Tag: inspirational

seananmcguire:

nokeek:

Dorothy just wanted something that she could believe in,
A gray dustbowl girl in a life she was better off leavin’.
She made her escape, went from gray into green,
And she could have got clear, and she could have got clean,
But she chose to be good and go back to the gray Kansas sky
Where color’s a fable and freedom’s a fairy tale lie.

Alice got lost, and I guess that we really can’t blame her;
They say she got tangled and tied in the lies that became her.
They say she went mad, and she never complained,
For there’s peace of a kind in a life unconstrained.
She gives Cheshire kisses, she’s easy with white rabbit smiles,
And she’ll never be free, but she’s won herself safe for a while.

Susan and Lucy were queens, and they ruled well and proudly.
They honored their land and their lord, rang the bells long and loudly.
They never once asked to return to their lives
To be children and chattel and mothers and wives,
But the land cast them out in a lesson that only one learned;
And one queen said ‘I am not a toy’, and she never returned.

Mandy’s a pirate, and Mia weaves silk shrouds for faeries,
And Deborah will pour you red wine pressed from sweet poisoned berries.
Kate poses riddles and Mary plays tricks,
While Kaia builds towers from brambles and sticks,
And the rules that we live by are simple and clear:
Be wicked and lovely and don’t live in fear

       Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
       Susan and Lucy, we’re calling your names,
       All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
       And chose to go back on the shelf.
       Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
       You have to break rules if you want to break free.
       So do as you like 

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we’re determined to be
       Wicked girls saving ourselves.

For we will be wicked and we will be fair
And they’ll call us such names, and we really won’t care,
So go, tell your Wendys, your Susans, your Janes,
There’s a place they can go if they’re tired of chains,
And our roads may be golden, or broken, or lost,
But we’ll walk on them willingly, knowing the cost 

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We won’t take our place on the shelves.
It’s better to fly and it’s better to die
Say the wicked girls saving ourselves.

(Seanan McGuire)

This is breathtaking.

nexijay:

helthehatter:

bloo-the-dragon:

jennibelleciao:

angelartist:

joegran:

coreymbarnes:

If you’re someone who wants to make original stuff for people to see, DO IT!!! 

Your worth as an artist is not determined by the number of Tumblr notes you get. Followers are NOT a currency. Don’t worry about instant gratification, because you’re creating something only you can own for the rest of your life! It will take you longer to build up an audience around something that doesn’t have a pre-loaded fanbase. In fact it’ll probably take longer than you think, but you’ll have a much more satisfying artistic career.

Every artist needs to see this

Yesssss

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This is one of my favorite posts!❤️

@skeletonguys-and-ragdolls @feverwildehopps @trashasaurusrex @jafethortiz

“And I know it hurts, and I know it’s hard, and I know anything we can ever do is a tiny drop in an ocean of pain, but what else do we do? Do we watch the world burn around us and throw gasoline on the flames? Do we drink and drug ourselves into oblivion and float away despite the pain of everyone else? Do we lay down and die right now and get it over with? 

Well I say NO. 

I say we get up, we tell the void to fuck off, and we keep working. Because eventually something has to give, and, even if it doesn’t, we can sure as Hell try. And maybe trying is all we can do, but we can do it, and we can take away little bits of pain. 

Even if that’s all we can do, it helps. 

Even if it never matters in the end, even if everything crumples into dust eventually and the universe will never know about us, we can help. 

And maybe, just maybe, that ocean isn’t infinite. 

Maybe there aren’t enough of us right now, but what if the next generation can add enough onto what we do? Or the next, or the next? 

I say, if there is any hope at all that we can, not even stop this, but take a few fragments away, we keep fighting. We keep clawing at the void, for as long and as hard as we can, and we teach our children to do the same. 

Because that’s all we can do, but it matters, at least to the people we do it lift. 

And we need to remember that. 

People matter. Even if it’s only for a century or so, people matter. 

So we stand up, and we do this, and we keep doing it. 

We do everything we can. 

Even if we have to rest sometimes. 

Even if we get exhausted. 

Even if we may never see what good it does in the end. 

We. Fight.” 

lesbiansandpuns:

okay, so. the thing that kills me about Wonder Woman is that it’s so, so absurdist, and in the best way. all of the characters except diana go into the entire thing knowing that the war might never end, that the people in charge of their armies don’t give a flying fuck about what happens to the people on the ground, that everything they do might not even matter in the long run. steve even says when he’s on themyscira that it seems like the world’s going to end.

one of the most famous lines by camus (who was an absurdist) is “in the middle of winter i at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.” the entire point of absurdism is staring into the void and saying, “no, i refuse.” the world is empty and bleak and meaningless, and you could choose to be nihilist about that, or you could pick yourself up and create the meaning you want to see. and that’s what all of the characters in wonder woman do.

when he gets in that plane steve knows, he knows, that they still might not win the war. he knows diana might not be able to kill ares. he knows dr. poison might still escape. he knows that people are still going to die. and you know what? he gets in the plane anyway. he stares into the face of a war that might never end and says, well, i can save today. and that is what matters. 

sam and chief and charlie watch their friend run toward a plane and know he’s on a suicide mission (that might not even save the war!) and they yell to stop him at first and then they cover him like he asked them to because even when they hate it, they respect his ability to make his own decisions and they hold up their end of the deal. they risk their lives helping him risk his because it’s what they signed up to. it’s what they should do. 

when diana leaves themyscira, she knows she might not live to come back. sure, her character is driven by a kind of relentless optimism, but it’s a chosen optimism, not a naive one. she might die, but she’ll be damned if she dies doing anything other than what is just, what is her duty as an amazon. her mother says, “what if you never come back?” and diana’s reply is, “who will i be if i stay?”

when steve’s on the plane and it looks like they’re all about to die, all sam and chief and charlie do is they lean in to each other. yeah, the world’s ending, so what are we gonna do? we’re gonna spend those last moments with each other. we’re gonna close our eyes and know that we did all that we could and even if it ends up doing nothing to affect the war as a whole, well, at least we did something.

there’s a story from the holocaust about a group of jews reciting prayers when one stops and says “why are we doing this? we’re about to die. only a madman would say these prayers now.” and the rabbi looks at him and quietly says, “our enemies have taken everything from us, but they cannot take our freedom to say these prayers. we must live as free men temporarily in captivity. that, if necessary, is how we will die.”

the characters in wonder woman push on even when they think it might be pointless, because that is the point. absurdism is about accepting that maybe you’ll never be able to make everything right, you might not even be able to make everything okay, but you can always do something. you can walk into the unending darkness, hold up a lighter, flick it on and say, “i win.” and in doing so, you will have won.