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If you’re a writer and you see this post, stop what you’re doing.





Just one sentence. Stop blogging for one minute and write a single sentence. It could be dialogue, it could be a nice description of scenery, it could be a metaphor, I don’t care. The point is, do it. Then, when you finish, you can get back to blogging.

If this gets viral, you might just have your novel finished by next Tuesday.

My latest WIP is about 65K. Fuck my entire life. *sulkily goes to write*

my wip is ridiculously long, but i actually wrote a huge paragraph \0/

mwahahahaha, first time this has popped up on my dash and I’ve already been writing.

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directorshellhead: nothing but love for you, bb.

directorshellhead: nothing but love for you, bb.

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Keira Knightley talks about Pirates of the Caribbean and her boobs.

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An updated version of this gifset. Now with more #parkour!


directorshellhead wordsplat

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there is not one search term here that isn’t magical

i know ive reblogged this before at least twice but i decided to read through the entire thing this time and im in pain from how hard i am laughing please forgive me


There’s just so god damn much joy in this one image … I just …


This is someone with a rad plan … and one I want to be a part of.

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Bucky Barnes: Captain America’s first shield

The more I rewatch (because that’s never going to stop happening), the more I see what was enhanced in Bucky. When he’s liberated from Zola, the first questions he asks are entirely about Steve’s well-being. He, the man who was beaten and tortured and imprisoned, wants to make sure his friend is all right. He wants to take care of him, even when he can barely stand.
So here’s my expanded theory: the serum takes what makes a man good or bad and amplifies it to the Nth degree. So Steve, who is just and good and fair-minded, becomes even more so. But Bucky? What do we know about Bucky? We know that his first and foremost priority in New York was to keep Steve safe. His protective instincts are epic, and in the deleted scene, he’s doing the same for the rest of the 107th.

Bucky is a protector. It’s what he did back in the day. He protects that which he considers his, in this case, Steve.

So when this corrupted serum was put into him, it took this loyalty and protectiveness and turned it up to eleven. And not just the emotions, but upped the ruthlessness with which he protected that which was his. If someone tries to kill the person that Bucky is protecting, he shows no hesitation in killing them first. He arms himself to protect Steve.

And this carries over to the Winter Soldier.

Not the loyalty, because that’s why they need to use their machines. But the fact that he will kill anyone who is a threat to his handlers. He isn’t loyal to them, not by choice. They use their machines to change his focus and make him protect them. He does everything he did for Steve for them now, because he still has that impulse to defend. It’s just that he’s now defending the people who turned him into a weapon. They took his mind and made him theirs, but they couldn’t change the person he was before, the protector.

The definition of shield is “a person or thing providing protection”. Long before Steve Rogers was Captain America, he already had a shield.


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can you imagine hermione doing snapes werewolf paper and going ” oh my god, professor lupin is a werewolf! Professor…. Remus…Lupin” and then she just starts killing herself laughing and when she finally stops lavender and parvati walk in and lavender goes “this werewolf thing is ridiculous, i’m complaining to professor lupin-” and it just sets hermione off laughing all over again

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There’s a lot of posts going out for those in need. Those are really important posts right now. But for a second, I’d like to address the other suffers of mental illness. The people who watch it happen and have no idea what’s going on, why it’s going on and why that person keeps doing what they do.

Trigger warning for frank talk from someone who has been through at least 2 major depressive episodes.

I can only speak from the POV of depression and anxiety, but I know there’s a lot of crossover with bipolor and other disorders.

Depression taught me to lie. It taught me to lie far greater than the fear of discovery of undone homework, unfinished chores, broken rules, or failure.

Depression made me a liar. I lie to you, I lie to my friends, I lie to my family, I lie to people who love me. I lie to myself. My brain lies to me.

Depression makes me lie.  It makes me lie to friends who never seem to understand. It makes me lie to family members who never remember the last time I explained what was wrong. It makes me lie to the genuinely curious because I just can’t talk about it again.

Depression lies to me. All the time. Depression tells me things I don’t want to hear, but secretly worry is true. Depression whispers terrible things in my ears and twists even the most genuine of affection from people who love me. Depression makes my brain tell me untrue things, depression backs these up with ‘facts’ that I’m sure are true. Depression lies so well that I can see it happening in someone else and help dig them out of their hole, but if I were to fall in the exact same hole, depression would tell me it’s my fault and there’s no way out.

Depression isn’t logical. And if you try to approach understanding your loved ones actions with just logic, you’ll fail every time. Sometimes, you just have to accept that these are actions and feelings their brains believe to be true. Or at least, are good at lying about and go from there.

Depression cannot be cured by calling a brain a liar. You cannot explain to your child, your friend, your parent, your sibling that they are wrong, lay out a logical argument and expect that to be enough. Depression lies. And depression needs more than your disbelief to stop.

It took me 6 years of therapy and a merry go round of meds to find one that works and to be able to untangle my own lies. I now have a decent chance of stopping an emotional spiral as it starts. I have my hand made lie detector and prescription truth serum. I also have contingencies for when my lies evolve. I have stop gaps. I have routines and meds and years of training. And still, sometimes, my brain lies.

Summation: You cannot demand someone get better and expect it to work. If you want them to be better, take an active role. Offer to look up docs within their insurance, offer to drive them to the first appointments. Offer to debunk ONE specific lie. (I AM your friend, I will always be your friend). Offer to find the funniest cat videos.

Don’t just tell them to get better, or even worse, call them weak. We are the strongest people you know, after all, some of us have been taught to lie since we were children.

reblogging b/c I’ve seen people implying that mental illness is not a disease,is a disease that you can choose your way out of or quite simply, a disease that’s not so serious, come on people, you’re just weak/lazy

Let me reiterate. Depression lies more than a cornered Nick Fury. It lies more creatively and more convincingly. It lies All. The. Time. And I’m really, really lucky to be in a place where I can recognize those lies more than half the time. Not everyone is so lucky. It is not up to me or anyone else who is sick to PROVE TO YOU that I deserve to be treated like someone with a serious illness. Which is to say, with dignity, humanity, empathy and above all, belief.

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“When thinking of iconic romance, ask yourself if any imagery (paintings, photographs, film-stills) comes to mind that is not showing heterosexual couples? Probably not,” says photographer Braden Summers of his photo series of everyday gay and lesbian couples from around the globe.


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