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

Jan 15

Possessiveness 101

babychubbuff:

littlemousling:

Totally cool: “Hey, do you want to be exclusive?”

Red flag: “No one but me is allowed to touch you.”

Totally cool: “It makes me feel weird when you flirt with other people, can we talk about that?”

Red flag: “If you loved me, you would stop being friends with them. You KNOW it makes me jealous.”

Totally cool: “I hope we’re together forever. I’m so in this for the long haul.”

Red flag: “If you ever left me, I would kill myself.”

Totally cool: “Your mom is really unkind to me, can we try to minimize how often you bring me when you visit her?”

Red flag: “Your mom hates me, you need to stop talking to her. She’s trying to ruin our relationship.”

Totally cool: “I love you so much, oh my god.”

Red flag: “It’s a good thing I love you so much, because no one else would. You’d be alone forever without me.”

Other important red flags to keep in mind: someone who wants to jump into emotional/financial co-dependence very fast (like moving in together right away, or becoming each other’s only confidantes right away) and won’t take no for an answer; someone who tries to minimize how often you leave the house or interact with other people; someone who threatens you or themselves or your family or pets or possessions or financial future; someone who uses guilt to keep you from leaving a relationship.

Very important reminder: You do not need a reason to leave a relationship. Neither does the other person (or people). A relationship is over when one of the people in it says it’s over, period. Obviously it’s kind to take the end of a long relationship seriously, but abusers and manipulators have lost the right to that conversation. Lie if you need to–your safety is much more important than their feelings.

Trust your instincts!

I will reblog this forever

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ifeelbetterer asked: STAR WARS PROMPT: Finn is a missing prince and his royal family finds him.

cactusspatz:

wildehack:

Their ship malfunctions, the mission goes south, and the royal guards catch them trying to steal parts and get the hell out of orbit. Poe is clapped in irons and thrown into the royal dungeon without incident, but the droid who processes Finn starts beeping dramatically, and in short order Finn is surrounded by excited doctors who take his blood, print his feet, and gape wildly at each other before apologizing, profusely. One of them starts weeping as she bandages the little puncture on his arm, where she’d drawn blood. 

“Um, that’s all right,” Finn says, uncomfortable, trying to pull his arm away. She weeps harder, and mutters something about twenty-three years and eight pounds, eleven ounces. “You don’t have to–do whatever it is you’re doing. You could let us go, though, if you want,” he adds optimistically. 

They do not let him go. 

Instead, they sweep him into the nicest room Finn has ever seen–all gold and marble with real silk curtains and a forcefield glittering over the windows. Two humans are waiting for him–one very old woman, and one man maybe a little younger than the General. The man lets out a little involuntary sound when he sees Finn, and the woman visibly pales, gripping the man’s arm tight enough that Finn can see her knuckles whiten. 

The man recovers himself first, although he can’t stop himself from staring at Finn, as though some private secret is laid bare by Finn’s face. “What’s your name?” he asks Finn, hoarsely. 

“Finn Dameron,” Finn tells them, and begins uncertainly to give them the cover identity he and Poe came up with a while back. “I’m a pilot on the New Destiny, on my way to Yavin 4. My ship crash-landed just outside the capital, and–it was all a misunderstanding, but you’ve got my copilot in your dungeon, ma’am. Sir.” 

“Your name is not Finn Dameron,” the old woman says, brushing off the man, and Finn feels a brief flicker of panic–does she know? How could she know? They’re not in First Order territory–when she steps forward until she’s standing just in front of him. She’s just as tall as he is, and her eyes are dark and glittering. She takes both of his hands in hers, and Finn feels his mouth go dry, a strange dread welling up in him for whatever she’s about to say next. “Your name is Orion Nox D’elian,” she says in a clear, merciless voice. “Your father was Lesser-Prince Isa Nox D’elian. You are my grandson.” 



Finn tries to explain that it’s not possible, he was a Stormtrooper, he doesn’t have a family, but everyone keeps chiming in to explain how it is possible. Lesser-Prince Isa was killed on a hospital-ship raid. All the children who didn’t die were taken by the First Order, including Lesser-Prince Orion. He was three months old. They’ve been looking for him ever since. 

Looking for Prince Orion, Finn reminds himself, staving back the panic and shaking his head wildly at the servant who tries offering him a platter of unfamiliar sweet-smelling fruit. Not FN-1287, and definitely not Finn Dameron, Resistance soldier. 

“Your mother has been notified,” the man says, who turns out to be High-Prince Mada Nox D’elian, and keeps telling Finn that he’s his uncle. He can’t seem to stop smiling, and it’s not helping Finn’s nerves.“She’s on a diplomatic mission to Titian 3, but she’s already on her way back. It shouldn’t take more than a day.” 

But Finn doesn’t have a mother–has never had a mother–and the thought of this strange woman appearing and claiming the title makes him suddenly sick. “I want to see Poe Dameron,” he says loudly, interrupting the High-Prince, who is showing him a holo of Lesser-Prince Isa, who looks horrifically like the face Finn knows from the mirror. “He’s my friend. My copilot. In your dungeon. Can you–I want to see him. Please.” 

When they bring Poe up, he’s clearly been run under a sonic, because the sweat and grime they’d both accumulated on the journey from the crash site is gone. He’s also been bundled into a raw silk robe, and someone’s spritzed tea-tree oil into his hair, as Finn discovers when he races to hug Poe and get his grip on reality back.  

“Hey, hey, buddy,” Poe says cautiously into Finn’s hair, hugging back just as tightly. His body is tense against Finn’s, but he doesn’t seem like he’s about to bolt, as much as Finn might welcome the idea.“You okay?” 

“I’m okay,” Finn confirms, still inhaling tea-tree oil. “They, um. They think I’m their missing prince.” 

“Wow,” Poe says slowly, hands slipping away as Finn reluctantly detaches himself. “I mean. Wow. That explains why they keep calling me princess-consort, anyway.” 

HOW HAVE I NOT SEEN THIS. IT’S SO GREAT!!!

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trxye-and-txlly:

walkingbomb:

reminder to:

I just would like to thank everyone who ever reblogs this so that it somehow ends up back on my dash because I usually need the reminder (especially the drinking water one)

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babylonian:

doyouhearthunder:

kinkshamer69:

6 years later and avatar (the james cameron movie) is still completely incomprehensible to me. like you’ve got the highest grossing film in recent history and no one actually enjoyed it beyond “eh. it was okay”

Avatar is such a weird anomaly.  It’s the highest grossing film EVER (not adjusting for inflation) by a huge margin and yet it left virtually no footprint on popular culture.  It had its 15 minutes of fame to the tune of $2.7 billion dollars worldwide, and within a few years it’s like no one remembers it even existed.  You only ever really see it mentioned these days in the context of its record-breaking box office.

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theghostoffawkes:

spaceisprettycool:

ardatli:

hagar-972:

westsemiteblues:

adrivenleaf:

westsemiteblues:

the-independent-jew:

One thing I love about Judaism is that long involved conversations about things like “can a zombie attend shul?” or “can i use my pet dragon to light candles on shabbat?” or “is meat from a replicator kosher?” are seen as completely normal.

Yes, but it should avoid contact with a Cohen if it can, and if the dragon is a Gentile sure, why not, a pet dragon is an ideal Shabbos goy, since it probably lives with you, and will get a kick out of helping. If it’s a Jewish dragon, though, no, it’s better for you to do it yourself rather than cause another Jew to violate Shabbat.

Wait wait… if a jew owned the dragon as a pet wouldn’t using the beast’s labor to light candles be pretty explicitly prohibited?

Good point. Is the dragon property, or is it a roommate?

I think it was ruled that one may allow a dragon to ignite a fire if (a) the dragon is non-sapient, and preventing them from lighting the fire would be animal cruelty, or (b) the dragon is sapient, non-Jewish and not in indentured service.

And one cannot bring a dragon into a household for the express purpose of lighting candles at a later date, since the Jew would be directly benefiting from the dragon’s actions on Shabbat. 

But if the dragon just happens to live there already and feels the urge to light candles, it should not be stopped from doing so – as the sages said: “the same candle that benefits one can be used to benefit one hundred.“ (Shulchan Aruch HaRav, 276:6) 

This was a thrill from start to finish.

This is outstanding

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Jan 10

evil-wears-a-bow:
“ twice-five-miles:
“ thisisntmyrealhair:
“ classictrek:
“ Why Star Trek matters.
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Why representation matters too.
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Everyone should know, in the 70s Nichelle Nichols went to NASA and asked why there weren’t black astronauts in the...

evil-wears-a-bow:

twice-five-miles:

thisisntmyrealhair:

classictrek:

Why Star Trek matters.

Why representation matters too.

Everyone should know, in the 70s Nichelle Nichols went to NASA and asked why there weren’t black astronauts in the pipeline, and they said, “Come recruit for us.”  And she did.


“From the late 1970’s until the late 1980’s, NASA employed Nichelle Nichols to recruit new astronaut candidates. Many of her new recruits were women or members of racial and ethnic minorities, including Guion Bluford (the first African-American astronaut), Sally Ride (the first female American astronaut), Judith Resnik (one of the original set of female astronauts, who perished during the launch of the Challenger on January 28, 1986), and Ronald McNair (the second African-American astronaut, and another victim of the Challenger accident).“ (x)

Yaaaaaaaas

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stardusted:

kurosmind:

tbird2290:

milkteaghost:

Imagine a villain getting injured and losing their memory and the heroes finding them and taking them with them and taking care of them and the villain gets their memory back after like a week but doesn’t want to say anything because the heroes are being so nice to them and nobody has been that nice to them in so long and they don’t want it to end and they’re maybe getting fond of the heroes but don’t tell anyone shhh. But eventually something happens and the heroes are in trouble and they’re trying to get the villain to run away because they still think they’re an amnesiac with no idea how to defend themself and they’ve grown to like them and don’t want them to get hurt but the villain just pushes past them toward whatever is trying to hurt the heroes and just fuckin goes guns blazing and destroys them

Well damn

I need this in my life

@joons this sounds like something you would write??

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fuckyeahisawthat:

bassfanimation:

Things I noticed on the 195th time viewing Fury Road:

When Max is collecting hidden guns inside the rig and he points and snaps to the one behind Furiosa, Cheedo is the one who obeys Max and retrieves the gun.  She is so used to obeying the commands of men that she doesn’t question it like others do.

When Cheedo runs to go back to Joe after Angharad’s death, her anger is so pure and audible, such a 180 from how we’ve seen her til this point.  When the other girls tell remind her of Angharad’s words “We are not things”, she lowers her voice and screams, almost growling back at them “And now she’s dead!”.  

Max has a flashback of Glory being run down just before Furiosa pins him to the Rig and tries to make him shoot himself in the face with his own gun.  He is shaking his head, twitching it quite a bit during the first part of the film, trying to get that image out of his head while trying to defend himself and escape.

Max never does join the Vuvalini at their camp site.  He stays inside the rig during Furiosa’s emotional reunion with them, and he remains near the rig when she speaks to him later.  He still feels apart from them.  Unaccepted by anyone but Furiosa.

Max’s personality and body language shift so noticeably after he rides out to catch the women on the salt.  It’s incredibly, incredibly obvious he’s had a major change happen in his mind.  From here on he is one of the group, interacting seamlessly with each member of the crew, even the Vuvalini women, who have given them their trust. 

It is one of the Vuvalini who calls out to Max “Stay with me” when he’s momentarily stunned while fighting on the rig.  This transitions into a vision of Glory asking him to stay with her.  We’ve seen a repeating theme of women asking Max to stay with them through this film.  This can be viewed as them welcoming him, caring for him, or it can be viewed as torturous for Max, because he can never stay by their side.

Nux is revealed to be on the Rig, and the women still do not trust him, but Max does.  He goes to destroy the Bullet Farmer, and he brings back the wheel and boot for Nux.  At this point Max knows fully that Nux is like he is…swept up in a situation, where it’s best they all work together to survive.

Nux is the only other person Max touches, skin to skin, besides Furiosa.  He touches his head and gives him this affectionate pat to urge him back into the Rig during the speed battle with Slit. 

Furiosa’s pain from her stab wound is made clear quickly/  As she shifts gears to ram Joe’s Gigahorse, you can her the raspy, airy sound in her voice lets you know what is happening to her, even though her wound is fresh.  A++++ for Charlize’s acting, again.

Slit points at Furiosa when he is aiming to kill her while driving the Razor Cola.  Nux points at Capable and the Vuvalini when he is about to destroy himself for them.

Max speaks in a very mannerful way during the blood transfusion.  He even says “thank you” while asking one of the girls to hold something for him.  He says “sorry” numerous times.  Important because it’s completely extraneous, he has no reason to speak with such manners, yet ye does.  He is communicating with gratitude, which in such a world, is almost completely forgotten, yet he does it here.  He could bark orders, but he chooses to speak orderly and kindly to everyone in this scene.  He cares for and respects them all enough to treat them properly, as mankind once treated people before they devolved into insanity.

Max continues to hold Furiosa’s head until the fade.  (pardon me for my sobbs)

Another auditory detail that I noticed on my…somethingorotherth viewing: The Vuvalini woman is saying “Stay with me,” but what actually makes Max get up is that two polecats land on the rig and one of them says to the other, “You finish them, I’ll finish her,” meaning Furiosa. Ha, not today motherfucker.

positivity post for fat boys

pastelwest:

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