jumpingjacktrash:

oliviapaigewrites:

THIS IS AN IMPORTANT ONE! Don’t ignore this in your writing!

i’m gonna disagree with that first one. it depends on your viewpoint character’s self-awareness and thought process. different characters react differently, and some of them may be best depicted using these emotion words.

i’ll give an example. idk how illustrative it’ll be for folks who don’t know my oc’s, but here are three different guys’ thoughts in reaction to their lover having done something mean:

  • bel kadros: ouch, that really hurt. i’m honestly pretty ticked off right now, but i’m not going to let this escalate. just have to keep reminding myself it’s not personal.
  • kastor auberlane: this is my own damn fault for expecting a mara to be anything but a capricious monster. i need to stop trusting him. it only gets me hurt.
  • jack saturday: wow, jacob’s being a little bitch. fuck you so much, buddy, you wanna fight? yeah, that’s what i thought, you keep walking. asshole.

i chose these three because of their different awareness levels. bel is analytical, very gentle, very calm, and knows his lover has been through the wringer, psychologically. he doesn’t blame anyone, he just wants to keep from adding to the problem pile. kastor is inward-turned, a loner, and holds grudges, but he’s besotted; he wouldn’t change mikah, but kicks himself for putting up with him. jack is a fun-loving sociopath who mostly thinks of others in terms of what they can do for him, so he doesn’t even think about the source of conflict; he’s just mad now, and he’ll forgive just as quickly the moment he wants a blowie.

of course, if you’re not giving your pov character’s internal monologue, yeah, you’d rely on actions and appearance. but if you enjoy writing from inside their head, go on and use those emotion words, as long as the character’s mature or honest enough to think them.

So my mom told me a story…

carryonmy-assbutt:

marvelssickandtwistedqueen:

asunsetdream:

theguilteaparty:

theguilteaparty:

Growing up, my mom and her siblings would make banana bread every week.

Literally every week since the first one of them learned how to make it, they started making banana bread- lo and behold though, they liked it with walnuts and they all knew their dad hated walnuts.

So they made a special loaf of banana bread just for him every week, just for him to eat. Nobody else was allowed to eat it because that was his banana bread, baked especially for him.

So anyways, they did this once a week from middle school up until every last one of them moved out of the house (and considering there was at least 10 years difference from the oldest to the youngest, this was quite some time). So that’s like… 16 years of weekly banana bread. And he always finished it. He, without fail, ate the whole loaf of bread by himself.

That’s approximately 835 loaves of banana bread.

Now

Skip ahead a few years…

and they’re all visiting and baking banana bread and they start making a dad’s bread and their mom comes in, “I don’t think he can handle eating one more slice of banana bread!”

“What are you talking about? He loves banana bread! He had it all the time!”

This is when my grandma, their mom, broke the news that my grandfather loathed banana bread with every fiber of his being. He just adored that his kids loved him enough to make him a special loaf of banana bread every week (and he didn’t have the heart to tell them that he couldn’t stand banana bread) and he was incredibly, utterly upset that my grandma told the kids his big secret.

My grandfather was a loving, patient, gentle man who absolutely hated banana bread but loved his kids so much more and I just wanted to share that with you guys. I think this story is just about the perfect example of the kind of person he was.

I just told my mom this had 1000 notes on it and let me tell you what

She had two responses.

1. Tell them about the mac n cheese

2. Tell me when it hits a million

mOM.

WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE MAC N CHEESE

I need to know about the mac n cheese

guys we need 1mil

we-are-death-knight:

we-are-knight:

A submission from a fan, that I think worth sharing…

This is a message to young white men in America:
Do you feel left out?  Do you feel like political discourse has moved in such a way that your voice is unwelcome? Do you worry that voicing your opinions will get you called out and shamed?  Do you feel like you should be able to contribute, but you are forced out?

Well now is your time.  

In Fight Club Tyler Durden says “We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. “ 

Well look no further.  

The war is here, it is happening right now and you are wanted.  
No.  
You are needed.

We need you and we need your voice.  
We need you to stand up and be counted.
We need you to fight back.   

Finally it is your time.

You must join the fight against bigotry.   

When people with Confederate flags and Nazi armbands march through the streets;
You must march against them.

When someone says something racist in your presence;
You must call them out.

When you are called to stand for White Nationalism;
You must remain steadfast.

When you are called a race traitor;
You must stand strong.

When you are pressured to acquiesce;
You must hold firm.

When the tyrant or the bigot tries to push you down;
You must not bow.

When they try to silence your voice;
You must cry ever louder.

If they bring force against your allies;
You must meet it with your own.

When they threaten the oppressed;
You must shelter them from harm.

When bigotry marches;
You are called to serve.

When your allies speak do not push your voice over theirs. But when the bigots speak;
Shout them down in unison. 

There is a poison in the community of young white american men.
It must be expunged.

That is our duty.  
That is our fight.  

We do battle for our identity.
Do not let bigots take it from us.
A rot has taken hold among us.
We must burn it away.
Whatever comes we must not lose.
We must not let racists tarnish us.
We must fight and end this plague.

This is where our voice matters.   This is the battle we face.
This is how we can contribute.
This is why we are important.
This is our identity.
This is our culture.
Do not let them destroy it.

as a young white american man, this speaks to me.

I may not be American myself, but it is my duty to ensure the call is heard.

You have a duty to all humanity. See it through, whatever the cost. Devote your entire life to it if you must.

Humanity First.

thebibliosphere:

vrabia:

vrabia:

vrabia:

this woman is both culinary and engineering genius. 

also a walking occupational safety hazard, but with style. 

WHY NOT

she did it though. and in case you were wondering, this episode is a sequel to ‘make ice cream with the fire extinguisher’ 

Top on the list of people you want with you to survive any kind of apocalypse tbh.

(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)

knuckle:

kropotkhristian:

Here’s a bunch of Nazis discussing their strategy. They recognize that Charlottesville was a huge set back. They are trying to fucking “rebrand.” Notice that they say this – “leftists will recognize dog whistles and know we’re crypto, but normies won’t listen to them.”

Ya’ll ready to start listening to us?

remember that the murderer who drove his car into a crowd of protestors, told his mother he was going to an “alt-right” rally, and she claimed to have no idea of his white supremacist beliefs, thinking it was a “trump thing.” nazis are trying to entrap white people with “populist” goals that seem milder, and more above irrevocable critique so that they can slowly work toward nazism

the slippery slope argument is a fallacy, but that’s not what this is. people making violent memes about protesters want to normalize the idea and couch it as humor. the people who rant about how immigrants are ruining the country may very well be deeply involved in this strategy. even if your casually racist conservative friend isn’t actively sympathizing with nazis, the conservative boards they visit are coaching them in that direction

you have to confront people on their views, even if they don’t seem “dangerous.” they are. they’ve always played into a bigger, vile picture, and your racist edgelord cousin isn’t just a harmless jerk. and if you can’t be safe confronting the person, at least confront yourself and what that person means to your life. do what you can to phase them out, if you are voluntarily associating with them. this goes doubly for white people, but other poc need to know you don’t deserve friends who advocate for your subservience and exile from this country

i-hate-vegans:

If you publicly and unreservedly condemn the actions of Nazis in Charlottesville and elsewhere, including everything from quiet hate speech to vehicular terrorism, can you please reblog this post.

I think a few friends, a few followers, every Jew who happens across this post and my own heart could do with knowing that there are more of you out there than there are of them

jerseyfiredragon20:

thewhaleridingvulcan:

crystalsoulslayer:

I always hate it when people are all “so do you go to school, or are
you working, or” and I either have to

  • make up some lie, or
  • eventually get
    around to “I am not working because of depression/anxiety,” and
    subsequently have to deal with whatever bullshit-riddled and completely
    unsolicited opinions on mental illness this stranger feels obligated to
    share with me.

So my therapist was like, “You don’t have to do either.
You can just say you haven’t worked in a while because you’re recovering
from an illness.”

I tried it when the home inspector was here today, and it fucking worked.
He was like, “oh, I’m sorry, are you doing better now,” and I’m like
yeah, and don’t worry, it’s not contagious, awkward laugh, and we moved
on.

MY THERAPIST. IS A GENIUS. Because it is an
illness, so it’s not a lie to say that, and it’s also none of his
business to know specifically what it is, and I clearly don’t want to
give more details, so we should move on from this topic. MY THERAPIST IS A GODDAMN GENIUS.

Dude I needed this. I never know what to say when people ask if I work because I’m severely disabled and don’t work.

REBLOG TO SAVE A LIFE HOLY SHIT

Apocalypse Now, closed RP with fleet-admiral-red

howlofthewolf:

fleet-admiral-red:

howlofthewolf:

“They have other guns to deal with starships, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” Wolf said, “The 200mm is meant to deal with the sea-based landing craft, of which there will be many.”

Wolf brought up a hologram of what the BEA was using – the Crocodile-39 LC, a lightly armoured, tracked vehicle with a motor driven propeller, and two HMGs.

“This is what the forces coming from sea will be using.” Wolf said, “That’s why the 200mm is a concern.”

Green noted the presence of the Crocodile landing craft without a word, and took in other details.

Handling the anti-air defenses wasn’t going to be easy, if the information he’d acquired was correct. How the damn Bouzac managed to harden their defenses against pulsed antiproton beams and hypervelocity kinetic rounds, he had no idea.

He suspected infiltration of Initiative technical databases. He’d leave that thought for later.

Hacking or otherwise bloodlessly neutralizing them, though…

“A word, if I may. These defenses appear vulnerable to either hacking or a brief radiation sweep across the coastline. Thoughts? We want to reduce casualties and protect the defenses for later.”

“We’re not going to allow radiation in any of this campaign.” One of the BEA generals said, his voice sharp, “We’re nit going to risk befouling out lands with radiation.”

“That means our only option is hacking into the Labyrinth itself.” Wolf said, “Only thing is, you’d have to get into the bunker that houses the mainframe, and you’d have to deal with our relatively successful attempt at a Warmind. And let me tell you, the Minotaur doesn’t like visitors, especially the uninvited type.”

Mentally, Green rolled his eyes, though his outward stoic expression remained unchanged. If they wanted to do this the hard and bloody way, fine by them.

That Minotaur AI of theirs was practically a non-issue; victory in any battle between two AIs automatically went to the one with superior firmware.

And a full assault fleet of GDI vessels with multiple military-grade sixth-generation AIs had more computing power combined than the entirety of Bouzacula’s planetary network. And Red(M) had dropped a word or two that Serina would assist in the form of a system-wide cyberattack as well.

The real kicker was how to prevent any and all demonic assistance from being able to help the Scorpion’s Hand. Red wanted at least 8 nullifier vessels in orbit when the assault truly began, and so far only 6 were ready.

At least one could arrive here at Bouzacula in a few hours, but until then any kills on important Scorpion’s Hand personnel were likely to not stick.

And there was nothing Green hated more than letting a target slip out of his grasp.

So fast was Green’s thought process that to everyone else, he’d taken virtually no time at all between questions and proposals.

“And what of these demons? We can’t face them directly, otherwise it’s a one-sided slaughter. Even Fourth Fleet’s medical support can only go so far against demonic engagements.”

Behind Green, Yellow nodded sadly. She wanted to avoid casualties as much as anyone else.