I am a dreamer, a writer, a runner, a Girl Scout, a sister and an over-achiever. I am entranced by the power of words. I enjoy a challenge, travelling, questioning, and competing.

I am slightly obsessed with Superman, media representation, Girl Scouts, Supernatural, good books, women's studies, LOTR, Sherlock, rugby, super heroes, dark and evil characters, and running. That is mostly what I blog about. I am a Slytherin and on the Myers-Briggs Personality Scale, I'm an INTJ.

 

Over the course of my life, I’ve received lots of good advice ranging from the practical ”Purchase a plunger before you need it” …  to the religious, “pray about it” …  to the philosophical, “everyone ends up in the same place”.  Some advice has been more influential to my life philosophy than others. These are the five best pieces of advice I have ever received:
1.  Will it matter on your wedding day? At your funeral? No? Then don’t stress.” - my parents
When something hurts, sucks, or feels like the end of the world, this little mantra makes it all seem so much smaller, so much less significant. This pain/darkness/upset will end, and better days will come.
But more importantly, this piece of advice applies to decision making. Have you been stressing about whether or not to go to Louisiana or Arizona for vacation? Trying to decide if you should paint your walls or not? Figuring out if it’s worth buying a new pair of shoes? Chances are, this decision is not as big as you are making it out to be. Take a step back and look at it in the context of the rest of your life, and don’t make mountains out of molehills.
But if the answer is ever YES. Yes, this will matter on my wedding day. Yes, this will matter at my funeral. Then you know it is time to stop, think, evaluate, get advice, research, and make an informed decision based on gut feeling, knowledge, emotion, and outside input. This is something you need to take seriously.
2. If you climb down that tree, you won’t be able to get back up - Rega
At the time it was a very practical and straight forward piece of knowledge that prevented me from using a tree to get down a cliff and dropping down to the ground below. If I went down, I wasn’t coming back up that way, and from there I would need to find a new route. It wasn’t “no. don’t do that”. It was “think. and if you make that decision be ready to deal with the consequences”.
In life, this is important.
Sometimes, the easiest solution to get what you want right now, is not the best solution in the long run.
Sometimes, you have to take a small leap of faith to get where you want to be, but you need to recognize that it won’t all be easy from there and you may need to improvise.
Sometimes, you just need to hold your impulses back and not be a moron.
3. If you pee in the woods, it’s better to wipe with a stick than leaves. – Carly Dearest 
This is the most straight-forward piece of advice on this list, and I don’t have anything to add to it. I just can’t tell you how many times this has come in handy.
4. You should play rugby - Fruitcup, Jynx,and Strawberry
On the surface, this one is pretty straight forward. Try rugby, I think you’ll like it. She was right, I loved it. I was good at it. I met some pretty awesome people. I learned new skills, got to compete, and had the opportunity to travel. If we left it right there at the literal translation, this would already be a great piece of advice.
But there was more to it than that. Try rugby meant try something new, try something different, try something that not a lot of people know about. Take a risk, take a chance, experience something. Don’t be afraid of the unknown, don’t be scared of joining a team where you know nobody, don’t shy away from it because you know nothing about it. Learn something new, and find out if you want it to be part of your life.
But there is more than even that. The conversation that led to this piece of advice was my own lament that I did not like my current track team. I was unhappy, and wanted the world to right itself and fix my problems. This piece of advice was to stop that. To stop sticking with what had made me happy in the past simply because it had made me happy in the past, and what find what could make me happy in the present and into the future. If what you’re doing isn’t working, do something else.
5. Don’t fuck up and die. Everything else is just details - Rock Climber
The man who told me this was a complete stranger. He said it as a passing comment while in a rock gym 7 years ago, and his words have stuck with me ever since as probably one of the most profound pieces of advice I have ever received.
If you live, if you survive, if you are happy, if you are safe, if you are healthy, if you have people … if all of this, nothing else matters much. There’s not a “right” way to live. There’s not “right” way to do a lot of things. If it works, it works. If it doesn’t , try again. Try again and try again. Don’t worry about finesse. Don’t worry about perfection. 
Be willing to learn. Be willing to accept advice. Be willing to change and adapt. Be willing to progress. But don’t stress about it if you don’t know how or why or the history. It’s not always important. And if it doesn’t kill you, you’ve always got the opportunity to learn it later.

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#let’s play guess the endgame one more time 

Okay you know what I was just gonna reblog this and say nothing but you know what, I’m pissed off and you wanna know why?

Ted is a Nice Guy. I don’t mean a nice man, no. I mean the motherfucking “Nice Guy” who moans and complains about how women just won’t flock to him and be exactly who he expects of them. He knew from the beginning Robin wanted to focus on her career before marriage. He knew from the beginning she didn’t want kids. She rejected him time after time before they dated the first time. She rejected him time after time after that, for nine goddamn fucking years. His refusal to stop pursuing her, and accept she did not fucking love him, destroyed his relationship with Victoria TWICE. He is the whiny high school teenager bitching because the popular girl he obsesses over just isn’t into him. He is the goddamn Nice Guy, the kind whose every action, every so-called kind deed is done purely out of trying to get Robin to date him.

Robin motherfucking Scherbatsky was an independent woman who not only relied on herself, but expected the men she wanted to be with to be independent and rely on himself, as well. She was career-minded and strong and independent and self-reliant. Those were the traits that doomed her and Ted.

In this gifset we see that Ted did not respect Robin for who she was. He didn’t want her to be self-reliant—he wanted her to rely on him. He’s like so many men out there, so many Nice Guys. Baby, let me take care of you while you put me before everything else, You’re too independent, Robin. I need you to need me, I need you to rely on me. The reason they didn’t work out was because they both wanted and needed different things in relationships, and that’s okay—what isn’t okay is that instead of accepting that, Ted blames her. Tells her that SHE is the reason why they broke up, and something about her is WRONG. He insults her, tells her that her fundamental personality is wrong, and that she is why their relationship failed; that they they just aren’t compatible, no; because she is broken.

She is so upset at this she goes to another ex. He’s the Jerk, you know; the guy who all the Nice Guys in the world call The Asshole. And you know what? You know what this Asshole does? He comforts her, he compliments her. He tells her that those traits, teh traits she’s been belittled and taunted over, the traits that make her broken, the reason why She Can’t Find A Man, are what make her wonderful. Barney loved her for her insecurities, and he supported her independence. He supported her self-reliance. In one scene, this Asshole prove to be far more accepting and mature than the so-called Nice Guy.

So who do she end up with?

Ted.

how i met your mother ending is bullshit

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Architect Student Converts Old Bus Into Luxury Rolling Home

Architect student Hank Butitta has a new home, although its on wheels. He made it with his own hands, and a little help from his friends, from an old bus he found on Craigslist.

Butitta got tired of designing buildings that didn’t exist for imaginary clients in school and wanted to work with his hands on something tangible. So he bought a bus off Craigslist and, with help from friend Justin Evidon and brother Vince, they spent nearly 14 weeks converting the run-down old bus into a sleek, modular living environment complete with a kitchen, bathroom, beds, storage, and even a floor made from wood panels stripped from an old gymnasium.

Now that Hank’s bus is finished, the group is embarking on a 5,000 mile tour around the U.S. which has just about reached its halfway point. You can see more photos, video, and follow their travels over at Hank Bought a Bussource

The coolest.  

I want to gather up my friends and get a bus like this and go on long road trips.

friend: Would your work let you roll over more than 5 days if you asked them nicely? - maybe flash them give them a lapdance?!

Me: unfortunately all my supervisors are female and straight, so I don't think that would work

Me: But I like that you think this is an acceptable way for me to barter time off

thewriterchick:


gaywrites:

We went to the party, and, as I figured, some of the guests laughed and made comments. One said to me, “Do you think this is funny? There are kids here. You want them to see this?” Another said, “You want him to be gay?”  

And I stayed calm. And I explained to them the best I could that there is no correlation between kids cross-dressing and being gay. And if he is gay, it’s not because of anything I did. It’s because he’s gay. And maybe it’s a stage. And maybe it’s not. But either way, I don’t want him to ever feel like he wasn’t able to express himself because his parents didn’t support him. And some understood. And some, trapped by religion or ignorance, gave us the stank face. 

Plenty of people are supportive. They’ll see my kids — Sydney with her long dirty blonde hair, and Asher with his short dark hair, and say, “I love your daughter’s pixie cut.” When I tell them he’s my son, they smile and say, “I love it.” They also apologize for confusing his gender, but I tell them, “Don’t apologize. He’s in a purple dress with sparkly shoes. How would you know?” I know there are parents who get worked up when you confuse their kids’ gender, but I’m not one of them.

I get home before my wife most nights, so I was taking the kids out to walk our dog. They were dressing up in different outfits, my daughter treating Asher like her doll, as she tried various dresses, shoes, and headbands on him. And then Sydney told me she wanted me to wear a dress, too — “Oh my god, it will be so funny.”

I said, “No,” but she kept begging. I said, “People will laugh at me.” She said, “If they do, I’ll tell them to go away.” And I couldn’t argue with that, as I squeezed myself into Carrie’s most flexible dress. We walked the dog on our block, and the pleasure my kids took in seeing their dad go out of his comfort zone trumped the humiliation I felt.

Carrie pulled up to the house, and I saw her slacked jaw from the end of the street. She laughed. She took a picture. And she told me I better not rip her dress. And then we all went for a pizza.


(My Son Wears Dresses And That’s OK With Me | Seth Menachem for xoJane)


Can I just say the fact that the little girl’s first reaction was “I’ll tell them to go away” made me tear up?That’s a kid, at such a young age, willing to defend people. That’s a kid who, if her brother wears a dress to school and gets picked on, will run to his side in a minute, regardless of what her friends will say. Oh god the feelings. I can’t handle it.

thewriterchick:

gaywrites:

We went to the party, and, as I figured, some of the guests laughed and made comments. One said to me, “Do you think this is funny? There are kids here. You want them to see this?” Another said, “You want him to be gay?”  
And I stayed calm. And I explained to them the best I could that there is no correlation between kids cross-dressing and being gay. And if he is gay, it’s not because of anything I did. It’s because he’s gay. And maybe it’s a stage. And maybe it’s not. But either way, I don’t want him to ever feel like he wasn’t able to express himself because his parents didn’t support him. And some understood. And some, trapped by religion or ignorance, gave us the stank face. 
Plenty of people are supportive. They’ll see my kids — Sydney with her long dirty blonde hair, and Asher with his short dark hair, and say, “I love your daughter’s pixie cut.” When I tell them he’s my son, they smile and say, “I love it.” They also apologize for confusing his gender, but I tell them, “Don’t apologize. He’s in a purple dress with sparkly shoes. How would you know?” I know there are parents who get worked up when you confuse their kids’ gender, but I’m not one of them.
I get home before my wife most nights, so I was taking the kids out to walk our dog. They were dressing up in different outfits, my daughter treating Asher like her doll, as she tried various dresses, shoes, and headbands on him. And then Sydney told me she wanted me to wear a dress, too — “Oh my god, it will be so funny.”
I said, “No,” but she kept begging. I said, “People will laugh at me.” She said, “If they do, I’ll tell them to go away.” And I couldn’t argue with that, as I squeezed myself into Carrie’s most flexible dress. We walked the dog on our block, and the pleasure my kids took in seeing their dad go out of his comfort zone trumped the humiliation I felt.
Carrie pulled up to the house, and I saw her slacked jaw from the end of the street. She laughed. She took a picture. And she told me I better not rip her dress. And then we all went for a pizza.

Can I just say the fact that the little girl’s first reaction was “I’ll tell them to go away” made me tear up?

That’s a kid, at such a young age, willing to defend people. That’s a kid who, if her brother wears a dress to school and gets picked on, will run to his side in a minute, regardless of what her friends will say.

Oh god the feelings. I can’t handle it.

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asexual sirens getting real fuckin pissed about all these sailors interrupting choir rehearsal

sirens are already asexual they dont have sex with the men they kill them

well no wonder they kill them they keep interrupting choir rehearsal

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Rosetta Stone

My heart broke into tiny pieces when I read the Rosetta Stone tweet.

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laverne cox is well on her way to becoming one of the most important, inspiring feminist icons of our time don’t even look at me if you think differently.

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lokiloo:

So today this family came into the restaurant and I while I was serving them, their son saw my Iron Man and Captain America charms and said ‘Avengers! I love the Avengers!’ I smiled and asked who his favorite was, and he said “Iron Man!’ with such a conviction that I wanted to melt.

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Joan Rivers on the Ed Sullivan Show, 1967 (x)

HOW IN THE WORLD DID SHE TALK LIKE THIS BACK THEN AND END UP HOSTING A SHOW TEARING APART WHAT PEOPLE LOOK FOR A FRIGGING LIVING????

SHOCKED when I got to the bottom and saw “Joan Rivers”

You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

that is the best use for that quote i have ever seen…

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So a guy from the local paper stopped me at graduation while I was photographing some of my friends, and asked me to retake the picture so he could photograph me taking it, and it somehow ended up on their website.

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Great way to capture the ending of Senior year, right? Well, until you see the photo I was actually taking 

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Aldous Huxley, C. S. Lewis and JFK all died on the same day, 11/22/63

Which is one day before the premier of Doctor Who.

Which was repeated the next week because it was of course overshadowed by JFK’s assassination the first time around.

And how hard is it to land even a minimum-wage job? This year, the Ivy League college admissions acceptance rate was 8.9%. Last year, when Walmart opened its first store in Washington, D.C., there were more than 23,000 applications for 600 jobs, which resulted in an acceptance rate of 2.6%, making the big box store about twice as selective as Harvard and five times as choosy as Cornell. Telling unemployed people to get off their couches (or out of the cars they live in or the shelters where they sleep) and get a job makes as much sense as telling them to go study at Harvard.