They All Secretly Believe They’re The Leader, And They’re All Wrong.

Tell me a soft memory

Arabian scops owl. With the freaky eyes <3

you are now a bird ! go into [this] generator and generate one (1) bird, and that is your new existence. i'd love to see what everyone gets, either by replies or tags if you reblog !

love when theres a character whose entire existence is spoiler tagged by default. go behind the curtain boy

so weird when your brain just switches hyperfixations for a second. one moment you look at blorbo and are incandescent with joy. then you pick up other blorbo and the first doesn’t look so shiny. and then you are a monster.

he just wanted to be involved in the conversation

he just wanted to understand

Ford horrific misunderstanding

Pls don't tag this as stancest, I will fucking cry

Honestly as a blind person I’m so tired of seeing fictional blind characters who don’t use white canes or other guides. “They have special powers so they know what’s around them” or “they’re confident enough to not need a guide” are common tropes, and I’m tired.

Are people scared that using a white cane will make their blind character seem weak? They can’t use a cane because they’re so special that they already know what’s around them, and other blind people who use guides are inferior because they’re not special?

I’m tired. Give your blind characters white canes and other guides. Let them hold onto their friends, let them have guide dogs. Don’t make white cane users feel ostracized for not being “strong enough” to go without.

Another thing that pisses me off is when a sighted character comes up with the fantasy equivalent of braille and teaches it to the blind character. Braille was invented by Louis Braille, a blind man, in 1824. The blind character should be the one coming up with it.

Tldr I’m blind and tired of sighted people lol

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keep forgetting how much i love season 1 and 2 cass. like, she had her toxic moments, but that was okay because i believed she’d get character development. plus, she had those sweet moments like helping eugene even though she didn’t like him, and when she basically just wanted to spend time with rapunzel. i usually picture season 3 cass when i think of her, but i need to remember how great she was in the first two.

(please do not reblog/comment with discourse. also, this is not intended to be a critique of moon cass and does not need any defensive words to change my mind about her arc.)

I won’t stand for this nunsense

hey when you make posts, i just want you to know, thou/thee/thy/thine/ye are like he/you(object)/your/yours/you(subject) okay? "thou art wearing shoes," "i will wear shoes for thee," okay?

you say thine if the next word starts with a vowel and thy if the next word starts with a consonant and they both mean "your" so "thine own shoes," "thy shoes," okay?

and ye means you and refers to the subject of a sentence, "ye members of the brotherhood of shoes," okay? you need this information to create better knight yaoi. i'm personally more interested in nun yuri but we are a community

I'm sorry but imagine being in the book accurate httyd universe. You and everyone else are experiencing terrible awful horrors and are on the verge of collapse and an entire war and. Everyone just has a stupid name. Armpit never came back from trying to catch a baby dragon and probably got violently torn apart and eaten alive. Dogsballs is shaking after he just witnessed two of his friends get driven off of the cliff they were forced to camp on after their tribe got burnt to the ground to escape slavery. Your friend Crying Bitchless the Gay had to watch his entire family get enslaved and his dragon companion, knowing if he tried to stop it he'll surely die or worse, go with them. Anklebiter Ass-smeller just had to rip twenty people and dragons to shreds with his bare hands to survive at the age of fifteen. You could be named Doodoo Bitch the Brainless and the guy who literally caused the violent deaths of everyone you loved and took away all that made up you could be named like. The Butthole Bruiser

“Some years ago, I was stuck on a crosstown bus in New York City during rush hour. Traffic was barely moving. The bus was filled with cold, tired people who were deeply irritated—with one another; with the rainy, sleety weather; with the world itself. Two men barked at each other about a shove that might or might not have been intentional. A pregnant woman got on, and nobody offered her a seat. Rage was in the air; no mercy would be found here.

But as the bus approached Seventh Avenue, the driver got on the intercom. “Folks,” he said, “I know you’ve had a rough day and you’re frustrated. I can’t do anything about the weather or traffic, but here’s what I can do. As each one of you gets off the bus, I will reach out my hand to you. As you walk by, drop your troubles into the palm of my hand, okay? Don’t take your problems home to your families tonight—just leave ‘em with me. My route goes right by the Hudson River, and when I drive by there later, I’ll open the window and throw your troubles in the water. Sound good?”

It was as if a spell had lifted. Everyone burst out laughing. Faces gleamed with surprised delight. People who’d been pretending for the past hour not to notice each other’s existence were suddenly grinning at each other like, is this guy serious?

Oh, he was serious.

At the next stop—just as promised—the driver reached out his hand, palm up, and waited. One by one, all the exiting commuters placed their hand just above his and mimed the gesture of dropping something into his palm. Some people laughed as they did this, some teared up—but everyone did it. The driver repeated the same lovely ritual at the next stop, too. And the next. All the way to the river.

We live in a hard world, my friends. Sometimes it’s extra difficult to be a human being. Sometimes you have a bad day. Sometimes you have a bad day that lasts for several years. You struggle and fail. You lose jobs, money, friends, faith, and love. You witness horrible events unfolding in the news, and you become fearful and withdrawn. There are times when everything seems cloaked in darkness. You long for the light but don’t know where to find it.

But what if you are the light? What if you’re the very agent of illumination that a dark situation begs for?

That’s what this bus driver taught me—that anyone can be the light, at any moment. This guy wasn’t some big power player. He wasn’t a spiritual leader. He wasn’t some media-savvy “influencer.” He was a bus driver—one of society’s most invisible workers. But he possessed real power, and he used it beautifully for our benefit.

When life feels especially grim, or when I feel particularly powerless in the face of the world’s troubles, I think of this man and ask myself, What can I do, right now, to be the light? Of course, I can’t personally end all wars, or solve global warming, or transform vexing people into entirely different creatures. I definitely can’t control traffic. But I do have some influence on everyone I brush up against, even if we never speak or learn each other’s name. How we behave matters because within human society everything is contagious—sadness and anger, yes, but also patience and generosity. Which means we all have more influence than we realize.

No matter who you are, or where you are, or how mundane or tough your situation may seem, I believe you can illuminate your world. In fact, I believe this is the only way the world will ever be illuminated—one bright act of grace at a time, all the way to the river.“

–Elizabeth Gilbert