#it really is timing and luck

[raven-of-miramar]

MOTA and Rank

You wanna know what I can’t stop thinking about is all the promotions our guys get. Unlike BOB we don’t get any special emphasis on them. With the exception of Croz and his BAMF moment of “Yes Major” and Rosie, the only way they show it is the rank pins and you have to have an eagle eye for those. Like Kidd is a Lt Col when DDay happens, Douglass is a Major by ep 9 and even Croz is a Lt Col at the end (his oak leaves are silver instead of gold) Blakey is a Lt in the bar at the very beginning and a Major by the end. These boys end the war 2-3 ranks higher.

All this to say, I really wonder if the two Bucks hadn’t gone down (not to mention stuck around bc realistically Buck at the very least probably would’ve had his 25 before 1944) would they have ended the war full bird Col. Both Bucks reached that rank after the war but if the timing was different I wonder how their lives and careers would’ve changed post war.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Pit bonnie considers himself a great dad!

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

[commandertartarsmoocher]

Who is ready for The Grand Festival ?

Hey, wait a minute... who invited this guy?

[llitchilitchi]

more Slovak Miku! this time in folk dress from Čajkov with its iconic horned cap

[karalovesallthegirls]

Also have another “first words spoken to you are on your skin” soulmate AU idea where Kara is a journalist assigned to shadow the controversial CEO of L-Corp for the day. It’s a big deal for her to get this assignment, so of course she trips the second she’s near the other woman and tries awkwardly to redeem herself.

The CEO stares at her almost in shock, and then says nothing. At all. Ever, for the entire day.

Kara spends hours following Lena Luthor around trying to fill the silence, but no amount of questions get her to talk. Lena almost seems to be running away at some points - like she’s trying to lose her? - and the few times she’s managed to catch her actually talking to someone she goes silent the second she sees Kara.

She asks around if Miss Luthor is usually like this and everyone looks at her like she’s crazy. Apparently she’s the only one who gets the silent treatment. By the end of her first day shadowing she’s walking away with half a page of observations and not a single quote. Miss Grant is going to kill her.

But that’s okay. It’s fine, this isn’t over. She has four days of shadowing ahead of her and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t finish this with a quote from the woman herself. It’s only a matter of time.

[turtleblogatlast]

I think a lot about Leo’s tendency to push his way into the spotlight despite clearly being a natural in the shadows. Hell, you could argue that his worst moments are when he’s forcing himself onstage, and his best are when he does things no one notices until it’s already been done.

[luckthebard]

Every time I’ve seen some entitled guy on Twitter this morning complain “maybe you should check in on what your FANS want” or say “glad to see the death of CR in real time, you’re shitting on your fans!” I grow more happy with CR for daring to be bold and do something unexpected and hope they are more quietly hostile to those fans and their entitlement, tbh.

[magicshop]

his smile could cure the world ♡ [for @morshiberna ♡]

cr. 0613data

[tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land]

Reach

[heliological]

live on 4/10/24 (transcript under the cut)

This is a very old song that I seldom play anymore. (excited crowd sounds)

I can't play old songs with a pick. I didn't use a pick for a long time, I was very, very macho about this sort of thing. If you're not bleeding for it, it doesn't count. That is the dumbest way of thinking (laughs), absolutely—absolutely the dumbest.

The old songs don't work as good unless I'm fully doing the thing.

That woman set herself on fire

They said it on the radio

They said she lit up the skies of Palestine

(guy in crowd: Free Palestine!)

(crowd cheers)

I could not stand to hear them say so

I saw the stars come out

Smelled the oranges on the breeze

Later on they played some Caribbean song

Man, they sure know how to pick 'em

The rich voice burning like a fuse

The syncopated rhythm

I saw the stars come out

Saw the oranges cracking open

I saw you standing there

Orange blossom in your hair

Going to Palestine (crowd cheers louder)

Going to Palestine

(crowd cheers)

Thank you!

[demigods-posts]

okay but you can see the moment percy's heart shatters into pieces once he learns that grover was also annabeth's protector. because this child grew up watching as his peers chose schoolyard taunts over compassion. watching as his dad chose freedom over fatherhood. watching as his mother chose to protect his life by sacrificing her own. but when his mom dies, he holds onto the notion that at least he's not alone. at least he has grover. but that worldveiw wastes away when he learns that he is, first and foremost, grover's assignment. that he was no one's first choice at all.

[hellsitegenetics]

hi! so i just discovered this and this is honestly so cool i love science so much like omg. im personally a big fan of birds, im hoping to go into ornithology. have you ever had a result be of a bird before? also what is your favorite bird mine is either a pileated woodpecker, bluejay, or african grey parrot :) (youre also welcome to analyze this ask if youd like but you dont gotta :))

String identified: ! t c t a t t c cc c g. a a g a , g t g t tg. a a a t a ? a at at t a at c, a, aca g at :) ( a c t aa t a t t gtta :))

Closest match: Scomber scombrus genome assembly, chromosome: 16 Common name: Atlantic mackerel

[kazanskyy]

iceman + his concern for maverick post-hop 31

[ryllen]

Congrats to the FIRST TEAM to BEAT THE TITAN!

[sableeira]

so it’s a fact that Fyodor mostly surrounds himself with white haired men and specifically white haired men with long hair. For example: Ivan, Shibusawa, Nikolai, Sigma and now Bram.

Noteable mentions of white haired men with short hair that Fyodor has associated with: Ace, Fukuchi and Nathaniel.

Do you know who else is often portrayed with long white hair? That’s right: God!

His devotion to god has been very obvious throughout the series. He wants to become God’s special little guy but because he can’t have him right now (believes he has to destroy abilities as a sign of his devotion to god) he is searching for comfort in every random white haired guy he can find.