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jumpingjacktrash:

kvothbloodless:

caffeinewitchcraft:

tiger-in-the-flightdeck:

spillsnchills:

When a character doesn’t realize they’ve been, like, shot or whatever and they hand brushes against their side and comes away wet with blood, and they’re just staring at it like wtf is this and then their knees just totally give out on them and they sink down, maybe gasping a little as the reality finally hits them. That’s good stuff.

I see that, and raise you a character who knows they’ve been shot, but waits until the rest of their crew is out of sight to put their hand against the slowly spreading stain of blood on their shirt, then trying to steady their breathing so they can follow without letting on how injured they are.

Okay but like the character who doesn’t realize they’ve been hurt trying to see if everyone else is okay only to slowly realize that everyone is looking at them with mounting horror. Then they touch their side to find it’s wet and oh no

all 3 of you are evil but i admire, respect, and fear you

consider: the character who knows he’s been shot and it’s bad, so he buttons his jacket over the evidence and puts all he’s got into being competent and commanding until the battle is finished, then goes and quietly sits down and waits for the end, but his best friend finds him and oh no you don’t mate.

patrexes:

patrexes:

projecting all ur issues™ onto fictional characters is a time honored tradition. if kafka can give a cockroach his depression and deepseated fears of uselessness i can give a comic book character my personality disorder and sexual traumas. god’s dead and soon we will be too so in 2018 write all the weirdly specific Coping Fic you want and don’t let people get on your case about it

half the tags on this are apologizing to fictional characters for fucking them up more and the other half are complaining about kafka and yknow what all of yall are valid

nyxetoile:

glorious-spoon:

grison-in-space:

feminesque:

naamahdarling:

roachpatrol:

roachpatrol:

ultimately i think kindness is the most radical thing you can do with your pain and your anger. it’s like, you take everything awful that’s ever been done to you, and you throw it back in the world’s teeth, and you say no, fuck you, i’m not going to take this.  you say this is unacceptable. you say that shit stops with me.

humans are fucking terrible and this awful world we live in will fucking kill you but if you are kind, if you are brave and clever and try really hard, you can defy it. you can impose on this bleak and monstrous structure something beautiful. even if it’s temporary. even if it doesn’t heal anything inside you that’s been hurt.  

i’m gonna sleep and i’m gonna wake up and i swear by everything in this deadly horrible universe i’m gonna make someone happy. 

i’ve seen a number of comments and tags where people feel that they must swallow or repress their anger in order to engage in kindness. that is not at all what i am recommending here. radical kindness is an expression of anger. it is not passive. it is not repressive. it does not require you, in any way, to forgive those that have fucked you up. it does not require you to be quiet. 

it just requires that you be kind. viciously. vengefully. you fight back. you plant flowers. give to charity. play games. pet someone’s dog. scream into the dark. paint and write and dance, tell jokes, sing songs, bake cookies. you have been hurt and you don’t have to deny that hurt. you just have to recognize it in other people, and take their hand, and say: no more. enough. fuck this. no more. 

have a cookie.

i will say this again: we are all going to die. the universe is enormous and almost entirely empty. to be kind to each other is the most incredible act of defiance against the dark that i can imagine. 

i will say this again: we are all going to die. the universe is enormous and almost entirely empty. to be kind to each other is the most incredible act of defiance against the dark that i can imagine.

1. The universe is indifferent. We ought not be.

2. A good quote: There are two kinds of people. Those who think, “I don’t want anyone to
suffer like I did.” And those who think, “I suffered; why shouldn’t
they?”

3. Two good quotes by Kurt Vonnegut: “Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the
winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you’ve
got a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of,
babies-“God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”

And: “Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do
not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your
sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may
disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.”

Another good quote:

“I. THIS IS NOT A GAME.

II. HERE AND NOW, WE ARE ALIVE.”

You can be kind and fuel it with rage. You can be kind and fuel it with a bitter twist, or you can be kind and fuel your kindness with righteous anger, or you can be kind and fuel it with love or spite or ecstatic joy. And no matter what your fuel is, you still can make kindness happen in the world so that people can warm themselves by it.

Kindness isn’t an emotion, kids. That’s the thing. Kindness is action. Kindness is choosing to take your emotions and channel them towards doing the most good where you can; to choose the targets of your actions carefully; to spread a little joy behind you, when you have a little to spare.

Kindness can mean a gentle word or a shouted imperative. It can be a warm meal or a gentle hug or a clean death. Kindness can manifest in many ways, and not all of them are one hundred percent nice. The kind thing to do may be doing nothing at all. 

But kindness is, above all else, an action. We are imperfect humans, and we cannot control our emotions–but we can control what we do as a result. We can control the actions that our emotions and experiences propel us to perform. 

The darkness is nothing but the absence of light, you know. It is endless and nihilistic and all enveloping. A lit candle has no hope against it.

But if enough of us light small candles and little matches behind us as we walk through this wide, uncaring universe, we can light up that sky. We can take an empty world and we can fill it with each other. 

That’s how we can take the bones of an empty universe and forge a warm hearth fire humanity can use to keep back the night. 

But kindness is, above all else, an action. We are imperfect humans, and we cannot control our emotions–but we can control what we do as a result. We can control the actions that our emotions and experiences propel us to perform.

I’m also a fan of Camus:

“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.”

Lady Keladry of Mindelan

shanastoryteller:

i’ve just finished reading the protector of the small series
for the dozenth time, and i’m just … i can’t help but imagine how the rest of
her life pans out

raoul says that giving kel all that she asks for within
reason to build her new refugee town is the crown’s way of saying they’re sorry
for putting her people in danger. but the crown doesn’t care about her people,
can’t care about five hundred refugees when there’s a whole war being waged.

they’re not saying sorry for endangering the refugees.

they’re thanking kel for winning the war.

no one can acknowledge what she did, running from her post
into enemy land to save her people was treason, and those that followed her
(besides dom’s squad) committed treason too. they can’t acknowledge what she
did, because then they would have to punish her for it, and they’re not going
to do that. so giving her more supplies is their way of saying thanks, the only
way they’ll knows she’ll accept, this painfully practical girl who always,
always puts others before her own self-interest.

she killed blayce, and stopped the killing machines, the
only things that stood in the way of tortall winning the war. she marched into
scanra with a ragtag group and did in a couple weeks what the rest of the realm
hadn’t been able to do for over a year.

the tales they must tell of the lady knight, of keladry of
mindelan.

they took her people, stole them right from under her nose.
so she marched into the heart of war and took them back, rather than follow
orders she flung herself like an arrow into enemy territory and killed the
famous mage that had stolen them, saved the adults, and then kept going and
saved all the children too. she didn’t leave anyone behind. she refused to
leave anyone behind.

commoners trust her, like her. they know that if they follow
the lady knight she won’t abandon or abuse them. kel has this gift for making everyone
around her shine a little brighter, she brings out the best in people.

her maid lalasa becomes the best seamstress in tortall and
opens up her own dress shop, making dresses for the queen and other noble ladies.
kel picks up an abused boy from an inn, one touched my horse magic, and he finally
gets to use his gift, sharpens himself with it, and learns weapons.

she hates praise, is only trying to work and do right by
those around her. but just as raoul told her when she was a squire, she’s a
commander, a natural leader, and people flock to her.

i like the idea of kel accidentally becoming powerful. not
with the nobles, but with the commoners. whispers travel fast, and everyone
knows about kel, soon commoners she’s never met trust her with their lives,
will follow her orders when they’d follow no other’s, just based on what they’ve
heard, what they know she’s done for others.

kel could single handedly lead the commoners in a rebellion
against the crown, if she so desired. she doesn’t. she’s loyal to the crown,
and if she’s unsure how she feels about their current king and queen, she knows
how she feels about roald and shinkokami.

toby eventually goes to work in the palace as a horse
breeder and trainer. every time kel or her squire (she has several, over the
years. after her first stunningly successful squire, the crown quietly offers
her a gold purse for every squire she takes on so she can afford to outfit
them. she tries to protest, but they only call it an investment – those under
her tutelage always prove invaluable to the crown) need a horse, he’s the one
who supplies them, and he won’t accept any payment. kel tries to argue, but
toby only laughs at her. she raised him after she took him in, and he calls her
mother more often than not, and refuses anything she tries to give him.

it’s like lalasa, who after all these years as a fabulously
wealthy and famous designer and seamstress, still mends the holes in kel’s
clothes, still fits her for everything she wears, and makes her dresses whenever
she has an occasion to wear them. and still won’t take anything for her work.

they are the rule, not the exception. kel becomes the person
who “knows a guy” for almost everything, and there seems like there always some
sort of tradesperson or someone who knows someone who feels indebted to kel.
the king jokes they could replace their spy network just with the friends kel’s
made on the road, and she’s appalled.

when she’s older, and had spent decades fighting, they offer
her a position – the pages’ training master.

under her, the pages are stronger, smarter, kinder. the knights
who’d complained about her appointment shut up when they take her pages on as
squires.

kel enjoys fighting. but she loves teaching, and it shows.
as much as wyldon had disliked this position, kel loves it.

and when it all threatens to overwhelm her – her best
friend, sir nealan, is just down the hall. he and yuki live at the palace,
where he divides his time between teaching magic classes to those pages who
have the gift, and assisting in the infirmary.

and they all live happily ever after.