mykindofcrazy

[diana-art]

Red is like James Bond to Liz

[dankmemesreasonforliving]

[lesbiantiana]

witches in old fairytales had the right idea. living alone, unmarried, in the middle of the woods, and if a hero stumbled across their cottage they’re like “maybe I’ll give you a magical token to help you out. maybe I’ll fuck up your entire life. depends :)”

[anxietyproblem]

[efva]

#2

"Would you know my name

Would it be the same

If I saw you in heaven"

I didn't know that he was dead when i dreamed of him that time... the first time...

That i remembered the dream for years afterwards down to specific details should have maybe prompted me to suspect something... but I have always been so evidence based in everything.

I even remembered the way he smelled. Just like he used to. Stonedust, sunshine, warmth, him.

The dream had been innocent enough.

It happened at a sculpture workshop. Running into him. He looked like he had that last time. Tall, real life strong, shirtless, his jeans stained with smudges of clay. His beard almost grey.

The moment i stepped in and noticed him there, he froze at his workbench his back to me. He turned around almost in slow motion. And simply stood there. Staring. Unbelieving.

I walked up to him and told him. "I came here only for you. Just for you."

I can still feel the warmth of his skin on mine from that embace. The softness of his beard. The smell of him. I always did. And will.

I had woken up that next morning at my mother's place, on a run from the past, starting anew from zero and i still remember that feeling of a great loss that came over me. I needed sleepingpills for weeks afterwards. Never knowing why. Not really. Until 8 years later.

You are dead. I still can't believe it. But i will find you. I promise.

[sakura-haruka]

[scratchybeardsweetmouth]

GoT Cast and Crew Commentary lowkey shipping on Daenerys and Jorah → requested by @toas-tea​

BONUS:

[socrappily-deactivated20140302]

“what are you reading?”

“its a…online book.”

[angogabloggian]

“oh cool, what’s it about?”

“….uh….”

[starksnstripes]

[christophrnolan]

I love that everyone just knows

[ishipanarmada]

Or…alternately:

“what are you writing?”

“it’s a….story.”

“oh cool, what’s it about?”

“…uh…”

[chrispineofficial]

“can i read it?”

[spoopingbitty]

I will never not reblog this

[bwayboundicons]

“what’s it called?”

“I don’t know I just randomly clicked on it!”

[starduststorms]

I LOVE HOW ACCURATE THIS IS.

#FANDOMTHINGSGUYS#FANDOMTHINGS

[talentedmelanin-deactivated2018]

😭😭 MY PEOPLE

[notsolittlemochi-deactivated202]

Guilty af looool

[1shadowhole]

WHY IS THIS SO ACCURATE

[procrastinatingsab]

😂😂

[1-800-bitchie]

MY GRANDMOTHER: *takes it from my hands amd starts reading it.* she stops right before that part*

[merlinfreya27]

I love how everyone just knows

[xoxolosergirl]

Or how you can read with a straight face and someone goes: “what are you reading so intently?” And then looks over your shoulder but you just clicked the see next page and it freaking saved you because the next was an author note

[zombieheroine]

The real writer experience is standing in the shower and coming up with the most authentic dialogue with perfect phrasing and raw emotion in your head, then stepping out and drying your hair, putting on some clean pajamas and opening a word document to write down all your perfect ideas only to realize everything has evaporated. 

[thehumanfront]

Causation and the soul

Pictured: A floating man.

Imagine you wake into an existence for the first time; you’re falling through the air at 200 km/h.

What are your first thoughts? Can you conceptualise what’s happening? Are you even aware of yourself? (The first thoughts of a sperm whale falling into an alien planet in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy are: ‘Ah … ! What’s happening?’) 

Avicenna, a Persian philosopher of the Islamic Golden Age, considered this situation in his famous ‘floating-man’ thought experiment. In his version of events a man is permanently suspended in air and deprived of all his senses since birth. Until now he hasn’t experienced anything.

Yet, Avicenna said, while the man doesn’t know what’s happening, he has primordial knowledge of himself: he was born with a concept of being (‘knowledge by presence’). Avicenna, therefore, posited the idea of innate knowledge, which exists through a transcendent self or ‘soul’, separately from the body and our sense experience.

The idea of innate knowledge sits in opposition to the views on causation of David Hume, who argued we only gain knowledge through experience alone. Hence, according to Hume, The Floating Man could not know himself. Moreover, he cannot know that X causes Y because he hasn’t experienced X’s relation to Y before: thus The Floating Man does not understand what’s going on around him either.

However, there’s an issue with Hume’s position: the predictive power of babies! Some scientific studies report how they perform tasks correctly without ever being taught; thus they exert causal control on the external world before experiencing it. 

Who’s right? While a transcendent self or soul may sound outlandish, babies having innate knowledge is imaginable. Are we born with relevant knowledge of the world or not?

[singofsolace]

Whenever I’m feeling a little down, I watch this video. Marina Sirtis speaks beautifully on the subject of loving yourself even when society tells you not to. Her honesty and openness is breathtaking. 

[betweendreamingandliving]

QUEEN

[qhasbpdandthatsokay]

Everyone needs to hear this.

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

No but seriously. Normalize finding love in your 40's. Normalize discovering and chasing new dreams in your 30's. Normalize finding yourself and your purpose in your 50's. Life doesn't end at 25. Let's stop acting like it does.

[efva]

Reblogging forever

[samcaarter]

Babylon 5 rewatch: Walkabout 

[psych2go]

Hope you guys like this batch! Could you guys check out our Facebook: [Psych2Go]

The community there isn’t too great, so having some of you there to make the comments a friendlier place would be awesome! :)

[starrybouquet]

Heya! Any suggestions for good Affinity fix it fics?

Hi there! Okay, this is going to be kind of long...sorry about that. I have a weakness for these fics, clearly. I split this up into two sections; the first one is strictly the answer to this question, the second one has more of my absolute favorites (and are generally longer/more plotty).

Affinity AUs: True “fix-it” fics where that conversation in Affinity goes differently, or they have a different conversation before/after that one. These are all total fluff. Definitely fluff. But I mean, what else is fix-it fic for? :)

Rain by Rebecca Steven Taylor

Silver and Gold by PodBayDoors

Hope by Regularamanda

Aftershocks of Affinity by BrenRenQoI

A Delicate Balance by @wackyjacqs​

Where would you be, then? by musical-aven

The Question by Sams_Sister

Sam and Pete are Engaged (though not for long) Fics: These are all better than what actually happened, in my very humble opinion. :) I tried hard to stay within the ones that are really set after Sam is engaged, otherwise this list would have been endless!

Locked in a Room by craterdweller - sweet post-Affinity cliche fic. Telepathy forces Sam and Jack to lower some of those barriers.

being with you gets me that way by @professortennant​ - post-Grace fic with an injured Sam wanting Jack around instead of Pete.

The Way We Were by Bekki - another cliche fic. But oh man is it a good one. The sparse writing style always makes me feel..feelings. A lot of them.

Still There by KissHerJack - A great Christmas fic that undoes the damage of Affinity. I know it’s June, but Christmas in the summer is always good.

That Famous Happy End by sgater926 - Okay, so this is unpardonably romantic fluff. But I love So Close from Enchanted and nearly died when I found someone had written an SJ fic using the song.

And finally, this one does not fix things. At all, really. But it’s such a good Affinity  extension fic that I have to mention it anyway. Being There by Polrobin. And hey, there’s at least a post-Threads sequel!

I’m absolutely sure I’m missing a bunch of excellent fics, especially from AO3. Everyone, feel free to offer your suggestions?

[efva]

A WIP.

1

I promised to remember him. To hold his face, his scent, his heart in mine.

"I promise to find you."

He had died eight years ago. And i never even knew.

A new life, a new country, new people. Other problems and other friends. Other loves. Through all the years, through two decades, i kept him in my heart. Never knowing that when i had dreamed of him, it had been a visit from a ghost long gone.

So when i finally found out, i made him a promise.

"I will find you."

I never did find out why he died. He had no right to go so young. 58 is not a reasonable age to die. He was always so big, so strong, larger than life. You would have to be to work stone into visions of beauty for a living.

I searched for years for a reason and in the end i didn't even find out where they buried him. His so called loving family.

He just disappeared. One notice of death in the local newspaper. Not even any condolances published. Just as if he never was, as if he never mattered.

I remember the weekend of his death very well. When i first found out that that's when he died i couldn't believe it. That was the toughest time of my life. I remember spending weeks around that time fighting to keep my own sanity for my own reasons. Most to do with betrayals and violence in my personal life. And i remember thinking of him. Thinking about reaching out.

I didn't.

I should have.

And then he died.

I continued. And lived my life. Keeping him hidden.

I loved and appreciated all i had.

And i made him a promise that day i found out.

"i will find you when it's all over and done with"

I just didn't expect that day to come so soon. 43 is not a reasonable age to die.

[70sgroupie]

only you

[myloveiainglen]