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Ryland Grace - Project Hail Mary

Do u guys like the shirtless doctor?

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ask before reposting to other places pls thx🌸

"i think we're gonna have to kill this guy, mel."

this particularly works with anything negative i’ve forecasted. “i woke up feeling like shit today, so my day is gonna suck” isn’t a particularly helpful thought, but “it’s a great day to be alive!!!!!” feels hollow and insincere when i have a pounding headache & am running on three hours of sleep

instead i’ll tell myself, “i really don’t feel good right now, but i’m open to the possibility that coffee and breakfast might perk me up a bit.” or “i’m in a lot of pain today, but i’m open to the possibility that my workday might still have fun parts despite that”

And then he said, “The important thing is to find something you feel good about doing.”

That phrasing struck me. “Something you feel good about doing”. Most people would have phrased it as “something you enjoy doing”. Or “something you’re good at doing”. But Mr. Rogers’ subtly different phrasing leads to a profoundly different connotation. “Something you feel good about doing” may not be enjoyable–people who work in hospitals or in disaster zones might not enjoy much of their day, but they probably feel good about helping people. “Something you feel good about doing“ may not be something you’re particularly good at–you may be a terrible artist by any objective standard, but if you feel good about making your art, then it’s a worthwhile endeavor. Looking for “something you feel good about doing” can help you find a truly satisfying life path.

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@zutaraweek day 1: home

as is tradition, a little snippit of zuko and katara's journey to find ursa (you can check out the fic series over here on ao3). this time they've stopped for an extended stay in ba sing se.

i was going to try and have the corresponding fic done but i did not have time so, here's a little rough little snippet to tide you over!

“But what is home,” Iroh asks. Zuko presses his lips together, and thinks. “Well, you, uncle,” he begins. Obvious answer but one anyway. Iroh chuckles. “You and the Jasmine Dragon and this tea.” “What else?” He sips his tea.

This fucking post.

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