Why Isn't It Socially Acceptable To Hit On People In A University Library? Was It? Is It? Like I Know

Sanfrancisco

The Bay Bridge and Big dreams 

She first glimpsed all those years ago

The dreams she’d have years from then

It’d be impossible to know

The way the water shimmered from all the brilliant light

Her heart fluttered like it would years from then

With her restlessness and will to fight

The cool breeze, the midnight air, the miraculous breathless delight

All the things she feels, and forgets are from that night

That night in San Francisco where all dreams could come true

After all she was very young and therefore hardly knew

She hardly knew of the world, of her own desire to explore

Her ambitions still a mystery, her heart not strong enough to roar 

She keeps on going day to day

To achieve her dreams, come what may

The dreams she felt but could not see all those years ago

Her big dreams from the Bay Bridge that night in San Francisco

I literally hate whoever got rid of the oxford comma

On the Benefits and Pitfalls of Living Through Fantasy

For me, life is like a movie. I can always see its narrative arc. I can always see my character archetype. Narrative arcs tend to have limited options, so you try to spot the ending. You try to find who the other main characters are and guess where your story will take you. You try to spot the heroes, villains, love interests and comic relief of your life. You try to spot where you play these roles for others.

In short, you live in a world of fantasy. This can be both the best and worst thing for your life.

On one hand you can live life with the reassurance that the story will finish. You can see how the trials you face can motivate your character arc and enhance your story. However, once you feel you've completed an arc, you feel a bit empty. Life works in installments of plot for you (series, novels, episodes, etc). When you complete an arc you get into a rut and you have no reassurance it's going anywhere until a new plot unfolds. You get scared you could be stuck like this forever.

When you live in a world of fantasy there is always somewhere to escape to. Always your vision of how it could go differently, a fantastical plot of another universe, a made-up romance, or a wild adventure. But you know this isn't real. The discrepancy between fantasy and reality can often be confusing, jarring, and misleading.

Of course sometimes it helps to go through life as if the fantasy is the reality. To go through life thinking you deserve all the good things, that you are learning through your own adventure. It's a great way to think about yourself. It's how you think about others that becomes the problem.

Who did you unfairly cast as a villain? What when the happily ever after you expected doesn't come? How about when you lose someone you were hoping would be a main character?

I am constantly tortured and comforted by the fantasy I surround myself with. Of course I could say the same about my reality.

Ben Barnes is the off brand British version of Sebastian Stan.

When your watching movies alone do you get up and dance to happy end credits music or are you normal?

You know how in American high school movies, the girls always work really hard/aggressively compete to win homecoming/prom queen? (which never happens irl) But just once it would be cool to see a high school movie about a guy who’s obsessed with trying to be homecoming/prom king

I just started reading Sunrise on the Reaping and I've had some initial thoughts

Bear in mind this may change as I read further...

So one of my friends started reading Sunrise on the Reaping and said she doesn't like it because it feels like there are too many call backs to other parts of the series that feel gimmicky and like they are catering to fans. Partially, I agree. Especially with Lenore Dove being covey. The amount it's mentioned feels a little gimmicky but it also serves a purpose in that it answers questions the readers had about what happened to these people.

Similarly the inclusion of characters that we see or hear about in the original trilogy serves the function of answering readers questions. I also think that because we know what happens to these characters it shows that Haymitch had a similar upbringing and could just as easily have ended up with a similar future to them.

What is truly tragic about this novel is that while you can see how the young Haymitch we are presented with becomes the Haymitch we know, we can also imagine all the other paths his life could have taken.

Quite similar to how Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes offers alternatives foe who Coriolanus could have been. It shows that Snow was presented with choices and ultimately chose power over everything else. For Snow the key word is choice. To some extent Haymitch has less agency but to another extent his story is about choices of when to rebel and when to stay quiet.

So i couldn't remember if the 2nd and 3rd Narnia movies were real or not so I rewatched them. So now i have adorable modern au headcannons:

• Lucy steals her brother's sweatshirts constantly. She wears almost exclusively leggings and her brother's hoodies. They would be mad at her for it, but they're not b/c it's Lucy.

• at one point Edmund hides all his and Peter's sweatshirts as a prank. He hides them in Susan's room so that Peter has to awkwardly try and get his sweatshirt out of Susan's room without her knowing

• Eventually she steals Caspian's hoodies sometimes too, but that's usually Edmund's job

• Edmund is addicted to iced coffee and Lucy always tags along and gets him to buy her Starbucks.

• Lucy has a following on tik tok. One of her tik tok series is Starbucks with Edmund.

• During VoDT when Lucy wakes up Edmund that scene is followed by them watching vines together until 3am

• Peter is insta famous. Why? How? Nobody knows he just is

• Lucy adds Caspian and Eustace to the family group chat. It's chaotic

It was Psycho for me

rb this and tag what was the horror movie you saw too young and scarred you for years (mine was the first paranormal activity)

When you realize that you’ve fully gone from listening to Panic! at the Disco to experiencing it.