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

ojiisanholic:

facingthewaves:

“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,

“I am the manager.”

a thing for one of my favorite posts on this site

clockwork-mockingbird:

bookwyrmshoard:

miraniel:

Okay, staff, I am super freaking pissed about the update and here’s why. 

I cannot read your new format. 

I’m not trying to be whiny or nitpicky or over-dramatic. I can appreciate that you were attempting to make things look more organised/less confusing/whatever. I also expect the new format is a great improvement for people who have screen readers. That’s great. That’s fine. 

I just cannot freaking read this. I have dyslexia, and my dyslexia is set off by pictures, bold, italics, anything that is more “interesting” to my brain than plain, unadorned text.

Like this monstrosity:

Look at it. Just look at it. The pictures get in between the lines of text, there’s distracting colors and pictures everywhere. The names are bolded when they’re really not the most important thing. Looking at this, I see everything except what I’m supposed to see, that cheesy series of puns. (No pun intended.)

You literally couldn’t have made a worse format for me if you’d tried.

The thing is, your format was what made me really like Tumblr in the first place. It was super clear who was writing something new, because look, there was a freaking line pointing right to it. Unless someone started writing in all caps or bold or whatever, all the text in a post had the same amount of emphasis. Finally, SOMETHING ON THE INTERNET I COULD READ.

And now, now I can’t read any of it at all. 

So yeah, I’m pissed. 

Like, I know that you’re not going to change it back, because you never seem to listen when anyone on your site complains about anything. I’m not sure why I bothered writing this to you guys, given your track record. 

But now’s your chance to prove me wrong. Seriously, the least you could do is give us an option here. You’ve still got the old code. Just stick a button somewhere to revert to the old format so I can enjoy my text posts in peace. 

Sincerely, 

Dyslexic Blogger

SIGNAL BOOST because I really hope Tumblr pays attention to this. I’m sure Miraniel’s not the only Tumblr blogger/reader in this position. 

*raises hand* yes hello I have this issue as well. thanks.

someonesavedwillgraham:

notcuddles:

Since I know there’s probably a fair amount of you out there who haven’t seen the first three Mad Max movies, I’m here to tell you a li’l secret about them:

All the people complaining about how Max “isn’t the main character” in Fury Road are big ol’ Fake Fanboys cause Max’s primary character trait in literally every movie is “I hate this, why is it happening, please leave me alone to brood in the desert in peace”. 

He’s much more the central focus of the plot in the first movie but in Road Warrior and Thunder Dome he basically just gets kidnapped or beat up by wankers in weird bondage outfits and spends the rest of the movie trying to leave as soon as possible while other people are like “please solve our absurd post-apocalyptic problems”.  There is not one single point where Max actively seeks out being a hero until it is forced upon him.  He ACTIVELY TELLS PEOPLE WHO ASK HIM FOR HELP to take a hike.

Mad Max himself would like nothing better than to never, ever, ever be the main character.

He would also like for people to stop stealing his fucking car.

someonesavedoctorlecter

loooska:

*tries to reblog a post*

*accidentally ends up creating 2 new blogs, unfollowing 5 people, following 2 other people, buying a piece of land in antarctica, and causing a global power outage*

showgirlsteve:

fairy-trash:

as tomorrow is september first id like to make sure everyone remembers not to make jokes about Wake Me Up When September Ends

to clarify if you don’t know:

-the song is about Billie Joe’s father’s death

-he has repeatedly requested that people leave it alone, and yet people persist in joking about it, including tweeting directly at him about it

-don’t be an asshole and make jokes about it

-September 1st is the perfect day to make hogwarts express jokes instead!

watsonshoneybee:

congratulations to Minerva McGonagall on her pending retirement today, who is going to look down at her list of first years and see “James Sirius Potter” and just call it a fucking day

hedonistbyheart:

Alright, look, all the remus is half French/Italian/Spanish/etc. Headcanons are cute and all, but guys, GUYS!
-he’s canonically half Welsh already! WELSH!

I honestly feel like this isn’t appreciated nearly enough.

*dreams of a Remus with the cutest twang of a welsh accent*

- Imagine Hope teaching him the language on the days of the moon so his little mind will be busily occupied while her hands shake unseen in her lap with fear and sympathy for her little boy.

-imagine Remus being startled into swearing in Welsh the first time he is pranked by his new dorm-mates.

-imagine their faces splitting into delighted grins and the following hours of swapping increasingly outlandish swears (Sirius knows some wild ones in French himself).

-imagine Remus studying Welsh magic, knowing that it’s supposed to be very potent.

Just, Remus Lupin and Welsh, guys.

frillious:

frillious:

reblog in the tags with who or what youd rather have president than donald trump

these tags are pure gold please keep adding

sararye:

every 1st september we joke about getting ready for hogwarts to cover up the very real and very very deep scars of never getting our letters

lupinatic:

oodlyenough:

something that stood out to me rereading prisoner of azkaban this time was how remus is also 100% ready to kill a bitch once he learns what has really happened

he’s so often characterized as a huge softie and/or the morality pet in fic but at the end of POA he’s even more ice cold about this revenge murder plot than sirius; lol he literally just rolls up his sleeves and is like “well peter, time for you to die”

this is the same remus who berates harry for not being willing to kill death eaters in DH this is a man who grew up in a warzone who did everything he could to not be the monster that society said he was so he became a soldier instead there are worse things than killing just as there are worse things than death this is one of the reasons why I have an issue with AK being one of the ‘unforgivable curses’ you ask me a quick painless death doesn’t compare to mind-control or torture and there is no way that death eaters were the only ones using killing curses during the first war peter wouldn’t have been the first death eater that remus had killed and I don’t think he would have seen the execution style of it as being any different to killing in the heat of battle or in self-defence this is the man who killed his best friends; harry’s parents; who was responsible for sirius spending 12 years in azkaban this is no different to if sirius had managed to kill peter when he tracked him down the day after james and lily died they were just 13 years late

This. It’s worth noting that Remus is strongly implied to have a huge problem with the Dementor’s Kiss - he asks Harry if he thinks that anybody really deserves it, even believing at this point that Sirius killed the Potters. Remus is not a fan of inhumane punishments or unnecessary cruelty, but he clearly believes quite firmly in the necessity of taking a life at times, especially when it’s a case of either self-defense or justice.

I also think that Remus was even madder at Peter then he ever was at Sirius, because Sirius had actually endured a consequence to his betrayal and Peter had not - in fact, he’d successfully passed off both the blame and the consequence onto Sirius.

mymissus:

capricornrainstorm:

astrologysecrets:

Sagittarius, Pisces, Capricorn, Gemini, Scorpio, Aries

Also known as “you told me to do it and now I won’t to spite you club”

The truest.

noprincenorape:

There’s something about Sense8 that you will only notice if you are actually familiar with all/most of the original languages that should be used and that’s the way the narrative is written is completely based in the original language. I have seen a couple of post about how Lito or Sun’s dialogues were weird or too artificial and that’s because it’s a direct translation of their natural speech.

It’s probably less strong in Lito because he lives in a world of Soap Operas, he lives and breath dramatic characters so his character is overdramatic and fake (something he totally owns and accepts) but when you listen to Sun, especially pre-jail Sun, you can see that her English is a direct translation of her Korean. The way the sentences are constructed, the emphasis and tone… she is not a Korean woman living an American life, she is a Korean woman living a Korean life in Seoul with the not-so-uncommon problems in the Korean chaebol sector. If you know a lil bit of Korean you are able to translate every single one of her sentences to Korean and they look authentic, the same way Lito’s sentences half the time would work way better in Spanish that they do in English.

(Edit: several rebloggers have confirmed that, indeed, Wolfgang also talks a translated German, which only confirms the theory. All of this also explains the fact that every single actor comes with their original accent, they don’t try to mimic American/British accent but they have kept the accent they would have if they were talking in their original language and we were only listening to their English because we are connected with the Sensates. Sense8 tries to turn the viewer into another Sensate, in some sort of Jonas. I would very much appreciate if someone can shed some light about the Swahili and the Hindi, though)

(Edit2: Thanks to r-ed​ we have confirmation that Kala’s English is also a translation from the original Hindi. As it happens with Korean, and probably Swahili too, these languages’ structure are pretty different from English, while German and Spanish have more similarities structure-wise) so the translation has been enriched to be understandable, but the basis of the Hindi language as well the accent has been respected. As I commented on an earlier post, the writers have understood that language/accent is part of the characters, but adapting their language to English they would have erased this side of them that is as important as their cultural inheritance, so it’s important that they only translated the language into a more understandable language, considering they interact with each other in a mental wave length, making it possible for each one to understand the other without the need to use the same physical language).

Michael, Lana and Andy  have done an amazing research work and even though I’d be forever happy to see them talk more in their own languages I am so satisfied with the way the have handled the language issue.

alder-knight:

cosetties:

i really like the advice “write marginalized characters but don’t write about marginalization unless you experience it” 

absolutely i think cis people should expand their horizons and write trans characters, but they shouldn’t write stories about being trans. likewise i think allistic / NT authors should write about autistic characters! but not stories about being autistic. 

represent us. absolutely. but don’t tell our stories. let us do that.

YOOOOOOO. This is an excellent distinction!

bifacts:

doomsday-kitten-attack:

Trying to prove a point to someone who says “it’s just a phase, your mind is made up after high school”

Bisexuality isn’t a legimate sexuality though, it was invented by the CIA in the late 1980s in order to distract the general public from the wizard uprising.

satanismy-bitch:

vintage-kisses:

Sometimes I really don’t feel like existing like not in a suicidal way but I just wish there was a way of pausing life so that I could sleep for a few weeks and figure some stuff out and then not have to feel guilty for missing loads of stuff because really no time had passed at all

ITS IN WORDS

resplendeo:

let’s play another tag meme thing! put each word into your tags and see what pops up:

pretty, head, why, when, where, shit, you, stop, how, for, they, super

today-ifuckedup:

This happened a few years ago and I was living in Zimbabwe at the time, and I was having a pretty bad day, I was going to see my auntie who lived about 400km away from me. If youre african you’ll understnad that this was no small journey. So I got in my car and set off and about 3 hours into the journey i came across a Dude by the side of the road who was going in the same direction, so out of the goodness of my heart i said jump in. we go to talking and he happened to be going to exact same village as me and he knew my auntie!.

Half an hour passes and we’re making polite chit chat and reminiscing about old times in zimbabwe, when all of a sudden he tell me to pull over, so I do. he runs out of the car and starts making wretching noises, so i assume he’s throwing up, its dark at this point so i cant really see much, so i go check on him ( first mistake). I get out and go to his side expecting him to be there but he’s not…..Then I here someone behind and me and before i know it im unconcious! so I wake up a couple hours later( iknow this becuase the sun was coming up at this point) without my car, clothes or wallet. so im thinking great. i look around and see im on some farmland wearing the giys clothes. SO i start walking in no particular direction and eventually come across a settlement.

I explain to them my situation and they tell me that the nearest main road is at least a good half a days walk from where I am and they dont get many cars coming through this part but they heard one last night ( which might be our thief). I start walking in the direction they point me in and after what felt like forever i come acroos a road, so I pitch up and start waiting, ( now i know most of you are thinking why not call someone, i had no phone with me and I dont have the best memory so I didnt know any numbers that would come in handy). after a couple of hours a car stops and lets me hitch I let him know the situaion and he says we’re in the complete opposite direction of my intended destination but he’s willing to drop me close enough to walk the rest of the way to which I thought great!

its takes a good two days to get there and he drops me off and i say my goodbyes to my driver, I take down his number so i can repay him later on. At this point im starting to recoginise my surroundings, I walk for a few miles and as im getting closer to my aunties i can here a lots of singing and what appears to be a large crowd which i though was strange. Im about 100 feet from the house and i see my Son which again i thought was strange because he was meant to be in school at this time, but instead of running to me and hugging me as he normally does…he runs away screaming to my complete bewilderment. I get to the the gate and all of a sudden the large crowd alerted by my sons scream has stopped singing and is stood silent. my wife appears and starts to run towards me hugging and kissing me like Ive been gone for months. My auntie appears and immediately faints when she sees me.

I still have no clue whats going on at this point and im exhausted, so we rush to get my auntie inside and I see my picture ontop of a large box that resembles a coffin sitting in the living room….

So it turns out that the guy who robbed me and made off with my car my wallet and all my clothes was in a car crash so bad that they couldnt identify the body and because the only things they could use to identify him was my wallet, they assumed it was me that had died in the crash. since there was no body of sorts they could arrange the funeral preety quickly and that is what I had stumbled upon. My son still has nightmares to this day and and my wife has told me never to pick up a hitch hiker ever again.

TL;DR Got carjacked, robber died and family thought it was me, they arrange my funeral and I somehow manage to stumble upon my own funeral.

congchua0210:

I am a autistic survival sex worker and I am currently in a very bad situation. I was outed and assaulted by my dad so I ran away from home. I am living with a man who makes me service him twice a day. Today his mom is coming over to kick me out. There is a storm outside and I have no money and nowhere else to go because I have no friends. I am really scared and don’t know what to do.

My Paypal is snguyen021095@gmail.com and if you would like to donate even just a tiny bit, that would help me out a lot. Please reblog this post even if you can’t donate. I am begging you please help me.

My GoFundMe is gofundme.com/kx33jfdk so you can donate there too! Thank you so much for reading!

farrahtales:

If you don’t strategically eat your food so that the last bites to go in your mouth are the tastiest, look at your choices.

ofrum:

reblog this and put in the tags languages you can at least somehow communicate in