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Gillian Anderson as DSI Stella Gibson in The Fall.
Source: andersondaily
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Naka-Choko [the inherent homoeroticism of wound tending]
hand study painted in 2021
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Do you want people to change? Then you’re going to need people to follow you. - Chyler Silva
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Well maybe sports teams are powered by love, did you ever think of that?
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Sculptures by Johnson Tsang
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”I remember looking up to Manon Rheaume and wanting to play professional hockey, but it was never a realistic dream. Manon didn’t have a league to play in-I only knew of her from that one [NHL] exhibition game- and I didn’t hear anything else about her for a long time. The dream sort of faded.” Jenny Scrivens, goaltender for the New York Riveters.
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YELLOWJACKETS ◆ 2x07 "Burial"
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some colours and scribbles. i now have a folder on my desktop labeled ‘sid n geno r gonna kill me’
Then all the choices would then lead to this very moment. One wrong turn and we wouldn't be sitting here together. Now, that says a lot. THE X FILES | S07E017, ’All Things’
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Underrated form of intimacy:
The quiet discussion and good-luck affirmations between you and the person helping you don your armor. The comfort of knowing that the straps and buckles are perfectly secure, because the person who did them up loves you more than words can say.
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Equally underrated form of intimacy:
The absolute relief when a loved one helps you remove your armor. Not in a sexy way, no–you’re sweaty and exhausted and covered in bruises, and you feel instant relief when the pauldrons are lifted off your shoulders. You don’t have to worry about keeping track of the various pieces, because they’re already being lovingly wiped down and put safely away while you unlace your boots. The weight on your shoulders is replaced by a gentle touch, reminding you that someone is proud of you, and you’re safe to rest now.
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When I was younger, I wish someone had told me straight-up that not all adults experience “a calling”. That many of them never find particular purpose in a career. That sometimes, their job is just what pays the bills and they have to seek satisfaction and fulfillment elsewhere.
Because as an adult, this pervasive notion that there exists a perfect path for everyone, that people should love what they do, and that work is meant to function as a vehicle for fulfilling a person’s grand life destiny is not only inaccurate for many of us, it can be toxic.
The ideal is so ingrained that I have to remind myself constantly I’m not a failure because I don’t adore my job, and because I’m not rocking the world with my work. That is okay.
Sometimes, work is just work. There isn’t always a perfect career path, magically waiting to be discovered. There might not be this THING you were born to do. Sometimes, you discover that what you really want to be when you grow up is “paid”.