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Post that will get me labelled a psyop but honestly the moment that a party realizes that "you might not like us but you have no choice but to vote for us because otherwise the fascists win" is an effective way to rake in votes it practically ensures that they'll never take any actual meaningful action against the fascism problem. They gotta keep the fascists around bro they're their electoral strategy.

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Just a reminder that Kakashi once procrastinated on important Shinobi paperwork because he stayed up all night reading smut twice.

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I just....I just learned that there's a word in the English language...for when you run into someone to hug them with all the enthusiasm and strength you have....I learned that it's called glomp.

My God, English has so many words to describe physical intimacy, I'm in love

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What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.

— J.D. Salinger. (via. luciferifilia)

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Reblog for larger sample size. Feel free to indicate in the comments your generation, approximate region of residence, your length of experience with fan fiction, or when/where you first encountered these terms.

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Photographers all know about polarizing filters. They remove reflections off the surfaces of objects. We use them to see into water or windows that are obscured by those reflections. But anything with an even slightly glossy surface has a layer of reflection on top. So if you have a shiny green plant, it can remove the shiny and reveal a very saturated green underneath. Polarizers also remove a lot of scattered and reflected light from the sky. Which reveals a deep blue color you didn't even know was there.

Here is a photo I took of my circular polarizer.

And the first thing I noticed when walking outside during the eclipse was the color of everything was more saturated, just like in that circle. Apparently, an eclipse significantly reduces polarized light and I got this creepy feeling because I was only ever used to seeing the world like that through the viewfinder of my camera.

The other thing I noticed was my outdoor lights. I leave them on all the time because I never remember to turn them on at night. And usually the sun will render them barely visible during the day. On a very sunny day they almost look like they are off.

But you can clearly see they are shining and even flaring the camera during the eclipse.

Our eyes adjust to lighting changes very well so it was hard to tell how much dimmer things were, but that is a good indication. I took this photo a few minutes ago and you can see how dim the lights appear after the moon has fucked off.

I did a calculation using the exposure settings between these two photos. The non-eclipse photo has 7 f-stops more light. That is 128 times or 12,700% more light.

A partial Pringle eclipse cut the sun's light by 99.2% and somehow our eyes adjusted to make it seem like a normal sunny day (with weird ass saturated colors).

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In 1990, the high school dropout rate for Dolly Parton's hometown of Sevierville Tennessee was at 34% (Research shows that most kids make up their minds in fifth/sixth grade not to graduate). That year, all fifth and sixth graders from Sevierville were invited by Parton to attend an assembly at Dollywood. They were asked to pick a buddy, and if both students completed high school, Dolly Parton would personally hand them each a $500 check on their graduation day. As a result, the dropout rate for those classes fell to 6%, and has generally retained that average to this day.

Shortly after the success of The Buddy Program, Parton learned in dealing with teachers from the school district that problems in education often begin during first grade when kids are at different developmental levels. That year The Dollywood Foundation paid the salaries for additional teachers assistants in every first grade class for the next 2 years, under the agreement that if the program worked, the school system would effectively adopt and fund the program after the trial period.

During the same period, Parton founded the Imagination Library in 1995: The idea being that children from her rural hometown and low-income families often start school at a disadvantage and as a result, will be unfairly compared to their peers for the rest of their lives, effectively encouraging them not to pursue higher education. The objective of the Imagination library was that every child in Sevier County would receive one book, every month, mailed and addressed to the child, from the day they were born until the day they started kindergarten, 100% free of charge. What began as a hometown initiative now serves children in all 50 states, Australia, Canada, and the United Kingdom, mailing thousands of free books to children around the world monthly.

On March 1, 2018 Parton donated her 100 millionth book at the Library of Congress: a copy of "Coat of Many Colors" dedicated to her father, who never learned to read or write.

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Reblog so everyone can hear what they need.

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The wise person, therefore, does really not look to change anything. They become quiet. They have patience. They work on themselves. They watch their thoughts, watch their actions and observe themselves getting angry, observe themselves getting depressed, observe themselves getting jealous and envious and the rest of it. Little by little they realize, "That's not me. That's hypnosis. That's a lie." They do not react to their condition. To the extent that they do not react to their condition, to that extent do they become free. They no longer care what anybody else is doing. They compare themselves with no one. They compete with no one. They simply watch themselves. They observe themselves. They see the mental confusion. They don't run around shouting, "I am absolute reality. I am God. I am consciousness." Rather, they see where they're coming from and they leave everyone else alone.

Such a being unfolds at a fast rate. It makes no difference what predicament such a being is in. It doesn't matter, for such a being is already free. When the mind rests in the heart, that means when the mind does not go out any longer and identify with the world, when the mind rests in the heart there is peace, there is harmony, there is pure being. When you allow your mind to go out of yourself it begins to compare, it begins to judge, it begins to feel offended, and there is no peace. There’s no rest. How do you begin? Well, first you realize the place that you're in right now, whether you think it's good or bad, whether you think you're happy or sad, whether you think you're rich, or poor, or sick, or healthy, the place where you’re in right now is your right place. That's a beginning. You stop trying to be someone else. You stop trying to change your life. You’re in your right place, right now, just the way you are. If you can become happy and peaceful in the place where you are right now, all of a sudden you will find circumstances will change in your favor, and then again you will be in your right place. Whatever change comes along as far as your body-mind is concerned, you’re in your right place. The more you can see that, the more you can look at what I just said intelligently, the more peaceful you become, the more the karmic patterns begin to break away and you begin to awaken.

~ Robert Adams

Excerpt Satsang 15

#I'm trying so hard #but being sick and sad and in constant pain makes it difficult to accept

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why none of them got into The Good Place

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ok wait, reblog if you’ve cried at least once because of math, doesn’t matter which grade i’m trying to prove something 

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So today I got a rather unkind comment on AO3 (one could call it hate), but I believe it to be a bot for several reasons:

Guest account, but username attached

Said username exists but person is unlikely to be reading Tolkien fic (according to their Tumblr and AO3, they are in other fandoms)

Two grammatically correct sentences

Super generic text that could apply to any fic:

"I've seen better fanfiction written by a toddler. Get it together!"

I'm curious, did anyone else get comments like this? Let me know.

And to those who have gotten rude comments and are now worried/upset: Maybe it was just a bot too. Either way: You're awesome for putting your writing out there for others to enjoy and you don't deserve to get rude comments for it. If you want feel free to message me to compare cases and discuss details :)

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i'm curious now: kakashi! (also if you look at the original post, there are more bullet points than you can see in your reblog)

Ugh thanks for letting me know! I edited the Sakura post :D

ANYWAY, KAKASHI:

What they smell like: Most of the time, simple, natural scents, like soap. You know that new-book smell? Kakashi kinda smells like that, probably from spending so much time with his nose buried in Icha Icha. When kicking ass on missions he smells like sweat and machine oil (used to grease weapons)…at his worst, like his ninken dogs. When he bothers to go out of his way to smell nice, he favors woodsy, masculine colognes that are a little spicy, even though Pakkun complains.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Kakashi either sleeps like a dead man or not at all. He still has occasional nightmares about his past mistakes (Obito, Rin, Sasuke) that keep him up at night, but virtually nobody knows about those. When he doesn’t have PTSD dreams he sleeps like a log, and has a way of sprawling across any surface like he owns it. He could probably fall asleep anywhere.

What music they enjoy: Kakashi has no interest in popular music, he’s strictly an oldies guy. He prefers instrumentals to vocals, and likes jazz in particular. He kinda got Sakura into it. Ino is his musical opposite in taste.

How much time they spend getting ready every morning: Kakashi spends almost no time actually getting ready in the morning (appearance-wise, he’s pretty much ready to go the second he rolls out of bed, I mean look at that hair), but he takes FOREVER doing it. He procrastinates endlessly and gets distracted by stupid things (is that a hole in Mr. Ukki’s leaf? Does he have caterpillars? How does one remove caterpillars from a plant? Would spraying insecticide kill the caterpillars? What if he’s developed some kind of hole-making plant disease, and I kill all the caterpillars for nothing?). He’s even late in REALIZING he’s late, and is constantly surprised by the clock. But no matter what he’s not the hurrying sort…unless a loved one is in danger of course.

Their favorite thing to collect: Icha Icha novels, naturally. And side stories, and spin offs, and film adaptations, and action figures, and posters…he’s a fanboy. 

Left or right handed: Kakashi was born right handed but trained himself to be fully ambidextrous by age 9.

Religion (if any): Kakashi wants to believe in a heaven and an afterlife, to ease his mind about his lost loved ones’ fates, but he’s just not quite optimistic enough. Or maybe he prefers to angst about it. In either case he’s pretty agnostic. 

Favorite sport: Sumo. There’s an art to it that few can properly appreciate, and 90% of the fun comes from speculating based on each wrestler’s history, physical attributes, style and personality. Kakashi has a brain like an encyclopedia for facts and histories, and could spend hours explaining the finer details of the sport to a newbie.

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): Kakashi likes to collect knowlegde (you never know when some random fact will come in handy), so he seeks out local histories and legends when he visits a new place. He tries to stay away from tourist traps and guided tour type things, preferring to talk with the locals directly.

Favorite kind of weather: Rainy days. Rain makes him feel kind of sad and nostalgic and clean and refreshed all at once, and it make Konoha beautiful. It’s good for plants like Mr. Ukki too. Kakashi appreciates the healthfulness of rain.

A weird/obscure fear they have: Being abandoned, even though he deliberately spends a lot of time alone and flakes out on others freely.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: Kakashi is banned from every carnival in Fire Country (and a few abroad) because the Sharingan allows him to win at virtually everything, every time.

#i can't believe it but these headcanona are still valid for me after all this time #kakashi

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Not many people talk about how deep emotional neglect hurts you.

I’m afraid to want things. I’m afraid to ask for help. I’m afraid to tell someone something if they seem in a bad mood. I can’t process when someone is nice to me. I can’t handle rejection, but my brain literally short circuits if someone gives me a compliment to the point where sometimes the rejection is better.

There are lots of overlap with emotional abuse, but emotional neglect hurts just as much. And it’s even worse that it usually goes undetected, so a lot of people can’t tell they’re being neglected until it’s too late.