I’ll have to vote for her if it comes to that.  

Today has not been a good day so I’m not at my usual optimist level, but tbh if it’s that hard for /me/ to stomach voting for Hillary?  I can’t imagine that she’d actually win if it came down to her and Trump, because I hate him an extreme amount and for people who don’t, he’s probably gonna seem far more palatable than her.  

adhd-is:

For me…

ADHD is sitting in the dining hall with my friends and being able to tune into every other conversation besides the one at my own table.

ADHD is having a thought, opening my phone to follow through with it, and completely blanking on why my phone is now unlocked.

ADHD is procrastinating a 10+ page paper because something tells me I just can’t work on it right now, or I have way more time and there’s no reason to do it.

ADHD is making too many ridiculous connections in my head, then losing the conversation because I just went on such a different train of thought.

ADHD is being able to invest myself in 4 hours of tv/movies but not being able to sit down and do 5 minutes of necessary paperwork.

thexfiles:

killing fan favorite characters for shock value will never, ever be a stroke of writer’s room genius

b0yhaveidied:

don’t let tumblr make you believe that you have to have:

-a dollar to your name

-an acre of land

-a troop to command

-a dollop of fame

it’s okay if all you have is:

-your honor

-a tolerance for pain

-a couple of college credits

-your top notch brain

meripihka7:

The problem with shipping a niche ship: you read all the fanfiction in one afternoon and if you want some more you have to write it yourself.

The problem with shipping a popular ship: 16,835 results on AO3. You start playing with tags and sorting through it, full of determination, confident that with so many fanfics you’re bound to find something you’ll like. Two hours, 30 instances of awful writing, 8 squick-outs,13 wtf AUs and 157 just plain uninteresting later you have to rush back to the canon to even remember why you liked the ship in the first place.

phiralovesloki:

hmwhatthehell:

do u ever feel like you’ve accidentally tricked certain people into thinking you are smarter and have more potential than you actually do and do you ever think about how disappointed they’ll be when you inevitably crash and burn

Yes. It’s called Imposter Syndrome! It’s incredibly common (REALLY common), especially among women.

Imposter Syndrome is a state of mind in which you are convinced that your successes and accomplishments are either just because of luck or circumstance, or that they don’t exist at all and that you’ve just fooled people into believing you’ve accomplished something. It’s very stressful because you’re also convinced that people are going to discover that you’re a fraud.

One way to avoid “being discovered” is to outwardly downplay and devalue your accomplishments. This way, you’re telling people to expect less of you so they won’t be disappointed in you later on.

Another way to do this is to avoid taking on professional/academic projects that might help your career. If you’re convinced you’re going to be found out as a fraud, you’re not going to try to compete with a qualified coworker for the same high-profile client, are you?

And then, of course, you create a self-fulfilling prophecy. If you never try to move upwards (because you’re convinced you’d fail), people will stop providing you with opportunities to do so. If you downplay your accomplishments, people will believe that your accomplishments aren’t so great and will treat you that way.

And what’s so frustrating is that, well, you’re NOT a fraud. You haven’t fooled anyone–there’s no lie being told. You really DID do all those great things. You really ARE capable. It wasn’t luck or chance or circumstance–it was you!

If the original post describes how you feel, I urge you to look up Imposter Syndrome and start treating yourself better!

ittybittytatertot:

bifca:

goddessofidiocy:

goddessofidiocy:

“ezra miller is going to be the first lgbt+ person to play a superhero!!”

i mean yes he’s going to be the first to get a solo movie but

oh, and:

all im getting from this post are that the x-men are really gay

I mean, mutation became a solid allegory for BEING GAY.

So yeah, is my point here.