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silverbridge-harbor · 10 months
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the darkening of valinor could have easily been averted if the valar had simply thought to institute tree law
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palatinewolfsblog · 1 year
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“The future is already here.
It’s just not evenly distributed yet."
William Gibson.
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elanorar · 1 year
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Aunt Laena with Lucerys and Baby Visenya
cr: mrm215 on Devianart
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pratchettquotes · 2 years
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Vimes shut his eyes in the hope that the world might become a better place.
Terry Pratchett, Night Watch
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wangxianficrecs · 5 months
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a better world by ilip13
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a better world
by ilip13 (@ilip13)
G, 1k, Wangxian
Summary: It’s been a year, today. A year of wearing a borrowed body, and all of a sudden, Wei Wuxian doesn’t feel like getting up and getting on with his day. * Some days are not great and that's okay. Kay's comments: Somehow Ili always gives me what I meed in the moment? And right now, plagued by the seasonal demons, this little fic felt very soothing. Just Wei Wuxian being allowed to stay in bed and rest for a moment. Love that for him. Excerpt: Wei Wuxian gropes around, patting the mattress. His hand lands on a reassuringly firm thigh. He breathes, relieved. "Wei Ying." His husband’s voice is gentle, like the caress of the morning breeze. He never demands anything of Wei Wuxian, nothing Wei Wuxian wouldn’t demand of himself anyway. He’s shown Wei Wuxian far more understanding than Wei Wuxian has ever shown himself. Today, Wei Wuxian feels like being difficult. He buries his face in the bedding. "Wanna stay in bed."
pov wei wuxian, post-canon, established relationship, slice of life, soft lan wangji/wei wuxian, mental health issues, body dysphoria, hopeful ending
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slimeproducer · 1 year
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small collection of alternate 9/11s
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onenakedfarmer · 5 months
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LEONARD BERNSTEIN
A liberal is a man or a woman or a child who looks forward to a better day, a more tranquil night, and a bright, infinite future.
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aloeverawrites · 11 days
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I want black children to be seen as children and not treated like adults. I don’t want black boys to be targeted as black men or black girls to be written off as “acting too grown.”
I want them to pursue their interests and dreams and not have anyone stand in their way. I want them to grow up and only know racism as a thing of the past, something that’s never happened to them.
I want them to be loved, and safe, and supported and respected.
I want a better world for our black children.
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thislovintime · 2 years
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Peter Tork performing “For Pete’s Sake” in Michigan, August 1987. (x)
“The lyrics [to ‘For Pete’s Sake’] were just out of the air. It was basically just me playing these chords at my house, and my then-roommate, Joey Richards, was with me, and he threw in a couple of odds and ends of lines as I was going along. It just fell right into place. There was no particular reference, we weren’t thinking about anything much. The lyrics sound a little silly to me now, but it was okay. [...] [It was] my first song on a Monkees record and my first song that I had written.” - Peter Tork, Headquarters 2007 liner notes
“The thing about it that I remember is that one note is an added fourth, it’s not suspended. It was so weird and it sounds so funky. I was really pleased with that. It just fell out of my hands, you know? It was one of those things where my hands just wrapped around the guitar and that’s what they did. It was my first song on a Monkees record and my first song that I had written. There was one song that I wrote before that in… oh god, I don’t know… ’62 or something like that.” - Peter, The Monkees Day By Day
“I came to a halt at the third line and Joey threw in a line. The lyrics to For Pete’s Sake are kind of teenage in its grasp of the issues shall we say, the depth of its grasp of the issues but it’s certainly a fun song.” - Peter Tork, Rock Cellar Magazine, 2016
“Mike named it. He’s fond of naming songs with utter disregard to the content, theme, or lyric of the song. He just thought it was funny to call it ‘For Pete’s Sake,’ and I thought that was cool. I hadn’t thought about a title when I brought it in to the studio. They said ‘Sure, this is a good song, we’ll put it on the album,’ and there you go. Bob Rafelson, one of the producers, decided to use it as the ending theme for the show. I’m proud of it, sure. And also the fact that I wrote two songs in the movie Head — ‘Can You Dig It’ and ‘Long Title: Do I Have to Do This All Over Again.’” - Peter Tork, Mental Floss, 2014
“Check the lyric ‘A Better World’ for a rather more sophisticated and for my money a more direct and useful approach to the issues at hand although it was wonderful to have the song selected as being the closing theme to the TV show from the second season through all of its reruns. […] ‘A Better World,’ which was written by my brother Nick [Thorkelson] and I produced it. […] I think it’s a very good song and it’s easy to listen to. It’s not turgid or thick but it’s very significant. I think it talks to a very important world point. I’m just pleased as hell to even have had a chance for it to go on a limited edition thing. I would have liked for it to have been on the original album [Good Times!] but it didn’t come to pass that way.” - Peter Tork, Rock Cellar Magazine, 2016
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babyflash · 2 years
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so u know how in dr strange MoM they introduced the idea of dreams being glimpses into ur alternate lives in other dimensions?
i’m thinking about the justice league (jlu verse) and the justice lords and a better world. 
i’m thinking about a batman who’s so desperate to get the flash back so he can fix everything because he knows there’s another one out there. he knows it, feels it in his gut, sees it in his dreams. there are infinite realities where he’s happy, where clark is happy, where the flash is alive and happy. 
and then i’m thinking about wally who has these horrible, gut wrenching nightmares that he can never remember. he wakes up with a shout in a cold sweat and linda holds him and asks him what he was dreaming about and he can never remember (and other times he has dreams that he’s in the arctic, running alongside his uncle again, until he’s not, until he’s in the speedforce, and he wakes up shaky and nauseous but not necessarily scared) 
ugh anyways. just a little thought. just something for the girls to chew on. 
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createacamillahect · 4 months
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a world in which everything flavored like vanilla becomes flavored like camilla
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sequentialprophet · 7 months
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If The Acclaimed were still tag champs (and they should be) I could be watching Max Caster right now.
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avalovesindie · 1 year
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The woman at the small boutique says she can’t afford to lose money “in this economy.” The nurse at the doctor’s office for my mom’s back complains that they’re in need of workers and that “everyone’s complaining about money, but no one wants to work!” The local McDonald’s line barely moves because there are barely any workers. I see a headline that says there’s an abnormally high amount of unhoused people in California, as if there’s a “normal” amount of unhoused people there can be. My sister wants a new house but can’t buy one because it’s all so expensive. A Wendy’s worker online complains about how everything is going up in price except their wages. All this is happening around me and I’m powerless to stop it. I don’t want to act like I have the secret that others are unable to see, but I can’t help but think everyone has been brainwashed until thinking we have to live like this. There just has to be a recession every ten years, there just has to be constantly changing gas prices, there just has to be bad seasons for buying a house. We have to deal with this as the price of freedom, we have no other choice. But I think we do have another choice, and I think even if there’s not answers to every question about how this ‘other choice’ would work, we have to try. We can’t live like this anymore. We just can’t. People are being killed by this.
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flannelepicurean · 11 months
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I feel like I'm about to have a minor mental collapse, but also generate some absolute hellbanger creative content, and I genuinely hate that those two things are in any way linked.
Creativity is something that has always been part of me; I've learned over the past year to make it into something that consistently BOOSTS my mental health. Something that improves it. Something that adds to my stability. And, like anything restorative, it's something I turn to when I need to be restored.
There's something in me these days that sings instead of screaming, when the going gets really rough. And the song may be heartbreak, and the beat may be a dirge, but there's very little smashing of guitars, and so much of what comes out is love, even when I feel embattled. Even when I rail against my own circumstances, the central thesis is always, "Things ought to be different; the world ought to be kinder, and gentler, and more abundant, for EVERYONE. There ought to be more joy."
But I can feel myself falling away, not into despair, but into a terribly painful kind of beauty. The kind that says, I'd put my heart on a plate if it would show you how to love. I would hold you to my hollow breast if you saw the light and wept tears of blood. But I know you better, and I've been here before, and haven't we all? Haven't we all? We're all in it now, together. Join hands around the table; let's stare into the sky, and let the light of billions settle in our eyes. Let it run down every line and corner. I will give you words, words, words. This plate was never empty. It will never be empty.
I just can't deal with that for too long at one time.
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pratchettquotes · 2 years
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"It's the version my grandmother taught me," said Oats.
"She was keen on crushing infidels?"
"Well, mainly I think she was in favor of crushing Mrs. Ahrim next door, but you've got the right idea, yes. She thought the world would be a better place with a bit more crushing and smiting."
"Prob'ly true."
"Not as much smiting and crushing as she'd like, though, I think," said Oats. "A bit judgmental, my grandmother."
"Nothing wrong with that. Judging is human."
"We prefer to leave it ultimately to Om," said Oats and, out here in the dark, that statement sounded lost and all alone.
"Bein' human means judgin' all the time," said the voice behind him. "This and that, good and bad, making choices every day...that's human."
"And are you so sure you make the right decisions?"
"No. But I do the best I can."
"And hope for mercy, eh?"
The bony finger prodded him in the back.
"Mercy's a fine thing, but judgin' comes first. Otherwise you don't know what you're bein' merciful about."
Terry Pratchett, Carpe Jugulum
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gumshoegoat · 1 year
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me when im gay and crazy and a talking animal who is able to kiss sam freelance police on the mouth
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