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There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

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Hey. Hey you. The person aimlessly scrolling, stuck in an immobilized standoff with your brain

It's not your fault. You won't be stuck forever. I know you're trying. I know you hate it. It's ok.

And tell the Mean Voice in your head that it's not helping. It knows as well as you do that you would get up and Just Start the task if you could. You're not doing this on purpose.

Take a deep breath. Relax your jaw. I see you trying so hard to break out of it, but you can't force it. You'll get Unstuck eventually. All you can do in the interim is be kind to yourself.

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~ ultimate studyblr masterpost ~

with my new semester coming up, i thought i would compile a bunch of posts ive collected over the past few years (ill probably add to this over the next week). hopefully yous get as much value out of all these lovely peoples posts as i did : )

masterposts

back to school masterpost

study advice masterpost

a masterpost on masterposts

finals week masterpost

the ultimate studying masterpost

masterpost of everything

mega masterpost

masterpost library

masterpost of psychology notes

ultimate tips masterpost

organisation

how i organize

the no excuses study system to get that a

getting ready for a new semester checklist

how i strategically plan my semester pt 1

how i strategically plan my semester pt 2

before uni starts

scheduling studying

how do you use trello for uni organisation?

how to plan your daily routine as a university student

how to get your shit together

life saving assignment schedule

how to manage your time as a college student

back to school

minimalism: organizing your binder

how to life admin

how to make a study schedule

how i stay organised

how i take and compile notes

how to be organised

study tips

study tips that arent bullshit

being productive after school

personal study tips: tried and tested

a guide on how to memorise content

how i review the class material

how to write a high-grade research paper

how i got straight a’s in my first year of university

40 study tips and tricks

how to develop discipline in studying

guide to last minute studying

no to low stress college study strategy

tips that will make your school year easier

tips for success in college

everything you need to succeed in college

how i got a 4.00 gpa and how you can too

how to stay on top of school work

self study tips

adapting to uni studying

how to take notes from a textbook

how i went from academic probation to the deans list in one semester

tumblr resources to get you through the school year

study less study smart

ways to avoid burnout at university

study method

study tips

Hermione study tips

auditory learning tips

study method / plan / tips

how to study when sick

mental health / self care

studying with anxiety and depression

self care for when you hit rock bottom

tips to get your life back on track after a breakdown

good emotional skills to know for college

stress management techniques for test anxiety

self care cheat sheet

printables

course tracker/revision planner

overcoming the curve of forgetting printable

daily pastel planner printables

budgeting template

how to make your own planner

exam prep printables

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Unrequited love? I'm sorry What 😭 buy seriously I loved Frankie's interaction with pope and I hope there's more to it than unrequited love but I'll be happy nevertheless, as that would be realistic as well

baby, please - part 14

You and Santiago go furniture shopping for his apartment. You don't expect to be invited to a Halloween party.

Warnings: Mentions of being sick, so emetophobia warning. Unrequited feelings (👀👀). Teasing between Frankie and Santi, standard bro's. Lightly proofread so definitely some mistakes in here. Word count: 3,616 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

I'm BAAAAAACK. Sorry it took so long to get this out. Ideally I wanted it out for before Halloween but here we are, nearly at Christmas. My bad!

Also this feels just...a little stale to me. I tried re-writing it and going in a different direction but it just wouldn't fall into place the way I wanted it to. But I think that might be a me problem, and I will probably look at it differently once I'm back into the swing of things.

And I know we've already done a shopping trip with Santiago but I need it for the plot, okay?

Part 13 ● Series Masterlist ● Part 15

He came again with the truck. 

Now was the day to really ask about the car, right? You were twenty-four weeks pregnant; he needed a car. There was no room for two babies in this truck. Oh, but you don’t want to ask him, it was rude, it was up to him if he got a car or not. And honestly, the truck was probably the best thing for today, since he’s planning on buying an entire nursery, twice. 

No, he needed a car. You’ll gently ask him today. 

Santi had finally cleared out his spare room, and he and Frankie had deep cleaned it and gave it a new coat of paint, and it was now ready to be filled with furniture. He had told you that you weren’t allowed to go in the room until the babies were born as there was a small gender thing in there and he didn’t want to spoil it for you. 

“I’ve already looked online with Frankie and his wife, and I have an idea on what I want to get,” Santi said to you as you set off from your apartment. 

“You could have ordered it online,” you say. “It’ll be easier for you.” 

Santi shook his head. “Nah, I like to see the stuff before I buy it. Also, I need your input.” 

You nod and hold back your joke about him being an ‘old man’. You weren’t sure why he needed your input, but you weren’t complaining about spending a day with Santi. Your cheeks warm as you think back on the last few weeks. You hadn’t brought up the fact that you were probably (definitely), stupidly in love with him, and you weren’t going to. You were embarrassed enough that you were practically getting off every night to the thought of him. 

Damn your hormones. 

“How’s your morning sickness?” Santi asked as he focused on the road. 

“Oh, uh…nearly gone, actually,” you say. “It’s just once or twice a day now, or if I drink orange juice. Not sure why they’ve decided now to hate orange juice.” 

He nods at you before smiling. “Good. I’m glad. I know it was getting you down.” 

You bite your lip to stop yourself smiling like a love-struck teenager. “Yeah, it was.” 

You doze against the window of his truck until you arrive to Ikea. As you pull into the busy parking lot, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness about the day ahead. It was more than just a furniture shopping trip; it was a glimpse into the future of your babies’ life with Santi, and the thought of that made your heart race. 

Santi parked up as close as he could to the entrance and helped you out of the truck (you will mention the car today). You wobble a little as your centre of gravity was starting to work against you, but you steady yourself by holding onto Santi’s arm for a second before letting go, your cheeks burning. You don’t look at him as you both walk into the Ikea, and you grab a cart before Santi takes it off you. 

“I have to push a double stroller soon, Santi,” you say, grinning at the look on his face. “I’m able to push a cart.” 

With that, you make your way into the large store before he could say anything, Santi soon following you. 

A feeling of togetherness washes over you as you pause every now and then and talk to him about your new house, how it’s big enough for you to fill with furniture. The excitement in your eyes was contagious as Santi navigated you both through the maze of furniture displays, joining in with how the kids would be able to play in the back yard with all the space you’ll have. Your heart swells at the image. 

You’d been imagining two boys, with your eyes and Santiago’s hair. Tanned skin and your nose, and you could see him taking them to baseball games in those jerseys he bought when you both went shopping. 

But sometimes you saw two girls, taking after their father in everything. Down to the curly hair and dark eyes and dressed in those Metallica shirts he was still fawning over. He’d probably get them all matching caps. 

“I could get them a swing set,” you say. “I loved the swing set at my grandma’s house.” 

“Yeah, corazón, I think they would like that.” 

“And a pool, maybe. Not a big one, but a decent sized one.” 

“You can do all’a that now with your house,” Santi says as you both go deeper in the Ikea. Eventually, he does take the cart from you, and you let him with no complaints. 

The first stop should have been the nursery section, but you stop in the toy section. You know, you know, you have bought enough toys for your kids, and Gabrielle has donated enough to you too. But you ‘don’t have this bear,’ or ‘that dinosaur,’ and you throw them in the cart. You grin at Santi as he shakes his head at you, smiling fondly. After a few more additions to the cart (where Santi had to physically pull you away), you finally make it to the nursery section. 

As you walked through carefully arranged cribs, changing tables, and adorable baby bedding sets, Santi's enthusiasm was evident. It was obvious he had done his research, and you watched him with probably heart eyes as he discussed the pros and cons of different options with you, valuing your opinion on every detail whenever he asked you. 

"I was thinking something like this crib," he said, pointing to a sleek, white crib with some wooden accents and a drawer underneath. "What do you think? Is it too minimalist?" 

You shrug, bending to look at the label, checking out the dimensions. “It looks good. But yeah, it looks a little plain. Does it match the nursery at your place?” 

“It does,” he says. He looked around. “But everything does, really. Everything’s so…white.” 

You let out a giggle as you look around too. “There is a lot of white. I suppose it’s gender neutral.” 

“Suppose I could get some sheets to bring in some colour,” Santi mumbled. He looks at you with a grin. “It is a nice crib.” 

“And it turns into a toddler bed for when the time comes,” you say, nodding at the product information. 

“It has a matching chest of drawers,” said Santi, taking a few steps away from you and to the rest of the furniture. “And changing unit.” 

“Ooh,” you say, following him quickly and taking a look. “Oh, I like the chest of drawers.” 

“Yeah? Should I get them then?” Santi asked you. 

“It’s up to you, Santi, these will be in your apartment, not mine. If you like them and you think they’ll go well in the room, then you should get them.” 

You back and forth with him over other pieces of furniture, like whether he should get a rug (“I think it’ll bring the room together nicely.”), or a chair in their room for feeds (“It would make it easier but I’ll probably end up on the couch anyway.”), and after a while, the room started taking shape in your mind as Santiago put more things in the cart. From what you could gather, the room had a nice sage green somewhere, and Santi had chosen a blend of soft pastels and natural wood tones; you had the sneaky suspicion it may be jungle themed, based off of some of the rugs he was looking at. 

You almost laughed. You could take Santiago out of the jungle, but you couldn’t take the jungle out of Santiago. 

As you strolled through Ikea, you couldn't help but sneak occasional glances at Santi, admiring his dedication to making the space – his space – absolutely perfect for your babies. The way he was talking about the future with them with so such excitement and care warmed your heart, and you couldn't ignore the feelings growing inside of you. You were in love with this man. 

Foolishly and despairingly in love. 

“Want some lunch after this?” Santiago asked you an hour later, as you strolled through the warehouse, picking up the flat packed boxes of furniture that he’d chosen. 

You nodded. “Yeah, I could eat.” 

“What’re you craving?” Santi asked, grunting as he pushed another flatpack box onto the cart. 

“Nothing in particular,” you say, shrugging nonchalantly as your eyes roamed over him. “I’ll have whatever you want to have.” 

“Italian? I could go for a pizza.” 

You nod, trying not to obviously stare and get distracted by the way the muscles in his arms move as he loads up the cart. “Sure.” 

“We can stop by my place first, get this stuff to my apartment.” 

You give him a look, raising your eyebrows pointedly at him. His knees. “Santi…” 

He was already shaking his head. “I’ve already asked Frankie to stop by, he’s gonna help out.” 

Your breath hitched at the thought of meeting Frankie. You don’t know why you suddenly felt so nervous, you were going to have to meet him sooner or later; you were pretty sure Santi was going to ask if he could make Frankie Godfather of the babies (of course you’d say yes, why wouldn’t you?). 

“You don’t need to be nervous,” Santi said, chuckling, shaking his head lightly. 

“I’m not nervous,” you immediately say, lying through your teeth. And it’s obvious too. 

“Your face says otherwise,” Santi replies, grunting as he places the last flatpack on the cart. You internally curse yourself; you should have gotten a second one. “He doesn’t bite. He’s soft.” 

“Nothing wrong with being soft,” you quip back, but Santi doesn’t reply. He just pulls the cart out of your reach, and you make your way to the check out. 

After paying (you wince at the price – you offer to pay half, but Santi downright refuses) you make your way back to his truck, where an employee (practically a kid, he looked no older than nineteen, but he was built like a tank) had offered to help load. You, again, attempted not to stare at Santi as you tried not to feel so useless, but every time you reached for a box, even just a small one, Santi quickly shot you down. 

“You’re carrying twins, you will hurt yourself.” 

“I’m pregnant, not elderly!” 

Your protesting falls on deaf ears, and Santi profusely thanks the employee for the help and hands the kid a tip. Santi helps you climb into the truck before making his way back to the driver’s side, and sends a quick text to Frankie, you assume telling him that you were on the way back to Santiago’s place. 

“Want to get Carmelo’s?” Santi asked as he pulled out of the parking space. 

You pull a face. “Their pizzas are greasy.” 

Santi laughed as he looked in his mirrors and drove out of the lot. “That’s what makes them great.” 

“Yeah, ‘great’ at giving you heart disease.” 

“Okay, how about Solorzano's?” 

You go quiet and think about it, before nodding. You’d ordered in with them before, and their garlic knots were to die for. Your mouth practically started watering at the thought of them. Maybe you don’t need a pizza, maybe you could just order appetisers, like the macaroni and cheese wedges, the mozzarella sticks, oh, maybe their chicken wings. 

Yep, Solorzano's was good. 

“Yeah, that’s fine, let’s do that,” you say. 

You arrive back at Santi’s after telling him all about the food you were going to get, him laughing and telling you that you were hardcore ‘playing into the pregnant lady trope’. You pretended to take offence, telling him fact that you were just appreciating good food, that he suggested, whether you were pregnant or not. 

“All right, fair,” he’d said, amused. 

You try not to fawn at his laugh, but you couldn’t help it. You sighed, hopefully thinking Santi took it that you were happy that he agreed with you over your food choices. 

You soon pull up to his apartment and park in his designated spot, only for a dark blue car to pull up minutes after you arrived. Your eyes widen a little as you see the infamous Francisco Morales climb out of his car and approach you both from his place parked behind Santi. He was shorter than he looked in the video, but still taller than Santi. His dark, tousled hair was hidden behind a cap, and it gave him a rugged charm, and there's something about the lines on his face that makes him look like he's seen it all but is still totally approachable. You catch a glimpse of some scars on his tanned arms, on show as the sleeves of his dark shirt were pushed up to his elbows, and it only added to the sense that this guy has some serious stories to share. 

“Hey, Pope!” 

“How’s it going, Fish?” Santi asked, giving Frankie a smile as they hug, patting each other on the back in a way that you would expect brothers to do. The nicknames confused you; Santi had never referred to himself as ‘Pope’, nor Frankie as ‘Fish’. “Could have tidied yourself up a bit.” Santi jokes, motioning to Frankie’s cap and old battered jacket. 

“I’m doing you a favour, hermano, watch your mouth. Sarah asked me to drop this off for you too,” Frankie said, holding up a paper bag before looking at you and pointing at you with a good-natured expression on his face. “You are not to look in that bag, because it is a surprise.” 

Your eyes widened for a fraction before you nodded. “Okay, yeah...noted.” 

“Are you going to introduce us, teo, or did the news of twins and the financial recovery make you forget basic manners and social introductions?” 

Santi gave Frankie the bird before introducing you both. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” you say, shaking his hand as he offered it to you. 

“It’s nice to put a face to the name,” Frankie says, letting go of your hand and taking a look at the bed of the truck, full of the furniture Santi had bought. He nodded towards it as he looked at Santi. “What did you get?” 

“Everything, it seems,” you joke. 

Frankie gave you a grin before turning back to Santi. “When are you gonna get a car, feo? Can’t fit car seats in this thing.” 

You almost laughed in relief. Now you didn’t have to ask and feel like you were intruding. 

“I’m working on it, tu idiota,” Santi replied, opening the bed of the truck. “Now help me with these boxes, you can’t expect me and my knees to do all the hard work. Don’t even think about it.” 

You hold your hands up in surrender at Santi’s firm gaze, landing on you as you had reached for a box. 

Santi hands you his keys and you go up to his apartment to unlock the door, Santi and Frankie following you up moments later, carrying boxes up with them, huffing and puffing together. You grin as you hear Santi grumble that they ‘felt heavier than they did at Ikea’, and you make your way down to get some of the lighter things. You grab the rug that Santi chose, along with the soft toys you’d picked out. 

You eye the paper bag Frankie bought, that was sat in the bed of the truck, the curiosity to take a peek inside itching at your fingertips. You look around quickly before looking at the bag before you finally shake your head. Frankie said it was a surprise, something Santi might have organised, so you shouldn’t. You should leave it alone. 

“You better not look in that.” 

You smirk before looking at Santi, who was giving you an amused look. “I was thinking about it. But I won’t.” 

Santi rolled his eyes in amusement as he and Frankie both grab another box. You grab one last toy before you follow them up the stairs and into Santi’s living room, placing the stuff on the couch. You go back to the truck, taking the last of the small things before sitting back and watching the two men bring back the last of the flatpack boxes. Soon, Santi’s living room was representing the Ikea warehouse with how many boxes were littered around everywhere. You spotted the paper bag sitting on the small dining room table by the open plan kitchen. 

Again, you choose to let it go. 

You step outside, closing and locking the apartment. You see Santi and Frankie chatting by the truck, the bed now closed, and you make your way over. You hear Santi thanking Frankie for the help with the furniture. 

“Don’t thank me yet, you still need help putting that shit together,” Frankie replied. “You’ll probably need all the guys for that.” 

Santi snorted. “Would love to see Benny try to put together a crib...or two.” 

“Well, he put Sofía’s together,” Frankie said. 

Santi went quiet at that, and the two stared at each other. You weren’t sure what was happening, but it was as though they were having a private conversation with each other, without having to say anything. You go quiet, letting them have their telepathic conversation, until you cleared your throat, breaking the awkward silence. “Would you like to join us for lunch, Frankie?” 

After a few more moments, Frankie turns from Santi and gives you a small smile. “I would love to, but it’s Sofía’s birthday next month, and Sarah’s got me running around trying to get the stuff for it and she has me planning this Halloween party in a couple of days.” 

“The guys say they’re still going for Halloween?” Santi asked, crossing his arms over his chest. It was as if his and Frankie’s interaction hadn’t happened. You put a pin in it for now. 

“Benny said he’s still coming, Ironhead’s still unsure, since Claire’s putting a bit of pressure on him to make some solid decisions on the wedding.” Frankie chuckled before looking at you. “You should come,” he suddenly said to you. “I know it’s a bit last minute and it’s mostly for kids, but it should be fun.” 

Your brain stops for a moment, not realising Frankie was suddenly talking to you. You blink at him for a moment before shaking your head. “Oh! Uh, yeah, I’ll definitely think about it. I was gonna go with my friend and her kids trick or treating – “ 

Frankie cuts you off with a wave of his hand. “Bring them along, seriously. Sarah loves meeting new people, she’s been talking my ear off about when Pope was finally going to introduce you to everyone.” 

“Frankie,” Santi muttered firmly, a light blush coming to his cheeks, causing you to giggle. 

You nod at Frankie. “Didn’t realise I was such an interesting topic.” 

“Are you kidding? You managed to get Santiago Garcia to slow down and think about his future for once,” Frankie said, ignoring Santi’s very obvious glare. 

You grin. “I’ll talk to my friend, see if she wants to join.” 

“Great. You’re coming though, right hermano?” 

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Santi replied. “Can’t disappoint Sofía.” 

You feel your chest warm and your heart swell with the way he looks as he talks about his niece, how he was so enamoured with her. You wonder how he would talk about your kids and how he would act with them. You find your eyes quickly swell with years, and you look away from the two men quickly, wiping at them. 

Damn hormones. 

“Great, just let me know plans, yeah?” Frankie said, nodding at you both. “No pressure, though, if you can’t make it.” 

You nod. “No worries, I'll let you know. Or I’ll get Santi to tell you, anyway.” 

“Again, it was nice to finally meet you,” Frankie said, shaking your hand again. “I’ll text you later, hermano.” 

“See ya, Fish,” Santi replied, giving Frankie a quick hug before the two of you watch him leave. You both wave as he drives away. 

“So,” you say after a few moments, handing Santi’s keys back over to him. “What’s with the nicknames?” 

“Our call signs,” Santi said, taking the keys. “Just stuck afterwards.” 

“Oh, right. Why is yours Pope?”

Santi was silent for a moment before he pulled a face, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter, I think it was something stupid Benny said.” 

You don’t believe him, but you won’t push. He was always a little closed off about his days in the army. “Okay. So, ready for lunch?” 

“Sure...yeah,” he answers, before opening the truck door for you. He hesitates again for a moment as you turn to climb in, before he blurts out, “You don’t have to come to the party.” 

You look at Santi, seeing his unsure face looking at you. “Why?” 

“Don’t want you to feel obligated,” he says. 

You study him for a moment, noticing his stance. He seemed a little out of sorts, nervous almost. You give him a reassuring look. “I want to go. It’ll be fun.” Then you give him a teasing smirk. “And besides, I’d miss out on hearing all the embarrassing stories about you from your friends! No way am I missing this.” 

You see his shoulders relax a little at your words before he rolls his eyes. “Funny. Get in the truck.” 

“You know, if you got a car, I wouldn’t struggle so much getting in and out of this thing.” 

“I fucking knew the truck bothered you.”

• tu idiota - you asshole • feo - ugly

Tagged - @khonsulockley, @bluenredndeath, @superficialfeelings, @othersideoftheparadise, @beezusvreeland

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I bing read the whole thing in two hours and eagerly waiting for the next one!!!

baby, please masterlist

Your dating life had been a range of fleeting moments and one night stands. You thought Santiago Garcia would be no different.

F!Reader, no use of Y/N. All warnings are at the top of every chapter. Set after the events of the film. This does turn into a pregnant!Reader fic, just giving you a fair warning in case you're not interested in that. Basing the pregnancy on my own knowledge, and my own pregnancy, so only accurate to the individual! This is an 18+ series. Minors, DNI.

Part 1 - You're successful, you're independent, and you pride yourself in both. But your friends think you could do with a man. (2k words)

Part 2 - You've had an awful lot of wine this week, and your date with Santiago is going well. Very, very well. (3.7k words)

Part 3 - Santiago will probably be just another one night stand. (2.6k words)

Part 4 - You were just coming down with something, that was all. The flu, food poisoning...or something... (4.4k words)

Part 5 - You meet up with Santi about your news, and it goes as well as you thought. (2.3k words)

Part 6 - You meet up with Santi, again, about your news, and it goes much better than last time. Also, your friends are the best people you know. (2.8k words)

Part 7 - You go to your first OBGYN appointment, and you're thrown a curveball. A huge, unexpected curveball. (4.9k words)

Part 8 - It's time to tell your parents. (4.6k words)

Part 9 - After your disastrous call with your parents, you decide to take yourself baby shopping. You invite Santi. (4.9k words)

Part 10 - It's time for your 12 week scan, and Santi has some things to say about Craig. (3.9k words)

Part 11 - As you approach the middle of your pregnancy, you take Beth house hunting. She has an awful lot of wisdom. (3.4k words)

Part 12 - It's time for your anomaly scan, and you get your first glimpse of the infamous Frankie. (2k words)

Part 13 - Your hormones are all over the place and you're reminiscing about your date with Santiago. (2.7k words)

Part 14 - You and Santiago go furniture shopping for his apartment. You don't expect to be invited to a Halloween party. (07/12)

Part 15 - You join Santi at Frankie's Halloween party, and you think his friends are a hoot. (14/12)

Part 16 - You wake up in the middle of the night and something doesn't feel right... (21/12)

Part 17 - It's your first Christmas without your family, but Santiago makes it up to you. (28/12)

Part 18 - It's time for your 'surprise' baby shower (that Santi did not give away at all). (04/01)

Part 19 - You're moving out into your new home, and becoming a mom is getting all too real. (11/01)

Part 20 - Santiago enlists your help with putting his furniture together, but it doesn't go to plan. (18/01)

Part 21 (25/01)

Part 22 (01/02)

One Shots

Best Buds - Santi tells his friends about the babies. (1.5k words)

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me after opening tumblr to those spam porn bots posts when all i wanted to do was read a silly ass fanfic:

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Parthi to Sathya: how can you doubt that I'm Parthiban, I AM NOT LEO!!! I AM NOT HIM I CAN NEVER BE HIM I FEEL BETRAYED AND MY HEART IS BROKEN

also Parthi 20 minutes later: lol sike yeah I'm Leo duh, did y'all actually buy that crap?

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🫙🌙

*shakes the jar*

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This is one of my daily activities😭

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Can someone write fanfiction for Leo das x reader or parthiban x reader here? I'm suprised there are no one thought about it 😭

He owned the character and looking so good doing it!

*Replace planet with Vijay and suddenly everything makes more sense

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“It’s literally impossible to be a woman.

You are so beautiful, and so smart, and it kills me that you don't think you're good enough. Like, we have to always be extraordinary, but somehow, we're always doing it wrong?

You have to be thin, but not too thin, and you can never say you wanna be thin. You have to say you wanna be healthy, but also, you have to BE THIN.

You have to have money, but you can't ask for money because that's crass.

You have to be a boss, but you can't be mean.

You have to lead, but you can't squash other people's ideas.

You're supposed to love being a mother, but don't talk about your kids all the damn time.

You have to be a career woman, but also, always be looking out for other people.

You have to answer for men's bad behavior, which is INSANE, but if you point that out, you're accused of complaining!

You're supposed to stay pretty for men, but not so pretty that you tempt them too much or that you threaten other women because you're supposed to be a part of the sisterhood, but ALWAYS STAND OUT and ALWAYS BE GRATEFUL. But never forget that the system is rigged, so find a way to acknowledge that but ALSO, always be grateful!

You have to never get old. Never be rude. Never show off. Never be selfish. Never fall down. Never fail. Never show fear. Never get OUT OF LINE. It's too hard! It's too contradictory, and nobody gives you a medal or says 'thank you!' And it turns out, in fact, that not only are you doing everything wrong, but also, everything is your fault.

I'm just so tired of watching myself, and every single other woman tie herself into knots, so that people will like us.

And if all of that, is also true for a doll just representing a woman, then I don't even know." -Gloria the barbie movie

this is it. this is exactly it oh my god.

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So, a point of Oppenheimer is the moral stance Oppenheimer has on the bomb and how it shifts. It centres around the debate of if scientists should stop to consider the practical consequences of potential discoveries. Oppenheimer’s opinion shifts throughout the film.

Importantly, we are told early on in the film that in physics, theory is all well and good, but practically proving it is more important/impressive. This idea mirrors the moral debate of science’s place in the world. Oppenheimer’s relationship with the theoretical and practical elements of physics developed almost alongside his moral stance.

He begins with the stance of ‘we should pursue science for science-sake, the moral impacts of discoveries are not ours but the people who abuse it.’ This is seen by him, although still having his issues, still wanting the bomb dropped and not signing the petition. This aligns with his whole thing he has at the start of the film, in his younger years, unable to grasp the practical elements of physics, deeply invested, perhaps even intrenched, in the theoretical.

Then the bomb (both metaphorically and literally) drops.

He realises the consequences of the bomb dropping. He has visions of it and feels like the blood is on his hands as creator of the bomb. It mirrors his movement into the more practical element of the creation of the nuclear bomb. He now sees the practical consequences of his actions. He begins to consider his moral stance.

He then gets involved in the politics of nuclear energy. I think this is the big moment he realises what he is told at the start of the film, it’s all well and good in theory, but practicality is more important.

He now sees firsthand the practical consequences, via politics, science has on people lives and on the world at large. In physics, theory is all well and good, but what trumps it is practically proving it. Oppenheimer realises it applies to science’s place in the world, it’s all well and good the theory of scientific discovery being in a vacuum so should be developed no matter what, but in reality, like anything, other factors look in on science, we must consider its practical consequences, so caution must be exercised. Thus he opposes the hydrogen bomb.

TLDR: The theoretical-practical debate in physics as presented in the film directly mirrors Oppenheimer’s changing relationship with science and his shifting morals on nuclear weapons.

[othersideoftheparadise]

finished my barbenheimer weekend and i am wrecked

[othersideoftheparadise]

Oppenheimer was great, actually. Yes, 3 hours runtime was too long, but the good news is the parts that feel “too long” are the first 45 minutes, and the rest of it hangs together great. It’s now the top “film about a real life scientist” to me. Most of them come across as too syrupy to be realistic (ie. A Beautiful Mind) or character assassination (ie. The Imitation Game). This one struck the right balance, it didn’t feel like it was trying to be a “science biopic” and it carried the political layers to the story well. I was especially impressed that they managed to do justice to the complex layers of ego, brilliance, garden variety asshole-ery at the heart of the title character. 

[othersideoftheparadise]

Certain People: THE BARBIE MOVIE IS ANTI-MEN

anyone who actually paid attention: the Barbie movie is about how both matriarchy and patriarchy are damaging to people and that no one will be happy as long as people feel unequal and you shouldn’t base your happiness on once person and you shouldn’t force your feelings on another person, especially if they’ve told you that they’re not interested in you. In this essay I will

[othersideoftheparadise]

The way the “Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds” quote was introduced in Oppenheimer during a sex scene is fucking hilarious. Christopher Nolan was so wild for choosing to do it like that.

[othersideoftheparadise]

it’s been a day since i’ve seen oppenheimer and i am convinced you bitches have no media literacy whatsoever how do you watch that film and think that it glorifies the bombs being made??? how is it pro america when it criticizes so much about america??? how is it pro fascist when it is about a jewish scientist who originally started his research so the nazi government wouldn’t have a bomb???