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

boyswanna-be-her:

boyswanna-be-her:

here’s a reminder, too, for some of my younger followers

BAD THINGS HAPPEN IN THE WORLD. it’s important that you learn about what’s going on. but it’s not a requirement that you post about them on your tumblr. it’s ok to blacklist things that upset you if you use tumblr as a safe haven. 

you’re not bad, uninformed, or uncaring because you don’t blog about tragedy, politics, human rights, etc. it doesn’t mean that you aren’t moved by these things. it simply speaks to whatever your personal purpose is when you use tumblr. 

generally you won’t see me talking about current events on tumblr. that’s because this is a visual and personal journal – not a current events blog. sometimes it feels like there’s a lot of pressure to include current events and your stance on them on your blog. that’s not necessary if you don’t want to include those things. 

A few people have reblogged this with tags like “i thought this went without saying” – but for some people (especially young people) i have found that it is NOT so obvious. There is such enormous pressure in the tumblr callout culture to have specific content on your blog. I have been trying to look at the things I take for granted (like this concept) and making sure to talk about them.

Thanks to everyone who has reblogged this for sharing this idea with your followers!

vamp-jewess:

manicpixiedreamdroid:

blame-my-muses:

bloodstainbowbarnacle:

coneycat:

comeon-letsgoandplay:

But now you recall!

Look! Look!

They loves to play!

Rawr!

Their head is just one giant ball of floof!

I can’t even

How do they live? Being so cuTE??

Ugh!!

This has been a PSA. Baby cheetahs are everything good and pure in this world. Please imagine petting the floof head. Please feel better.

Originally posted by dpaf

For anyone who needs this.

@rorleuaisen

i really really needed this today

thank you

@pillarofnutmeg !!!!!!!!

I needed this

It has been such a long day I literally almost burst into fucking tears right here.  I needed baby cheetahs today.

weinsanedreamer:

markiplier-girl96:

castiel-knight-of-hell:

ifellinthefandom:

enter this into the Google search

site:<url of site where you read the fic> <a line you remember from the fic or character names plus a unique detail>

for example:

site:http://archiveofourown.org/ Todd Margo pedicure

Google will search only AO3 and tell you which pages contain the words Todd Margo and pedicure.

REBLOG TO SAVE A LIFE

Reblog to save yourself from torment 

tbonechessor:

leftbouquetarbiter:

listen ok. so there’s that typical horror trope about the family and the haunted house and yadda yadda.

but like, have a movie where this family has gone through many haunted houses before, to the point where they move into this new one and are like ‘okay. fresh start number seven.’ and then basically throughout the movie avoid and deflect any typical horror event from the house like it’s no big deal. 

something’s under the teen girl’s bed? she takes a can of bug spray and some chloroform and uses that shit on the demon creature without turning an eye from whoever she was texting. mom’s cooking and the family’s nowhere to be found? weird creaking noises? she sighs and continues cooking. family comes through the back door later with some blood on them and carrying a few hockey masks. mom doesn’t question it. family looks exhausted and irritated. younger brother walks into his room to find the dog trapped in the wardrobe, wardrobe unable to open? seeping dark smoke and gross liquids? move it and throw some salt around that thang and kick in the back of the wardrobe. dog hops out with a scoff and trots to the door of the room and down the stairs. a shadow follows. lots of growling and snarling and scuffling. a shadow runs fuckin outie back down the hall in fear. dad is in the garage working in the car. car shuts it’s doors and locks them. he is unable to get out. he sighs and starts the car. might as well go get groceries.

family don’t give a fuck.

hello, yes, how much do movies cost and how would I fund this

sproings:

There’s this fic on AO3 that, according to my history page, I have visited 176 times.  Which means I alone am responsible for 176 hits on that fic.  I commented on some of the chapters, but only a few, because I feel like a stalker when I comment every week.  I gave it kudos, but I can only give it one, even though it’s one of my favorites.

So just remember, when you’re looking at that hit count and wondering why you don’t have that same number of kudos (divided by the number of chapters, because each one of those also counts as a hit), it might be because some people out there love your fic.  They read it when they’re feeling down.  They open it in the waiting room at the doctors office, or in the lonesome dark of night.  They turn to it in celebration when they did something right.  They open it over and over so they can send the link to their friends, or just to revisit the characters that they love.  They checked it ten times in one day, hoping that you had updated.

A disparity between hits and kudos does not mean that your readers didn’t like your fic, or that they were too lazy to hit the kudos button.  It means that some of them came back, and there’s nothing that makes me happier about my writing than that.

rainnecassidy:

ASK ME ANYTHING, I WILL ANSWER

macklesufficient:

aintnopartylikeaskeletonparty:

macklesufficient:

macklesufficient:

but did victor frankenstein actually have a phd

no one’s answered my question

i actually don’t think it’s stated anywhere the text what degree he is working on at university, only that his is attending. however, there is no mention of him graduating and when he first goes to university, it is the first time he is attending, so it’s likely that he is only earning his bachelor’s

THIS MOTHERFUCKER WAS AN UNDERGRAD

IMAGINE HEARING ABOUT THE DUDEBRO LIVING NEXT TO U IN THE DORMS “yah dave dropped out cuz he built a fucking person”

dontneedyourheroact:

can you imagine how much the Jaeger Program meant to the poor and weak of the world?

like it is explicitly stated that the rich and powerful lived way inland, safer from the kaiju than those along the Pacific coastlines of the world. Can you imagine the interiors of various countries gentrifying, forcing lower-income families further and further from safety? Can you imagine having to tell your kids that you can’t afford your suddenly hyper-expensive home in, say, Idaho, and your best chance of being able to get an affordable house is on the coast of Oregon, where any day an enormous monster could pop up to say ‘hi fuck all of you’?

can you imagine how beloved the jaeger pilots are by the people on the coast? how happy they are that the battles are taking place out in the ocean rather than on top of their houses?

just

I just want to know precisely everything about the world of Pacific Rim not even just about the pilots I want to know about the average people living on the front lines of this horrible alien war and what sort of things they think about every day and how they live their lives and what kind of dumb blog posts they make and I want to see the riots that started over the Wall because no fuck you, you can’t take away their giant metal protectors and leave them with a wall that’s practically nothing, how dare you

calyxofawildflower:

Hey let’s destroy the pernicious myth that preteens were regularly marrying in medieval and early modern Europe and were having children as young teenagers. It’s just not true. Church records show the typical age people got married was around 18-23. Sure, around a third of brides were pregnant at the time of their marriage, but premarital sex was actually completely fine in medieval and early modern Europe if the couple intended to marry. (Oh look! Another historical fact the Victorian period completely mangled!)

Very young girls were not having babies in medieval times, people. The only people who ever bring this non-fact up are paedophiles looking to defend their dangerous paraphilia. So cut it out. Stop spreading this myth. It’s not historical, it’s not factual, it’s not true.

wordsandshadows:

fanfic that I need to exist:

• Leverage!AU of The Librarians (ie Library crew as grifters etc)
• Librarians!AU of Leverage (ie Leverage crew in the Library)

vintagebattlestar:

i’m really glad “fight me” has replaced “sue me” in the common vernacular because i don’t have any money but i do have Fists and am always angry

remvsxlvpin:

can we give remus lupin some credit for not BURSTING OUT INTO TEARS when he woke up and saw harry on the train?? he hadn’t seen him for more than 10 years and he managed to keep his composure

also

hello

“There was a soft, crackling noise, and a shivering light filled the compartment. Professor Lupin appeared to be holding a handful of flames.” (PoA, pg 83)

BECAUSE FORGET LUMOS, REMUS LUPIN JUST HOLDS FIRE

copperbadge:

campwellsjaha:

• we’re the only ones in this tiny bus shelter and you’ve been crying for 10 minutes and i would give you some privacy but it’s pouring rain out so “do you want to  talk about it,” i guess?
  
• you’ve just moved into my apartment and all i want is a drink but you’ve been in the kitchen for an hour, and you’re going to judge me hardcore for drinking whiskey at noon on a sunday
• you’re my waiter and “yes, i’d like a pitcher of sangria” and “no, i’m not waiting for my friends- this essay isn’t going to write itself, jesus christ”/i work in a pub by campus and am becoming incresingly concerned about the girl who’s on her second pitcher and has an essay due at 7 tonight
• i work in a drive-thru and didn’t realize the speaker was still on and started singing “i am beautiful in every single way” and you heard and were like “i’m sure you are” and i’m mortified and you’re hot
• you’ve been looking through the self-help section at a bookstore for at least 2 hours and this one employee keeps walking by looking more and more concerned every time
• you work in a coffee shop and are in the middle of a hella rendition of ‘total eclipse of the heart’ and get WAY too into it, and a (really hot dammit) customer tried to get your attention by singing “turn around, bright eyes”
• we always get into huge debates in our lectures , and one time it got particularly heated and you threw your computer mouse at me, we got kicked out, and now you’re demanding that i buy you a new one?? who even uses mouses anyways??
• this class is really boring, so maybe i’ve been looking at your laptop over your shoulder, and now i feel like i know you based off the the buzzfeed quizzes that you’ve been taking
• i forgot my copy of Goblet of Fire on this park bench and when i come back to get it this really hot guy is reading it, but he insists that the book is his and holy shit he’s hot, but i will fight him for the book
• we’re in the same photography class and i thought i was alone in the dark room so i’ve been belting out every song on the radio and you don’t chime in until a duet comes on and i hit (and cut) my head on an enlarger because “holy SHIT how long have you been here?”
• my friend and i decided to get tattoos and we’re underage but she knows a guy, so now i’m lying on her kitchen table with my pants half way down my legs and did you REALLY just ask me for my number? is now REALLY the time? 
• we share sheet music in band but i’m terrible at reading it so i bribe you to write in the notes and you decide that a date is suitable payback

• You passed out onto me on the train. Have my water bottle.
  
• I don’t know if my wrist is broken but you are by far the hottest doctor I’ve ever encountered so I hope so. 
• You asked me to help you install your computer in your dorm room because I “look like I know about computers”. I don’t, but I also don’t know anyone on campus yet, so why not try? (And epic fail?)
• You’re in the next seat over at the coffee shop reading my blog on your laptop what no why
• I am shopping in your bookstore and you didn’t notice my mother was standing directly behind me when you really blatantly hit on me.
• Thank you, neighbor, I did set the wall on fire, but only a little and it’s out now, no need to be concerned.
  
• You keep apologizing for playing your trumpet at night in the apartment below mine but you’re actually really good and I kind of enjoy it.
  
• You have the biggest dog I’ve ever seen and every time I see you walking your dog something awesome happens to me. I know it’s very crazy but I think your dog is my lucky charm. 
• We are trapped in this elevator and just barely know each other. To avoid making small talk, let’s call everyone we know and make them entertain us.
  
• I am in this diner so often and I have such a specific order that you have named the order after me.
  

cardozzza:

spanishskulduggery:

jaimetalangue:

weeping-wandrian:

why the fuck does english have a word for

but not for “the day after tomorrow”

???

French has both

English actually does have a word for “the day after tomorrow”. It’s called “overmorrow”. But no one uses that word anymore.

But wait, there’s more! We also have the obsolete word “ereyesterday” for “the day before yesterday”.

@queenconsuelabananahammock

huraxdax-:

words-writ-in-starlight:

fempunkandkittens:

officialaphnetherlands:

ancientnorthmartian:

“Doctors who spent years studying the human body”

Do you mean doctors who spent years learning about abled white cis men’s bodies

do you know anything about the world besides what you read on tumblr

Okay but this is true?? Shut up with your bullshit, the medical industry for a very very long time has used the able bodied white cis male as their standard and that has very real healthcare consequences for a lot of people.

Do you know why most women don’t know when they’re having heart attacks? Why heart attacks kill more women than men? Because symptoms of a heart attack are different for women and the ones that doctors usually recognize and publicize are the symptoms experienced by men. Do you know why it’s so difficult for Black and Brown people to get diagnosed if they have skin cancer? Because doctors have been taught to recognize it on white people. People of size are constantly told that their problems are entirely because of their weight and doctors don’t even bother to look beyond that to be sure that’s the case. So those people have medical conditions go undiagnosed properly for years, and die in the process.  Fuck, even just the fact that people think it’s okay to charge women more for healthcare because “they have extra parts” (?????) is indicative of the way the male body has been considered the standard for fucking ever. And the healthcare needs of disabled people or trans people? Forget about it.

OP is 1000% right. The medical industry has used the able cis white male body as their standard of care for CENTURIES and that has real consequences for the rest of us today. It’s getting better but it’s not where it should be. So fuck off with your snarky commentary, you’re wrong. The healthcare industry is not equipped to handle the needs of people with disabilities, women, PoC, trans people, people of size, etc. and that’s in large part due to the fact that the established body of medical knowledge was created by studying able, cis, white male bodies almost exclusively.

Hey there folks, speaking as a trained EMT and a pre-med student, I can confirm that the above person is approximately 7000% accurate.  In my EMT training, I would repeatedly ask ‘’but what if my patent is a woman” or “what is my patient is a person of color” and at first all I got was shock.  Then I got confused bumbling.  I got some answers–basic symptoms of a heart attack in women, how to recognize cyanosis in someone of color, the basics of how to work with an autistic patient or someone who for whatever reason can’t communicate well with you.  In fact, EMTs and other EMS workers are getting a lot better at learning the differences between the health care for a person of color or someone disabled.  We were even told that we would need to ask our patients for their biological sex (I know, I’m really sorry, I know that there are people who find this intensely uncomfortable or even harmful, but there are real medical reasons for this and most decent EMTs will use whatever pronouns you ask them to).  But most if not all of the answers we were given about women were directly related to gynecological issues.  The guys teaching me?  They were good guys.  Nice.  Funny.  Smart.  Devoted to caring for patients.  Impassioned about protecting people, especially women and teenaged girls, from assault.  Largely not sexist toward me or their coworkers.  Hell, they were even smart enough to say “listen, boys, the women in this class have a higher pain tolerance than you, they just do, and as a rule if a women says their pain is a 5 on a scale of 1-10, assume it’s somewhere around an 8” when a kid laughed during the gyno unit.  But they just didn’t know what to say when I asked “so if you’re supposed to palpate the patient’s chest, what do you do if your patient’s a triple-D” or when I asked “so if your patient gets menstrual migraines, how do you know if this headache is a stroke or not.”  They had never been taught.  This is a real problem, one that many medical professionals work hard to remedy once they start practicing.  But this is not bullshit.  At all.  The standard patient is a cis white guy with no disabilities or chronic illnesses.  It’s a huge fucking problem and I’m going to need you to step down with your bullshit, there, friend.

This has to be true. I mean, it’s the internet….

So I get what you’re saying here.  Internet facts tend to be dubious in nature.  You don’t know me personally.  That’s fine, although I’m not sure why you bothered to reblog for just one snarky sentence.  But, um…you asked in your tags why I didn’t do something about it, if I was so passionate about feminism…you mean like getting a pre-med degree so that I can be a doctor and try to help people?  Because.  Uh.  That’s what I’m doing with my life right now.  And why I got the EMT training I talked about here.  And why I try to help people understand the flaws in the system so that they can help themselves, too.  So.  Yeah.  I stand by what I said. 

Also, you could have messaged me if you just wanted to call me a liar, would’ve been quicker, no?

geekhyena:

emberkyrlee:

OMG there’s a follow-up story to THIS ONE

GLORIOUS

OH MY GOD. 

fuckyeahisawthat:

So, this happened months ago but I think it’s still a worthy tale.

I was going to a conference this summer that I knew a bunch of my friends from all over the country who are also Fury Road fans would all be at. It’s not a film-related conference, but we kept half-joking that we should organize a MMFR screening because so many of us liked the movie. Except it was one of those situations where everybody was saying “yeah, we should do that,” with nobody doing it, so I was like Okay mofos, you all are talking about it but I will actually do it.

Because of the location of the conference and the fact that it was a number of weeks after Fury Road had come out, it was determined that going out to a movie theater was not practical. But most of us were staying in the conference hotel, and it turned out someone who was a fan who lived in the host city of the conference had a projector, and someone else had speakers, and someone else who maybe had learned how to schmorrent exclusively for this purpose got a copy of the movie. And then it turned out that all of the people I’d be sharing my hotel room with weren’t getting in until the second night of the conference, which meant that on the first night I’d have a hotel room all to myself, and that just seemed like fate. So I Facebook messaged maybe a dozen people who I knew were fans to say that we were all watching MMFR in my hotel room that night after the last event of the conference, and I expected maybe half of them to show up.

Except…somehow the word spread and people kept asking me about it. And of course I was like, yeah, invite anyone you want, cause it’s not like I was going to tell people to not watch Fury Road. Except, clearly I now had an obligation to deliver.

So another superfan and I spent the dinner break figuring out the best angle to project from and painstakingly taping a hotel bedsheet to the ceiling of the room to use as a screen, and then worrying that it would fall down because it was a much nicer sheet than any I own and therefore heavy. (It stayed up.) And it turned out that another fan solved the problem with the projector I couldn’t figure out, and the person who was doing the conference A/V for us had a cable we were missing, and I found a workaround for the speakers initially not hooking up to the projector.

And then people started showing up and they…kept showing up. People were sitting on the beds and on the chair and on the floor and on each other’s laps, and at one point there were at least two people sitting on a bench in the corner watching the movie through the opposite side of the sheet from everybody else. And in case you’re wondering how many people you can cram into a hotel room to watch a movie on a sheet, the answer is somewhere between 22 and 25, and the reason I don’t know the exact number is that some people showed up after we started the movie and it was dark, and some of them were friends of friends so I still don’t know who they were.

And among the audience were people who had seen the movie multiple times in the theater like me, and people who were watching it for the very first time, and while I would not say that a hotel bedsheet is the ideal virgin viewing experience for MMFR, if that’s how I got you to watch the movie, then so be it. And people who had seen the movie cheered at the Doof Warrior reveal, and everybody cheered when Max handed Furiosa the rifle, and it was generally awesome. And I am still meeting people I don’t know who were like “Oh yeah, I was at that screening! Thanks for organizing that!”

The next morning the rest of my roommates showed up before housekeeping had made the rounds and were like, “…What happened in our room last night?”

FURY ROAD HAPPENED, THAT’S WHAT.

liberty-flight:

3fluffies:

patrickwsawyer:

3fluffies:

rubertkazinsky:

[raleigh becket bursts in] exCUSE ME, WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT RHEFCK, CHUCK HOLD MY POODLE, *grabs baseball bat* WHAT TRHE FUCK-?

[Stacker Pentecost walks in] That’s quite enough, Mr. Becket. [calmly removes jacket]. Hold this for me.

[Kaidanovskys watch, smirking and eating popcorn]

[The triplets wait at the edge of the scene, waiting for their turn…]

[Tendo elbows past the others with a camera]

[Mako sighing in the background]

mavinjonesfree:

Yo people reblog this and write your weirdest fear in the tags. I’m interested to see what people say

curttu:

In Chamber of Secrets when Harry confesses not knowing what floo powder is, Ron’s immediate reaction is “Sorry, Harry, I should’ve realized”. As in him, Ron, should’ve remembered that Harry’s life is different from his own. No “you should’ve told me!” or “Why didn’t you say anything?” The first thing out of his mouth is to assure Harry that he, Ron, is to blame here, not Harry for not knowing a thing that’s everyday and ordinary to Weasleys.

Ron is an awesome friend.

phonestrumpet:

zetsubonna:

united-states-nationalist:

metal-queer-solid:

crushwhatsweak:

metal-queer-solid:

crushwhatsweak:

Greece is actually bankrupt up, but American’s just want to bitch about a racist flag and gun control.

5 yard penalty, repeat 1st down.

Football sucks and you can suck me from the back.

Penalties will be assessed on the kickoff.

I’m glad to see the referee meme back.

This meme is completely new to me and I immediately, unironically love it.

I want this meme forever.