This Is Really Just The Enders Game Series. Like, Has Anyone Here Read Children Of The Mind?

This is really just the “Ender’s Game” series. Like, has anyone here read “Children of the Mind”?

It also is just a larger version of the decision to drop two atomic bombs on Japan.

I am curious about what Tumblr has to say about this.

So recently in the hell hole that was Twitter, I saw this:

And I want to see what Tumblr had to say about it. Credit to @MrAntiHero1 on Twitter for posting this originally. And please vote below.

Today is a day to recognize the traditional hero of America, the cowboy. Much like the knights are to much of Europe and the samurai is to Japan, the cowboy is a character of almost mythological proportions in America. He symbolizes key American values, such as grit, self-reliance, independence, freedom, and hard work.

“We celebrate the Cowboy as a symbol of the grand history of the American West. The Cowboy’s love of the land and love of the country are examples for all Americans.” - President George W. Bush

#NationalDayoftheCowboy#LongLiveCowboys

I think what I love about this little video is the fact they you have all different kinds of people playing here. You've got rich people, poor people, average people, black, white, hispanic, adults, kids, teens, men, and women. I suppose it just goes to show that despite our differences, we can all still have things in common with each other and that gives me hope.

esp the people who did it alone 

The Rock Garden

Just a concept that I had. Feel free to take the idea and run with it if you’d like.

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There is a place, where the lonely go. Magic is strong there and some who enter do not return. It is always a gamble, to leave your existence in the hands of others. But it was one I was willing to take.

Had to take.

There is a point, that some of us come to. When the voices telling you that no one is this large and overpopulated world actually cares what happens to you start to win you over. You don’t want to believe. But the evidence seems to pile up, high as mountains, to prove you wrong. And hope seems to die.

Until it’s barely a flicker.

So you go, to the place, after reaching the point. You make the deal.

I made the deal.

Relief. A break from the world and the pressures and the loneliness. A chance to not feel anything. To just be. And to be content with that.

For a time.

Until there comes someone. To the place. Without the deal. And sees the garden. A garden of rocks.

A garden of statues.

For that was the deal. Flesh to stone, time to pass, forever alone, feelings to ash.

And this someone goes to the statues, looking at them all, so life-like, so expressive. Inspecting each one, they marvel and continue into the garden. Until they come to one, one they like, one that calls.

You, me, someone else. Anyone.

And they lift the curse. Stone to life, alone no more, together in strife, come from before.

And we suddenly have it. That someone. Who will gives us a chance. And we are not alone.

So until that day, we will wait. At the point, in the stone, in the place.

Rocks in the garden.

good evening here i am to remind you all once more that m/f ships are valid and bashing them under the guise of “fighting against heteronormativity” is ugly, unreasonable, and pretty fucking stupid