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Guys i know im not a sports account but my basketball team is Lowkey Fucked for march madness
I love seeing a bell curve in tumblr polls. Like mmm yes kurtosis
I feel like something not enough fic writers (or maybe writers in general) take into account is the weird relationship between PTSD/PTSD dreams and chronic pain.
Like yeah everyone knows the stereotypical PTSD âwake up with a panic attackâ dream, and most people know the âloud noise wakes a person up into an episodeâ but likeâŚ. What about the dreams (not nightmares) of the event/something based on the event and waking up knowing if the day is going to be a good or a bad pain day. In real life it sucks pretty bad but as a hurt/comfort fanfic trope?!??? Do u guys see the vision
Recently ive been plagued with deeply unpleasant dreams. Not nightmares, although every time i woke up deeply shaken by them. They were dreams only by the absence of panic felt when woken up, but they targeted every fear Iâve opened up to people about recently.
Anyway last night i dreamt about Thrawn (unusual, i typically only dream about real people) who, for whatever reason, had started joining troops on extraction missions. And every time they captured a target, they would take them into a room (that looked weirdly like lecture hall with more beige and folding chairs) and do some kind of ritual where Thrawn took his tunic off (weird ik). Anyway eventually i (who, in this instance, was Eli Vanto) was sitting in the crowd (towards the aisle, 2ish rows back) and instead of approaching the prisoner, Thrawn approached me and then hugged me. It was one of those weird dreams where i can feel everything but also not enough. I felt the pressure of his chest on mine and the feeling of my hands at his back, and maybe a little warmth. For the first time in probably a week, I woke up feeling comforted rather than disturbed.
Anyway that was really crazy. Still wouldnt wish these super vivid real-life dreams on anyone theyre still really awful most of the time.
Update i think it might be bc I slept hugging a pillow
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If your language lost, it should die with dignity, not be put on artificial life-support because âreasonsâ
#Sorry but I have no sympathy for that fight#let the dead languages be dead#grumping#controversial opinions#because people always get annoyed with me when I say this#but Gaelic (for example) shouldnât still exist
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Gaelic hasnt been lost. Itâs never died or been brought back. Thereâs an unbroken line of native speakers going back to the beginning of the language. That doesnât seem like a âlostâ language to me. Furthermore Iâm not sure what âartificial life-supportâ means in this context. Gaelic is given funding for schools because thereâs still native speakers of the language. Itâs no more artificial than money being given to schools for English language lessons.
If anything is âartificialâ its the imposition of a foreign language (English) into a Gaelic majority zone and native speakers having to fight for decades to be able to be taught in their own language. Native speakers being forced to learn English to exist within their own regions because a central government would not allow services to be given in a peopleâs own language.
But then the clock only goes back so far with people who wish that minority languages would just die. Thereâs nothing artificial about shooting someone but suddenly it becomes an âartificialâ act to maybe phone an ambulance?
âThereâs nothing artificial about shooting someone but suddenly it becomes an âartificialâ act to maybe phone an ambulance?â â THIS RIGHT HERE
Also just gonna point out here:
In the UK, the languages Gaelige, Gaelic, Cymraeg and Kernewek (thatâs Irish, Scottish, Welsh and Cornish respectively) didnât just âdie out.â There was a concerted effort by the English to kill them off.Â
For example, in Wales, if a child was heard speaking Welsh in a classroom, theyâd be given a âWelsh Notâ, a wooden plaque engraved with âWNâ to hang around their neck. Theyâd pass it onto the next child heard speaking Welsh, and whoever had the Welsh Not at the end of the day was punished - usually with a beating.Â
Kernewek was revived after a long hard struggle by the Cornish folk, and is now being taught again, but a lot about it has been lost because everyone who grew up speaking it has died.
And languages are never revived âjust because.â The language of a place can offer so much insight into its history, so if youâre content to let a language die then youâre content to let history die.
People talk about âdeadâ languages as if they dwindle away gradually, naturally coming to an end and evolving into something else, but thatâs rarely the case. Languages like Cymraeg and Gaelige and especially Kernewek didnât have the chance to die with dignity, they were literally beaten out of my parents and grandparents.Â
Is it any wonder every other country hate the English? We invade their country, steal their history, claim pieces of their history as ours or flat out re-write it, and kill every part of their culture that we can.Â
Itâs a miracle that any of the Celtic languages survived, so even if you donât see the point in keeping them alive, the actual natives of each country weâve fucked over are clinging onto what heritage they have left through the only thing they can: their language.Â
Does a language ever truly die with dignity? And so what if people try to revive a language-especially if that language was lost to colonialism? Whatâs it to you? It has nothing to do with you on what other people decide to do, especially regarding their own heritage.
Mind your damn business if you canât be supportive of people reviving languages that shouldnât have been put in the position they are in to begin with. Languages are part of culture and they live as their people do and if the people want to reclaim their heritage that was denied, it continues to live because they continue to.
Recently ive been plagued with deeply unpleasant dreams. Not nightmares, although every time i woke up deeply shaken by them. They were dreams only by the absence of panic felt when woken up, but they targeted every fear Iâve opened up to people about recently.
Anyway last night i dreamt about Thrawn (unusual, i typically only dream about real people) who, for whatever reason, had started joining troops on extraction missions. And every time they captured a target, they would take them into a room (that looked weirdly like lecture hall with more beige and folding chairs) and do some kind of ritual where Thrawn took his tunic off (weird ik). Anyway eventually i (who, in this instance, was Eli Vanto) was sitting in the crowd (towards the aisle, 2ish rows back) and instead of approaching the prisoner, Thrawn approached me and then hugged me. It was one of those weird dreams where i can feel everything but also not enough. I felt the pressure of his chest on mine and the feeling of my hands at his back, and maybe a little warmth. For the first time in probably a week, I woke up feeling comforted rather than disturbed.
Anyway that was really crazy. Still wouldnt wish these super vivid real-life dreams on anyone theyre still really awful most of the time.
Lost media makes me sad and almost-lost but found and treasured media makes me happy-sad. My heart aches for the videos deleted that were once kept dear. The fanfictions whose graves are marked only by those who loved it. How much art has been taken by time? Im so sleepy and also so sad. This post was brought to you by Super Spadicious Piano Spectacular on the LF archive. My heart hurts.
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iâm always rooting for two girls to kiss thatâs just whatâs in my nature
well no thatâs not what i made this post for.. do the men have to be brought into everything
The ao3 authors curse is real
Deadass though i knew last semester was gonna be evil but i didnt know it would be THAT evil. Between 6:30 AM exams and heart problems and noisy neighbors i barely had time to BREATHE let alone write. And then im finally finished and my cat (my baby who means the whole world to me) goes into heart failure. And now, of course, my ocd is taking this whole âcurseâ idea and making me ill with anxiety any time i even think about writing. Like holy shite can i get a BREAK
Anyway
The ao3 authors curse is real
The ao3 authors curse is real
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The superbat fics i read donât mention Bruceâs 3 bajillion thread count sheets enough. Bc like I KNOW Clark can feel every molecule of those bitches and doesnât know how to feel abt it.