sometimes i think about tsukishima who maybe doesn’t wear giant ass headphones around at all times bc he likes the aesthetic of it or bc he’s some kind of audiophile but bc those headphones are a coping mechanism
sometimes his words aren’t enough of a barrier, sometimes he needs more space from everything in the world bc it’s too much, people are too much, and he gets overwhelmed and can’t handle that without some kind of armor to create space between him and everything else
he doesn’t always listen to music, sometimes it’s just enough to have the headphones on, covering his ears, muffling the sounds of everything around him. he likes the feel of them around his head. it’s comforting for him.
sometimes he has bad days though, and he puts his headphones on almost immediately after waking up and plugs them into his mp3 player and puts his music on and lets it wash over him and carry him through all of the things he can’t get out of doing that day
sometimes it’s not enough and it’s all he can do to lie in bed with them on, listening to music while trying to remember how to breathe and feel and think like a normal person
2014 was one of those years that started out like “THIS IS GOING TO BE GREAT!!!” and its halfway through and we have a war going on, a deadly disease has been spread, countless shootings have happened, racism is alive, more people have been leaving living things inside of hot cars, and robin williams is fucking dead
That’s true, but you know what else is true?
Over 60 girls and women captured in Nigeria have escaped. We are so much closer to curing HIV and AIDS. Uganda has decriminalized homosexuality (which was punishable by death). Two US states have legalized gay marriage this year (making it 19 states with marriage equality in total), and 12 have struck down their bans and are awaiting approval. We’re fighting racism and sexism as hard as ever, and more and more representation is available for us in the media. More young people are becoming aware of the great injustice in this world. This war is gonna end soon. An 8-year-old girl has become the first to beat brain cancer. Robin Williams is dead, but he left nothing but laughter and happiness and truth as his legacy. More and more soldiers are coming home to their families. More children are going to go college this year than ever, and that rate is only ever increasing. More girls in the Middle East are going to school, and standing up for their rights, thanks to Malala. Young girls are inventing more and more things that are fucking revolutionizing our world, from everywhere- even in places you don’t expect them to come from.
Today, millions of people will have babies, and kiss the loves of their lives, and get married, and hold hands, and sing in the shower, and have sex, and read books, and laugh (billions of people will laugh today), and tell secrets, and dance, and dream, and get promotions, and write, and draw, and fall in love.
I know it doesn’t seem like it. I know that you’re tired of this. But have faith. Things are getting better. Believe in humanity. We have come this far. We’re not gonna give up yet.
I’m seeing a lot of posts where people are saying they don’t feel like they have a “right” to feel sad, or they feel silly for crying, so I wanted to say, first of all - you always have a right to feel something. Whatever it is. You have the right to feel it. And it’s never, ever dumb or silly to cry. There’s no shame in tears shed, for a stranger or a friend.
You don’t have to know someone to be touched by them, even artists that we never get to meet at all. If someone has an impact on you, then from that moment, it’s an indelible part of your person. Isn’t that the whole point of art? Its reason for enduring is because it moves something in the collective, because it doesn’t exist in a vacuum. When an artist, whatever their medium may be, leaves an impression, their work is then a part of us, a piece of our lives, so it does feel like they have a place all their own in our minds and hearts. Losing them is a loss in ourselves, too. We feel it echoing in the work they’ve created, and the work they’ll never be able to finish. You are allowed to feel grief when they’ve gone, it’s a way of coping with the space they leave behind, and you are allowed to feel joy in remembering whatever gifts they shared with us.
fandom is still like "amy pond and clara oswald aren’t normal people" and i’m sitting here like. sure, maybe their pasts aren’t as broad or relatable as being out of school without a job, but y’know what? people with abandonment issues exist. people with loved ones who mock and dismiss their experiences exist. people who want to travel but can’t for whatever reason exist. people without guardians or parents exist. people who get called crazy exist. there are kids out there with aunts who leave them alone at night and there are kids, teenagers and adults who feel like outcasts. there are people afraid to say “i love you” because the people they love and trust always leave
and okay maybe these don’t apply to everyone. that’s cool, i don’t relate to being a temp after all. but people who relate to these things exist. so however you feel, these characters are important to people and you don’t get to tell those people the’re wrong. because chances are they’ve been hearing that all their lives