[hexglyphs]

fanfic titles be like “we have not touched the stars (nor are we forgiven)” and then you look at the tags & the first one is “anal fisting”

Be mindful of what you say, you’re speaking things into existence whether you realize it or not.

[ds9anexegesis]

In light of those last couple of posts about Kira and the truth, I think the moment between her and Sisko in Starship Down is really significant, where he’s lying there injured and maybe about to die and Kira’s freaking out and doesn’t know what to say and he says “Tell me a story”

Because what he’s really saying there is “Kira, bullshit me for five fucking minutes, for the love of Space Christ”.

Cause like right before that he mentions that all the two of them ever talk about is work, and I know Kira thinks that’s cause of him being the Emissary, but really in all likelihood it’s cause, y’know… it’s fuckin’ hard to deal with someone being straight up 100% real all the fucking time, ordinary people have a hard time dealing with that shit.

Like no wonder he’d never taken her to a baseball game before because he’d take her out to the holosuite for a game and be talking about what a great run it was and she’d be like “yeah but you know none of this shit is real and all these people died hundreds of years ago and I’m tortured by the memories of the horrifying occupation of my planet by spaceNazis” and Sisko would just be like “oh Kira for fuck’s sake”

But Sisko asks Kira to bullshit him, and she does, and she actually gets the idea that maybe it’s okay to just sort of bullshit around a little bit, once in a while. And Sisko is like, all right, maybe I can take this crazy bitch to watch some baseball.

Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.

Pearl (via psych-facts)

This is seriously the most accurate description of depression. Wow.

(via fake-that-smile-babe)

I hate writing, I love having written.

Dorothy Parker (x)

[violethuntress]

Can I just talk about how funny it is that nearly every procedural I’ve ever seen has had an episode about an academic being murdered by a fellow academic to get them out of the way so the murderer could become the all-powerful Chair of the Department?

Can I talk about how hilarious it is when we spend 2-hour long meetings trying to figure out who’s going to be chair when our current chair’s term ends because no one wants to do it and it’s the shittiest job with tons of admin responsibilities, little compensation, and definitely no glory? 

One day I want to see a procedural episode based around a murder perpetrated by a newly-tenured prof in order to get out of being chair. 

[bluesrat]

Oh my god, who do I have to buy off to make this happen?

You go on. You just go on. There’s nothing more to it, and there’s no trick to make it easier. You just go on.”
“And what do you find on the other side? When you go on?”
“Your life again. What else?”
“Is that a promise?”
“It’s an inevitability. No trick. No choice. You just go on.

Memory, by Louis McMaster Bujold (via aquitainequeen)

[maketreknotwar]

I love how there seems to be a group of us niners here on tumblr that on things like the thing and whatnot we feel it necessary to give the warning that we like g/b

like seriously you are warned there is a vast amount of garakbashir this is your warning W A R N I N G

[tinsnip]

Don’t want the poor things to be blindsided by the totes ridic amounts of alien wing-wong, do we? ;)