To all the cute beautiful littles out there having a tough time or a bad day, I believe in you. You will get through this. You are stronger than you think. You might feel alone or empty, but I’m here for you <3
Way back in 2007 I knew I had to do something with those two and this song, but I didn’t know what, or how. Now I know - this, and something else that’ll come soon.
confidence is a muscle, and if you don’t flex it enough, it gets weaker. sometimes i let my circumstances impact the way i see the girl staring back at me in the mirror. and she doesn’t deserve that, because she’s been through a lot.
i’m not a genetic unicorn. i have health conditions stacked on top of one another that leave me fatigued, anxious, and riddled with chronic pain. for some reason i look in the mirror and instead of thanking my body for taking care of me the best that it can, and for getting me through the hard days, i chastise it for being too big. too curvy. too this or too that.
the other day i literally looked at myself and said “you’d be so pretty if you weren’t so fat”. and then i stopped. because i realized that i would never let somebody else speak to me that way, and i would never speak that way to someone i loved.
i’ve somehow accidentally convinced myself that i am undeserving of love because i’m not a size 2. but that’s bullshit. you do not magically get a permission slip from the universe to start loving yourself once you’re a certain size. i was beautiful and deserving of love yesterday, just like i am today, and like i will be tomorrow.
Doefamously despises mouthsoaping. She makes it quite clear how much she hates it! That made it an absolutely appropriate punishment for her lying to me at a party. Dishonesty cannot be tolerated.
if we could read minds I still don’t think we’d understand them.
like I’ve spoken to people who think in images, who have to translate each thought into words before they communicate. and I think entirely in words, laid out across the void inside my head. my father’s thinking is 3d, concepts structured in ways that are incredibly difficult to translate into words. and how would that look to me, if I could see into it? how do I perceive a thought that my mind cannot contain by the nature of their construction?
we all speak a private language to ourselves and we are always translating so we can speak to each other…don’t touch me I’m emotional
F.Mendelssohn Bartholdy Symphony No.3 in A minor Scottish Op.56
Conducted by Leonard Bernstein
Have I ever mentioned how much I freaking love and adore and worship Felix Mendelssohn and how much of a genius he is
This man makes me feel things for which I don’t have words to describe, but I always feel like I’m going to have a cardiac explosion and that my heart is going to leap off my chest and reach the Heavens
that 4th movement, I’d be headbanging in the club if the DJ played this
Summary:After returning home from the Jurassic Park catastrophe, Alan finds himself gravitating towards you. It’s subtle and sweet and the more time passes, the more you realize that there may be something unfamiliar brewing in his head. Could the infamous Dinosaur Man actually be falling for you?
Rating:General
Warnings:Nothing serious. Just canon-typical references to the events on Isla Nublar and kissing/making out (nothing too heated, just pure intimacy).
Word Count:3.6K
A/N:This takes place somewhere between Jurassic ParkandJurassic Park III. It’s just a fluffy exploration of post-Isla Nublar life and a chance for me to shower my comfort character with much needed love. (As always, no beta.)
Love the fact that Ed and Stede are such dramatic bitches but there’s actually almost no drama between them (before the finale, of course).
In eps 4-8 one could be forgiven for assuming these two grown up theater kids who have just found the love of their life would become this tornado of chaos together, but actually the moments between Ed and Stede are some of the quietest of the show?
The drama is coming from everyone else towards them. The French nobles at the party, or Izzy, or the crew members, or Calico Jack. When they’re alone together though, Stede and Ed are having a nice breakfast in the crow’s nest, sharing a glass of brandy, laughing on the deck in conversation, or enjoying a cup of tea just the way they like it. (Yes, they are also dueling and asking the other to run him through and there’s a lot of screaming but it was supposed to be a sex/intimacy metaphor played for laughs so I’m going with that interpretation to support my point.) In the midst of the chaos of Calico Jack’s visits, private moments between Ed and Stede bring down the volume and are rare moments of calm in an otherwise manic episode.
I think in a media landscape that often equates love with drama, conflict as a show of devotion, and where the necessities of trying to keep a story interesting often translate to making a relationship as rocky as possible, to the point of toxicity, Stede and Ed’s relationship is immensely refreshing. They are adults. They have their issues and their neuroses and they’re currently separated with one in immense pain over the loss of the other (we don’t actually know yet if that’ll translate to fighting between them!) BUT it’s a relationship where I believe because of evidence on screen that these people are friends too. That together they stabilize one another and make one another happy. That they’re not just a powder keg fling of sexual tension and conflict, these are lifelong partners who discovered each other later in life. Their unique qualities compliment each other but they are wholly their own people and those people, in their natural state, are not in conflict. The tone of the vast, vast majority of Stede and Ed’s time together is of happiness and peace, and I think that’s beautiful.
