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A double rainbow we saw coming home. (I saturated a little.) Happy Easter to those that celebrate it! 🐣🐰🌈🖖🏻 This is a sign that after the storm, the calm and a better perspective of things. It's okay to have bad days but remember nothing lasts forever, make the most of the life you have. YOU MATTER! You're beautiful, you are loved, and you are missed. #lovethyself #iloveyou https://www.instagram.com/p/BwhOxouFHMV/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=om8cdqsq2iat

Chemo and Bio in one day and LV-110 (infusion 110) accomplished. On to LV-111.🙏🏻😄 #fucklupus #cml #leukemia #anywhereanytime On a side note, the pain is getting worse with every infusion. I was in tears to the point of losing consciousness.😔 I don't even remember coming home or getting in bed. The pain gets exacerbated so harshly that from now on I’ll take Tylenol pre/infusions. I’ve got so much road to cover. Still, every twist and turn can only encourage me because change is intrinsic and pain demands to be felt. I’m not doing this alone albeit sometimes it feels as if but I am just as strong as my support system. Adapt and grow as we go. Idk how much time this meds will keep me herefore or if it's written in the stars that I should live long enough to make a difference. I know that I’ll keep trying, though. F*ck Lupus
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Naomi Nagata ↳ Singlet + Belter tattoos appreciation

We Found the Universe’s First Type of Molecule

For decades, astronomers searched the cosmos for what is thought to be the first kind of molecule to have formed after the Big Bang. Now, it has finally been found. The molecule is called helium hydride. It’s made of a combination of hydrogen and helium. Astronomers think the molecule appeared more than 13 billion years ago and was the beginning step in the evolution of the universe. Only a few kinds of atoms existed when the universe was very young. Over time, the universe transformed from a primordial soup of simple molecules to the complex place it is today — filled with a seemingly infinite number of planets, stars and galaxies. Using SOFIA, the world’s largest airborne observatory, scientists detected newly formed helium hydride in a planetary nebula 3,000 light-years away. It was the first ever detection of the molecule in the modern universe. Learn more about the discovery:

Helium hydride is created when hydrogen and helium combine. 

Since the 1970s, scientists thought planetary nebula NGC 7027—a giant cloud of gas and dust in the constellation Cygnus—had the right environment for helium hydride to exist. 

But space telescopes could not pick out its chemical signal from a medley of molecules. 

Enter SOFIA, the world’s largest flying observatory! 

By pointing the aircraft’s 106-inch telescope at the planetary nebula and using a tool that works like a radio receiver to tune in to the “frequency” of helium hydride, similar to tuning a radio to a favorite station…

…the molecule’s chemical signal came through loud and clear, bringing a decades-long search to a happy end.

The discovery serves as proof that helium hydride can, in fact, exist in space. This confirms a key part of our basic understanding of the chemistry of the early universe. SOFIA is a modified Boeing 747SP aircraft that allows astronomers to study the solar system and beyond in ways that are not possible with ground-based telescopes. Find out more about the mission at www.nasa.gov/SOFIA

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I have never cried more with a season finale.

Quentin saved my life when I was dying, literally. I will never be okay. I’ll never get over it and I will never ever ever forget all the love he gave us.

I may be straight, but I hurt for all my queer friends because we have lost a light that warmth all of our hearts in unison.

Jason Ralph, you started something.

Quentin Coldwater, you gave us everything.

To the writers, I don't want to hear ever again how groundbreaking of a show you are.

You dropped the ball; you misrepresented an entire community and left us all in pieces.

Everything Q meant to us is more than you could imagine, you did a huge disservice for putting him in a mental institution in the first episode to kill him on his last second.

Regardless of the books, which addressed all of this issues and he did not die but veered back to a normal life at the end of TML sacrificing himself for Julia but what you did is a reminder of the insensitive neglect of an entire community’s representation.

You butchered ALL of our hearts and blatantly looked into our eyes while doing so. You shall be remembered as cowards. Hate me for this; I could not care less. What you did was wrong.

Everything we are is because of him. Depression is not something to be trifled with, regardless of your point, your point was baseless. Over four years you took Q to the precipice and killed us all by default when he had more to give us.

His death could've been done next season, so if you're going to represent us, have a queer Writer AND Director replace the genius that came up with this stupid idea, whoever did this to my queer friends and MAGICIANS fans and my heart that breaks now for posterity.

I know Lev only agreed to do this because you wanted to. Shane on you John, Henry, Sera and David.

We were better humans because of Q, he believed us to be better to ourselves and each other, and now we’re broken. Utterly, irrevocably and forever, broken.

Him asking Penny for “Just one last look” as he looked at his friends, then Alice and lastly Eliot to turn back NOT wanting to go is the worst stab in the backs we got knowing he didn't get to say anything to Eliot and realizing in that moment his true feelings for him.

I will NEVER forgive you for this.

I love you Q. I will miss my best friend forever.😞

I, in fact, don't think to have the heart to return next season.

Other than that I will not be watching until you fix all of your BS.

Forever, Quentin, you shall remain ours...

Tonight's episode of The Magicians brought to you by ”Men making decisions for Women.”

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Our High King loves Josh, and for the first time she admits to herself that sometimes love is everything, so sacrifices have to be made. She has done her part to save Eliot, and he wouldn't expect any less from her. Be free, Margo! Love merrily; you're allowed to regardless of what the fans say or want or think. 🙏🏻❤️

I just need to talk about the mosaic kiss for a minute, okay? I was encouraged to do so by @coldwaughtersquentin​ (who blessedly made these gifs for me to include and is actually the best)  and @ahundredloveboats​ sooo, buckle up ladies and gents, let’s take a walk down adorable, mushy, emotional memory lane together, shall we? 

Here’s the thing. I love everything about this kiss, from Quentin’s and Eliot’s perspectives. I’ll probably focus a little more on Eliot here because he’s my child and I adore him endlessly, but you’re crazy if you think I’m not also going to go bonkers over the sweet bravery that is Q making this first move. 

The way Quentin talks himself up, mentally, to do things he wants has always been adorable to me, but here you can see him just thinking, Do it, Coldwater. Do it before you don’t, and spend the next six months wondering why the hell you didn’t do it. And don’t even get me STARTED in “Hey. Hey.” Because “Hey” has never sounded more like “I think I might love you” in my entire life than it does when those two exchange it softly, like a casual greeting even though they’ve been sitting next to each other and chatting for probably a couple of hours. 

And then he nervously starts to try and explain himself. “I, um -” and he realizes, if I try to talk about it, I’m not going to do it. So instead of waiting, or overanalyzing or making some stuttery, beautiful, heartfelt speech about how he didn’t expect the last year to mean so much to him, and how he didn’t expect Eliot to mean so much to him when they started, but now he does, and so, would it be okay if he, you know, kissed him?? He just does it. He goes in, like Now or never, Coldwater. And never’s not an option. 

And then Eliot. God, sweet, “confident” Eliot. The way he looks so dazed when Quentin pulls away. The softness in his face (don’t get me STARTED on those eyelashes, folks), the slowest blink in the history of blinks. Eliot wasn’t expecting this. He probably made jokes about it, about it being just the two of them, about getting stir-crazy, about falling into bed with each other, the kind of flippant, sexual jokes he always makes, especially when he doesn’t want to be seen, but he never really expected anything to come of it. I mean look at the way his eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. El is so clearly taken aback, in the best way. He takes a minute, with half-open eyes, to internalize the feeling of Quentin’s lips against his own, realizing in this exact moment how many times he’s thought about this without really letting himself think about it. And then, when he lets himself think about it, it’s a revelation. It’s Oh. OH. Oh, Finally. 

And Quentin pulls away, maintaining eye contact, being brave. But he doesn’t say anything - words have never really been his strong suit, anyway. He just looks at him, purses his lips in this little self-conscious smile that says Your move, Waugh. But he’s not defeated. He’s hopeful, he has the feeling of that quick kiss to lean on, the way Eliot looks like he’s actually been affected by something, for once in his life, to sink into. He has reasons to believe that this move might just work out in his favor. And after a quest that has sent them in a thousand directions, only half of which seem to yield the desired result, that feels pretty damn good. 

This. Two things about this. The first, which I know has been discussed at length but is WORTH mentioning again, is the little hand flip that Q does, the tiny, nervous gesture that speaks to the fact that even with those reasons to believe, he’s still insecure, still unsure. Well, I did that, it says. It’s out there. I kissed you and I can’t un-kiss you, so what’s next? And then there’s Eliot. Eliot, who immediately leans in, reassuring, to cover Quentin’s hand with his own. And I have a theory about this, about why he’s so quick to tell Q, in a physical way, that hey, it’s ok. Because he grew up in small town Indiana. He was ridiculed, constantly, for who he was, shouted at and told he was worthless by his own father. But here’s the thing about being visibly queer in a small, rural community like that - you become a magnet, for anyone else questioning their sexuality. So I have a headcanon that Eliot, well, he’s done this before. He’s been “the experiment” for the “straight guy.” It’s familiar territory. (And YES, Quentin is bisexual, but as we all know Eliot has some internalize biphobia he needs to work through so if we’re talking about Eliot’s POV here, which we are, I think that’s worth mentioning.) 

But then he covers his hand completely, brushes the back of Q’s so tenderly I could die about that alone. It’s this silent reminder that Hey, I’m here, Q. It’s just you and me. And it’s an allowance, too, a door Eliot lets himself open, to be okay with this, at least in this moment, meaning what it means to him, as he brings his hand up to Quentin’s face. And the microexpressions here, how Quentin adjusts his body, leaning in ever so slightly, already positioning his head in anticipation of Eliot kissing him back. Their bodies are so in tune here it’s like this gorgeous, tiny dance. 

Eliot leans in, wrapping his hand around the back of Quentin’s neck. And you all KNOW he did the thumb swipe across Quentin’s cheek approximately .2 seconds after this shot ended. There is this open vulnerability in Eliot’s face here, this quiet sensuality, in the small smile on his face. The tiny lower lip bite that likely murders Q as much as it murders me. The way his eyes flit down to Quentin’s lips as he leans in. It’s so soft, and sweet, and beautiful. It’s You bet your ass we’re doing this, Coldwater. It’s I’ve been waiting for this. It’s Me, too. 

And the kiss. THE KISS. The way Eliot’s eyes stay open for a half a second and then they slide shut, and he sinks into it, holding Q close. Eliot knows, that they aren’t planning on being here much longer. He said it himself when he offered the toast: “To our first, and last, year at this thing.” But that doesn’t matter. Because even if they figure it out tomorrow, Eliot wants this moment to have happened between them. He wants to remember the feeling of losing himself in Quentin’s kiss, he wants to memorize the way Quentin’s hair feels brushing against the back of his hand, the way he tastes like bad Fillorian wine and sunshine from a day spent working hard at the mosaic and a tiny bit of smoke from the torches they light every night. He never wants to forget exactly what it felt like when, for even just a moment, Quentin Coldwater was his. Quentin wanted him, and Eliot wanted him, too, and they both let themselves, for once, hold the thing they really wanted in their hands without being terrified of breaking it. 

“Eliot didn’t say anything. For all the years of his life he’d spent with Janet, he’d never really known her, not deep down. Sometimes he looked at her and thought, Gosh, I wonder what’s underneath all that anger, all that hard glossy armor? Maybe there’s just an innocent, wounded little girl in there who wants to come out and play and be loved and get happy. But now he wondered if maybe that little girl was long gone, or if she’d ever been there at all. What was under all that armor, all that anger? More anger, and more armor. Anger and armor, all the way down…”

–The Magician’s Land by Lev Grossman, chapter 12

The First Picture of a Black Hole in History !

The global project “Event Horizon Telescope” (EHT) was focusing on two black holes through several worldwide-spanning radio telescopes over years. Finally, it could make this picture from an ultra-massive black hole from the galaxy Messier 87. It is the first time humankind could make a picture from a black hole. This achievement is comparible only with the historical moment of moon landing.

Ok, so I didn’t want to be the one to have to bring this up, cause gods know I don’t consume enough media to be a fair judge, but can we please talk about Bajie and Pilgrim, and how they, two visibly plus sized men, are allowed to fight? And fight well? Cause animated cartoons aside, I pretty much never see that happen and even in animated features, it’s usually played for laughs, But not in Into the Badlands.

Look at these shots. They’re well choreographed, not gimmicky, and not done in an exaggerated cartoonish fashion. They’re serious, and by the way other characters react to these fights, we’re meant to take the fighting credibility of these characters seriously. HOW OFTEN DO YOU SEE THIS SORT OF PLUS SIZED BODY POSITIVITY IN BIG PRODUCTION MEDIA?

We’ve seen those body positivity posts on social media,

http://beautifulking.tumblr.com/post/141290394758/im-a-chubby-bunny-who-tried-something-new-in-the

http://mynameisjessamyn.tumblr.com/post/170164132098/i-fell-in-love-with-the-high-quality-stylish

that remind us that yes, fat people can also do amazing atheletic feats, but how often do we get to see popular media give a nod to those people and give plus sized people this sort of positive, empowering spotlight? Cause for me that’s basically never. And more often than not, I see plus sized people get played for laughs by how physically limited people think they are. Not in Into the Badlands and I’m so here for that.

Addendum: This stuff is also really accurate to the wuxia theme or the show, cause in a lot of the old wuxia novels, including three of the four great Chinese classics, there are lot of heavy set men (and in the case of the Water Margin, women) running around kicking butt and taking names. Bajie is actually based Zhu Bajie from Journey Into the West, who given, is a pig, but the main character of that series is a monkey, so yeah.

Also, can someone else talk about the fashion on these two? Cause I swear there’s some cool plus sized fashion stuff happening there, especially with Bajie’s purple jacket getup.

Fillory needs Eliot as much as Eliot needs Fillory

I feel like it’s impossible for me to explain how much I love Eliot Waugh. So let me start with some of his quotes.

“I bond fast. Time is an illusion.”

Quentin: If you’re trying to tell me that it gets better- Eliot: Oh, God, no. It doesn’t. I’m trying to tell you, you are not alone here.

“I think something might really be…broken.”

“Becoming me was the greatest creative project of my life.”

“I know I said I didn’t need a family to become who I was supposed to be, but it turned out that I did. And it was you.” —A letter Eliot wrote to Quentin

Dean Fogg: What were you expecting when you dove headfirst into that fountain? Eliot: …I was expecting to die.

Eliot is so, so sad, and he is so, so tortured. By killing someone who made his life absolute hell, he discovered he was telekinetic. He had to kill someone else - someone he loved - to protect everyone else. He lost his two best friends for a period of time because of a stupid, under-the-influence decision he made, but the thing that killed him the most was the thought of losing Quentin - and only Quentin.

He threw himself - as his clay-made clone - in front of an attack directed at Quentin without even thinking about what could happen. He didn’t care what could happen to him. He threw himself in front of Quentin, in front of a fatal attack, as second nature. He didn’t care what happened to him, as long as Quentin was okay.

And, despite everything that happened, he still became the High King of Fillory. He will go down in Fillorian history as High King Eliot, The Spectacular, because that is what he is. Despite wanting to die. Despite the bad things that had happened to him. Despite all of that. He will still be known as one of the greatest Kings to rule over Fillory. And even though it is fictional, if that isn’t uplifting and if it doesn’t give you hope, there is something seriously wrong with you.

We had a family

for @myhobbitpippin

quentin’s feelings for eliot

requested by anonymous 

That's the most beautiful about this show. It isn't about the magic for us, well, maybe a little but mostly the fact that the writers are writing about real people, and that I think is more intoxicating in a good way because they screw up, they learn, get up and keep going. Although some of their stories carry heavy burdens, that doesn't deter them from trying to do good. One can relate with them. I love that about the show mostly.

So let’s talk about how The Magicians as a show about for with depression and/or trauma. Nearly everyone has a weight that’s constantly pushing them down, and they have to keep going and fighting anyway.

Quentin has literal, diagnosed depression, keeps losing people, is unable to fix things, and kind of had to pull the plug on his father in order to bring magic back - and it still didn’t fix things. Eliot is an abuse survivor who grew up in a toxic environment, doesn’t let himself be happy, is an addict and lives inside walls he’s built because of it. Alice’s family never allowed her power to grow, were selfish and sex-obsessed, and she’s so powerful it’s a burden, and was once pure magic, brought back, and now she has to remember, and now has to figure out to be a person. Penny’s abilities are a constant curse, both in never getting a silent day as long as there’s magic, and in either being in constant danger or tied down because of his travelling, and now he has to make sense out of a life after his life. Julia is a rape survivor who lost her soul for a while after her demon baby abortion and was tormented by her rapist nearly constantly, and then lost her god powers after working so hard to heal and find a way towards the light. Kady’s upringing was toxic, she didn’t let herself love anyone for the longest time - and once she did, he died and now she has to watch her love’s dopple ganger love someone else. Margo’s all armor, hard and glossy and so very angry because the world is undercutting her at every turn, trying to diminish her power, and even the one man she learned all that from, her dad, couldn’t handle it.

And then, there are the fights. They never cease, the bad guys are always upping their game, it’s from monsters to gods to uber-gods.

Which is not to say that there’s not joy. Or love. Or laughter. Or silliness. Or sex. Or bland old boredom. But there’s always something there with you in the room, or in your head, or in your arms, you don’t get to check out.

And magic comes from pain, right? And also, magic is a part of you. You don’t get to choose it. So maybe them being at the centre of all of these stories is really about them being cursed, cursed with power and rage and suffering. But they also need their respective curses to have a shot at fighting back. 

And I guess I’m writing this to remind myself how much everyone carries at all times in this show, and how that’s informing their actions. It’s not about doing the perfect, the perfectly right, or the perfectly moral thing. Usually, it’s about making it through, surviving to fight for another day. And I find that really complelling, true to reality and actually kind of beautiful.

😭❤️🙏🏻

h-how is this the first time i’m seEING THIS?

This opening fight sequence of The Master and The Widow on S3E9 of Into The Badlands last night on AMC. 🔥🔥🔥

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‪”You're a Catalyst, an artery through which the dark gift flows.

It's buried deep inside you. Sleeping now. But its black eyes will open if you wake it...

The power inside you is something to behold...

I could see it just for a moment.

It was like staring in to the sun.” Ankara

Into The Badlands returns in 5 days!

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Thank you.

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Life can be so easy or so hard...

An old Cherokee told his grandson: " My son, there´s a battle between two wolves inside us all. One is EVIL. it´s anger, jealosy, greed, resentment, lies & ego. The other is GOOD. it´s joy, peace, love, hope, kindness & truth. " the boy though about it and asked: "Grandfather, which wolf wins?" The old man quietly replied: "The one you feed!"

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