Original Work: Shawn’s Lament (Randomly A Reoccurring Insomniac Version)

Knock, knock
Nobody’s home
There’s just a dial tone
Feel free to hang up and try again
You’re wasting change, the result shall remain the same

All of my enervated brain cells are painstakingly searching
Through my mind’s archives, recent and deep
For what the heck is now not letting me sleep
As I try to maintain positivity
And exercise reflexivity

Sadly, I don’t have the faintest idea to anything remotely resembling an answer
I do know that I’ve had more successes than failures lately
There’s been less bad days versus significantly better ones too
Yet, for the past two nights I’ve not rested…
Enough for any human being to function close to normal

What hath slain my somnolence?
Is easy slumbering too much to ask for once?
Where has my lullaby gone?
My eyelids, oh, why do you continue to resist?
The darkness, fan, and natural sleep aids should be my lulling song
Instead of tossing and turning, wide awake, all night long

(Reblogged from im-gonna-be-the-ace)

joethejohnston:

The second part of the Steven Universe half-hour event thursday night, boarded by Jeff Liu and myself. It’s over a year ago that we were working on this episode, its strange and exciting to see it finally air. It all begins at 6:30 with an amazing episode by Paul and Raven; everybody ready?

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thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

the-woman-of-belgravia:

i-am-not-amused:

”Women don’t belong in sci-fi”

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”Women aren’t funny”

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”Nobody wants to see ensemble women comedies”

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”Women can’t write good action stories”

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”Women can’t direct good movies”

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”Women aren’t good authors”

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”Women can’t be action stars”

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THERE IS NOTHING WE ‘CAN’T’ DO <3 

(Reblogged from thefingerfuckingfemalefury)

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

officialjeffgoldblum:

emasculate:

teenbitch:

WHAT

i honestly love this more than anything in the world

i thought this was a joke but i googled it and it’s real

I will reblog this every time I see it on my dash

Because this is quite possibly the actual BEST MOMENT OF THE WHOLE YEAR :D

Like

Of all the things to happen in 2014, I think we should all agree that this is one of the most glorious :D

And LOOK at what a fricking fabulous couple these two make <3

I’m positively overjoyed she was able to realize her true identity! <3 <3 Yes, anytime one has such a life-changing epiphany, it is indeed one of the best moments of the whole year!!! I’m so happy for her…For both of them! :’))

(Reblogged from thefingerfuckingfemalefury)

Contains SPOILERS!

Retro Review: The Breakfast Club (1985)

Most people, in high school, stick with their specific clique or whatever. Peer pressure is always a factor too. I’ve bent way more times than I’d like to admit thanks to pure pressure or from being an introvert. The only pleasant part about high school, was, for me forging the lasting relationships that remain in my life to this day. And those friends, weren’t connected to a clique, not at all, actually. Sure, we’d hang out in Mr. Slater’s room in the morning before classes began. Or play Yugi-oh at lunch (usually, sometimes chess instead). But, all of us were indeed different. Yet, we were strangely unified still. 

I’m really fond of the message concerning The Breakfast Club. This 80s coming-of-age film places the spotlight squarely on the often glossed over inner struggles American teenagers face such as expectations from parents/teachers/adults/society, clique identity, and self-stereotyping. Initially, these characters easily defined until the audience in tandem with the teenage cast discover how alike they are as the film moves forward.

The five seemingly established high school stereotypes of Andrew “Andy” Clark (the Athlete), Claire Standish (the Princess…Hey, is her last name a pun on acting standoffish?), Allison Reynolds (the Basket Case), John Bender (the Criminal), and Brian Ralph Johnson (the Brain) are all broken down in The Breakfast Club then expertly put back together as these teens learn to relate to one another through a collective mutual hatred of their parents. Bender’s character is the catalyst (he’s also openly stands up to the exceedingly unlikable adult character, the principal Mr. Richard Vernon), setting into motion the heart of this movie which possesses complex and amiable characters. 

The two major things that bother me about the flick though have to do with the bonds between Bender-Claire and Andrew-Allison that happen near the conclusion of it. Claire liking Bender fits into the “bad boys” thing, right? And Andrew ending up with Allison reinforces the “outer beauty being more important than the inner”. I should of known Allison’s character would have to go through some damn beautification process. Despite being lovely in her own unique way already. 

Also, writing both of these in in the first place, feels, unnecessary. Unless writer-director John Hughes did that to attempt to strengthen the “more similar than diverse” angle of the five characters. I don’t know. One last one thing: Hughes raises issues, but, oddly doesn’t dig deeper (solutions, what to do about them). Weird, huh? 

Minus the usage of the Simple Minds song “Don’t You (Forget About Me), the soundtrack of TBC is, mostly forgettable. Even though Treblemaker Jesse Swanson from the motion picture Pitch Perfect (2012) states otherwise. Sorry, one memorable song doesn’t equal a “soundtrack.” Not even close!

In fact, John Hughes’ following flick Pretty in Pink (1986), once again starring actor Molly Ringwald, had a far superior soundtrack with songs standing out and functioning splendidly in their respective moments like “Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want” by The Smiths, “If You Leave” by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, “Left of Center” by Suzanne Vega, and “Wouldn’t It Be Good” by Danny Hutton Hitters. Many consider the selected tracks listing and their insertion throughout Pretty in Pink is indeed one of the greatest in cinema history. Yeah, I can concur with that. Which is why the utterly lacking soundtrack for The Breakfast Club is infuriating to me. 

All in all, similar to the motion picture’s resounding paen of “Don’t You (Forget About Me)”, TBC represents an empirical anthem for Generation Y teens. Heartfelt, dramatic, believable, and humorous, the universal lessons The Breakfast Club teaches about five students from five diverse cliques stuck in detention together on a Saturday transcend the confines of time. TBC should be quintessential viewing for everyone. That’s my belief. 

gabdar:

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This is all just too great.

Credit for these photos go to my friend’s little brother and his friend.

(Reblogged from gabdar)
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phandoms-united:

art-sex-drugs:

I have finally hit my breaking point. For as long as I can remember I have endured my mother’s abuse, whether it is verbal, emotional, or as seen here physical. I can expect some act of violence on a daily basis, and her beating me is not an usual occurrence, but today something snapped. My mother did this unprovoked, and this time she didn’t stop. Usually it’s bad for a little while and then she’s done, today it went on for what seemed like forever. At a certain point I decided I was going to do something I never do, call the police. You see, my mother is a highly respected and very well known person where I live. She is on the board of ed, worked for CPS for many years, and is close personal friends with people like the local chief of police, director of our local CPS unit, and so on. I always knew that calling wouldn’t go anywhere and just upset her more, but today I had to try. While she was kicking me I found my opportunity, and somehow managed to get away from someone more than twice my size. I ran as fast as I could, knocking things over behind my, trying to find a phone. I dialed and they listened and my mother proceeding to beat me over it, while I screamed for help. For the second time today, I managed to get away from her and ran to my room. I barely had enough time to lock my door, before she starting trying to get it, to the point that she ripped my door off the frame. I decided I was going to stay locked in there, until the police came. The past few months I have been collecting evidence against her, voice recordings, pictures like these, and videos of her violence, so they couldn’t dispute what was going on. But I was dead wrong. 

When the officer finally came up to my room, I attempted to tell him my side of the story, but before I could get a sentence out he silenced me. HE told me that this was my mothers house, and I needed to live by her rules. If I didn’t she had the right to punish me. He also told me to be tankful for her, because he wanted to press assault charges against me. finally, he refused, despite my begging, for him to take me to a shelter for teens. 

I am utterly disgusted by the injustice that occurred today. I pray there is no one else out there who is living in such a situation. I am not sure exactly what I am getting out of writing this, except maybe that it’s just nice to be able to open up about this, when I have had to keep it a secret my whole life. idk. sorry for posting such heavy shit. 

Signal boost the fuck out of this

REBLOGGED! :’( I ask of everyone to keep this going. Please.

(Source: kosmological)

(Reblogged from sonicderpy)

be-my-happy-little-pill:

hail-merome:

theonlyshawnde:

readtheaboutpage:

donejustdone:

500daysofevilexes:

loseegoose:

 

This is legit.

More PSAs need to stop worrying about offending people and get down to the nitty gritty like this. It’s the only way to open so many eyes.

shit

If people are offended, they are probably guilty.

This is hella important. If any one you nerds get children, please be an amazing parent

Can someone explain the 3rd one to me with the woman hunched over? I don’t really understand the meaning of it

I think she’s hungover or something :\ maybe idk

(Source: sizvideos)

(Reblogged from sonicderpy)