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

voidbat:

baphomeme:

im serious about that “stop saving things for special occasions” bit tho like. even if u aren’t in your 20s. thats for everyone. its one of the most useful things ive learned lately

stop! just stop. eat the special snack. drink the expensive hippie tea. use the incense or the bath bomb or whatever you paid way too much for because you were feeling really bad and retail therapy makes u feel alive

when we save things for special occasions/rainy days it contributes to us feeling like A.) our day to day existence is lackluster and B.) you have to be feeling a certain level of Bad, or have to reach a certain level of Socially Accepted Achievement, to enjoy things

just give yourself stuff. there are definitely sometimes reasons to withhold things from yourself - as motivation, if it’s something you consciously want to use sparingly, etc - but at least for me half the time it just turns into self-flagellation and also cool things and cool experiences and nice treats just collect dust while i wait for some fabled day when i convince myself i finally Deserve it

just fuckin give yourself stuff dude. life’s so mindblowingly short

my grandmother died having only used her china like twice in her life. during the year or so before her death, she was starting to package up and give things of hers to her kids, and gave mom the china while sighing “oh i wish i had used the china more!” and mom tried so hard to convince her to just keep it, then, and eat corny dogs off it if she wanted. she insisted she couldn’t possibly, you need a special reason to use the fine china.

when nana died, we used her fine china as our everyday dishes for years. i was 18 when she died, and never really stopped having that in the back of my head.

now, when i hear myself say “i wish i had a reason to wear/do/eat/use X!” i hear nana regretting never really using her china. and let me tell you a thing:

spaghettios taste great when eaten from fine china.

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fuckyeahdarcylewis:

aoisakai:

kaleidomusings:

Me: Wow!!! There are so many great fics written for Darcy, who is the main character in a lot of them! Now I want to read about the other strong female characters in the MCU! Like Helen Cho, who is super smart and amazing and nearly died trying to stop Ultron and is actually the reason why Vision exists in the first place!!!

Me: …what?

I’m sorry but i feel like to say something. First of all , showing hate to another female is not bring any help.

2. It’s not about race but about the occupation of the character you want to write about.  It’s really difficult to write about canon character in science , the writers might turn them into OOC or they won’t feel good enough with the lack of sophisticated knowledge. 

3.There’s lots of Darcy fic cause this fandom has been together for a long time since maybe 2011 and people stick together. Also, some writers prefer to write funny/outgoing character with so much sass and no canon story/background. The writers will not get criticized for writing too much girly/funny/whiny character in doing canon char.

4. For the newcomers , they want to have a try writing , they will write Darcy first cause it’s easy and then they start with other canon characters later. 

5. In fandom world, there’s lots of misogyny and prejudice to women already. We should stand together and help each other. I think we should try making suggestion/comment in a good way until someone get interested. 

I still hope you or someone will start writing fic about Marvel women. I’ve been waiting for a long time too. I’m sorry for my broken English, i’m not protecting anyone. I just think women should help each other in such a men-dominated world like this.

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

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arachnescurse:

swanjolras:

gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us— we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.

REBLOG EVERYTIME

(Source: swanjolras-archive, via lupinatic)