Conviction is a Luxury

I think I hate Sansa more than Joffrey and Cersei put together

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I mean, she’s just such a bitch! 

Sansa is probably one of the strongest characters in the show like, jesus, she is brave

Strongest characters? She cannot compare to the likes of Arya, Tryion and Jon to name just a few! She whines like fuck when Joffrey is being his usual twat-like self yet still insists on marrying him! She’s just the worst.

Brave doesn’t mean not being afraid, it means standing up to what you are afraid of. If she said anything against joffrey she would be put to death. And she still manages to slip in a few insults here and there. She knows what she has to do to stay alive and though it horrifies her, she still manages to do it

I actually did a research project a month or so back regarding the fandom mischaracterization and demonization of traditionally feminine characters which are “otherwise” strong characters, narratively speaking [quotations used because, contrary to what seems to be popular belief, it is entirely possible to be feminine and also strong, as well as being a strong character—which I’d like to point out, you can be a weak person and still be a strong character, in that strong characterization refers to a well-crafted, realistic narrative element.

Seriously though, the girl is literally in the lion’s den. She’s been raised all her life to be a princess, and she likes that—there’s nothing wrong with it. She’s good at a lot of things, and is naive, and romantic, and none of those make her weak.

Have I mentioned she’s like, fucking 14?
For fuck’s sake. What were you doing at 14?
Watching you father beheaded in front of you by your originally charming [well that’s debatable, but I think being an infatuated and hopeful 14 year old kind of pulled the wool over her eyes a bit] but now increasingly psychotic fiance? Surely not. Arya might’ve also lost her father, but she didn’t get to see it, and she wasn’t a mere five feet from him when it happened.

That’s one hell of a trauma to face, and she bears it with an amazing amount of resolve. Everyone around her is waiting for her to trip up, and when she doesn’t, they make up excuses and situations to blame her for, especially Cersei and Joffrey. 

She looks at the piked heads of her father and her lady in waiting, the two people she had held closest to her, and doesn’t even cry, because that would be letting Joffrey win.

That takes incredible strength, and honestly, it could be argued that that kind of emotional resolve—the poise and self-control that is the only thing she has left to fight back with, and the only thing that’s keeping her alive—takes a lot more strength than flying off the handle or fighting in a war.

I just. Argh. I could go on for ages about this, and it wouldn’t make any difference in the world. There’s hundreds of examples of why she’s incredibly developed as a character, nevermind her internal strength.

Before you go calling characters weak just because they’re feminine or “whiny”, maybe you should look up the term ‘internalized misogyny’, just for kicks.

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(Source: matty-snow-the-doctors-bastard)

It is
the loneliness of loss compounded
by the anxiety of disturbed routine and excessive stress, diluted sleep
Deprivation and
Influential literary empathy in
complicated interpersonal
entropy.

Coping with Dystopia vs. Coping with Reality

Had a dream about living in a dystopic society where everyone at a certain age would be dressed up and shipped off to fend for themselves on an island, hunger games style aside from the fact that more than one person was allowed to survive; whoever survived towards the end of the 1-5?? year time period was allowed to continue on to integrate into larger society. And even on the ride back, through trains and boats, there was stuff that went on that assured another third of the kids would die in transit.

And we believed that this was for the greater good. I believed it. I had it tattooed on my hands, some sort of propaganda motto about the government ripping things away only to give them back to the worthy few.

But when I got off the boat and to the “real” world, it was a slums. The unemployed and homeless could only find jobs being pimped out for torture, chained up and caged up naked and mutilated on the sides of the road with people calling out how much it was to stab or cut or kick someone. Sex was practically a moot point, it was hurting and killing that got people off at this point, so desensitized to everything as they were.

All of the clothes in a shop I went into were excessively expensive and only a select few people could afford them.

Never even mind food.

Things got muddled after that. I was walking along a traintrack and sobbing to this woman I had run into in a clothing shop, sobbing because it was supposed to be better than this. Showing her my tattoos, trying to read them but even as I tried they lifted out of my skin and came off in thick scabs.

Then I was standing by a railing with my parents, watching my younger sister walk down the ramp towards the boat because it was her turn. She was so tiny, eight or nine years old, blonde hair curled and pinned back, black velvet dress with white trim down to her knees, grey stockings and shiny black shoes. 

And I remember thinking, she was just so tiny. Was I that tiny, when I went? And what was it all for, anyway? Was it worth it? When this was all we had left to look forward to, when nothing was getting better and everything was getting worse?

And yet despite all that when I woke up I wanted to go back to sleep, because somehow living in that kind of dystopia is preferable to coping with reality right now.

Jagged in the morning.

Worn around the edges.

I am a playing card, 

left out in the rain.

Soft runny colours, dirt worn hard into

thin textures.

Gritty and quiet underfoot

sticking to each other card with

surprising tenacity 

the saccharine determination of

a last stand.

How to write a Paper [my process]:

I’ve been seeing a couple joke posts floating around lately and I’ve also had friends complain to me about not knowing how to write a paper easily, so I decided to type up the process I use that works best for me. It may not work for everyone, but hey—it helps me get my ADD addled thoughts focused enough to churn out 5-15 page papers, so I thought it might help someone else in need of inspiration.

1. Pick topic. [Ex. Birds]

2. Pick question related to topic. [Ex. Why do birds fly south for the winter.]

3. Decide your personal answer/opinion to question. [Ex. Because it’s cold as balls.]

4. Decide on what you think the 3 strongest reasons to back up your answer are. [Ex. Biological requirements of birds, weather patterns, historical precedence, etc.]

5. Write them up in an outline to reference later if you feel lost.
I like to reference my outline every time I switch to a new paragraph, just to keep my mind on track.

[Ex.
Topic: Why do birds fly south for the winter?
P. 1: What are birds? (We just don’t know)
P. 2: General flight patterns of birds related to weather across the globe.
P. 3: Finish up quoting some other scientific theories about why birds fly south for the winter, hopefully they agree with yours.
Conclusion: Summarize what you’ve learned in your research and what the final conclusion to your question is.]
 

^—-***At this point it helps to organize or choose/change your back-up reasoning [p. 1-3] in a way that makes sense; ideally, they should all be thematically related, since they deal with the same question, and you should be able to organize them in a way that dovetails each one into the next—-this will allow your essay to transition seamlessly. Additionally, writing up your outline and figuring out your points first will help you realize early on if you don’t have enough data or research to back-up your question/answer, and whether or not you need to choose a different topic.***
 

6. Start by writing your Topic/Introduction paragraph—don’t bother titling your paper until you’re done. This saves you time if you don’t have a solid conclusion in mind yet and it also lowers pressure of staring at a blank page.
This paragraph should loosely introduce your topic, and it helps to be somewhat illustrative and stylistic as a hook
[Ex. For centuries, human beings have marvelled at the wonder that is birds, and used their behavior to track various natural phenomena such as weather, natural disasters, and the changing of the seasons…etc].
I like to end my topic paragraph with the question I’m asking, so that the body paragraphs flow afterwards as an elaborate answer.
[Ex. What exactly is it that allows birds to sense these changes before we can, however, and why do they react the way they do? etc.]

7. Write your 3 body paragraphs. They should smoothly transition from one to the next if you organized them and picked them well, and you can go back in later and separate them into three paragraphs if you write better by just discussing the topic fluidly. Otherwise, just stick to one point per paragraph and make sure you elaborate on it thoroughly—using quotes and source material is usually mandatory at this stage.

8. Write your conclusion paragraph, summarizing what you wrote in the body paragraphs but in a concise, 1-3 sentence method, picking out only the most important points, and then re-stating your original question, followed immediately by your final conclusion.

9. Hey look at that you’re done writing your paper! Now you get to read over it, do some basic edits, and the most fun part: pick out a silly title, double space the whole thing for added length, write in your personal info, and print that shit.

10. Go do whatever the hell you like to do for fun, ‘cause you deserve a reward for kicking your homework’s ass.

****[Don’t forget to write a work’s cited page, if you’re citing sources and using source-material/research material in your paper, otherwise that’s plagiarism! I like to use Son of a Citation machine. All you have to do is fill in your source info and it will do the citation for you in MLA, AMA, or whatever format you need.]****

Another year is side-stepping stereotypes, expectations, and cliches

I suppose it’s a given that things aren’t meant to work out like the movies—after all, they’re there to perpetrate fantasies and exaggerated ideas of how life should work. Still, they do a damn good job at telling us what we’re supposed to expect out of life, even if that is, in a sense, a toned-down version of the big-screen-moments.

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What irritates me the most about the whole “Friend-zoning” spiel…

…Is that these guys [and sometimes girls] always bitch and moan about how this person led them on and how they put so much effort in and got used [??] and got nothing in return…When in reality, these people are the ones leading their friends on.

They’re leading them on to believe that it’s a functioning platonic relationship, they’re leading them on to believe that they’re interested in being friends and that they’re being honest about their intentions, when in reality, they’re not.

And yet no one gets shit for leading someone on with regards to friendship? 
Just the people who actually buy it and then get the rug pulled out from under them, obviously its their fault and they deserve any bitter vitriol which is cast their way.

Personally I think that’s pretty fucked up. 

And in the end, one of the most important questions you ever ask yourself may very well be, “why do I give a fuck?”.

Because it’s important.
Not just whether you give a fuck at all, but also, if you do—why you do, and what drives you. And if you don’t, why you don’t—what has changed since you began doing whatever it is that you’ve lost a drive for?  

Knowing why you care is the armor that you wear to fuel persistence and protect yourself from discouragement, both internal and external.

And knowing why you’ve stopped caring is what will reveal to you your weaknesses and your growth, and will keep you from wasting time.

Knowing why you care—or don’t care—about what another person thinks is what will help you decide to change or learn to disregard their opinion, depending on how helpful or how damaging it is.

The initial statement sounds awful flippant, I know. And that’s probably why people on my facebook liked it when I posted it as my status earlier tonight.

But this is what I really mean by it.

And I just wanted to record it somewhere.