Take pride in who you are and how you do things.

Normalize saying “I don’t know enough to have an opinion.”

having a flesh vessel is so annoying?????? like they have to be constantly watered, they have to be in specific temperature range to be comfortable, i’ve had a headache for like seven hours and nothing i do will get rid of it,

physical forms are so inconvenient??????????????

I knocked mine over yesterday and scraped off some of the outer barrier and it keeps sending me really annoying warning messages about it

blood.dll has caused an access violation exception

I still can’t figure off how to turn off the monthly compile time. It goes for like 7 days wrecks all the system and takes so much CPU time. 

I got the wrong model, too, and there’s no returns or exchange policy. I’m trying to make do as best I can with aftermarket modifications, but even that’s a real bind. And then I have to deal with all the purists who try to tell me I should be happy with the model I was given.

the beard texture takes FOREVER to load even WITH the aftermarket mods

The code for my was poorly written and sends warning messages when nothing is wrong, causing it to be unable to function as usual.

Mine got some kind of error that made it stuck on the sad emotion

The battery life on mine is shit. I have to recharge it every day and it takes HOURS.

Mine has this issue where it runs too many background processes and opens programs at random until it forces a shutdown

Mine has extra code where there shouldn’t be and keeps jamming vital payhways for Blood.dll

I honestly think it’s trying to self destruct most days.

My antivirus software keeps identifying system files as threats.

The interface just… isn’t intuitive? at all?? I’ve had mine for years and I STILL don’t know how to make it do ANYTHING. Like maybe I’m just stupid? But I feel like something so basic should COME WITH A FUCKING MANUAL

I know loads of people have written walkthroughs, but there are so many different models and settings that it’s impossible to figure out if any given advice will work for me and I’m so tired I think this thing is MORE broken than when I got it because I don’t know how to fucking use it :(

Where the fuck is the manual?!

I’ve come to mostly like my model even though it doesn’t have the look most users are going for, but the puberty update automatically added some features that just weren’t right for me. Last week I finally took my vessel in for modification, and now I have to wait a whole nother week before I can access the shower and work programs even though I have a fantastic repair guy.

I know, right???  I’m sorry you have to go through it too.  And I hope you find a doctor who actually does their job instead of making snap decisions.  

One of these days I will be able to screw up my courage and do what @bigfatscience suggests, and ask, “If a thin person came in with the same problem, what would you recommend?”  But in the moment I’m like a deer in the headlights, and all the brilliant/reasonable/polysyllabic responses occur to me on the way home.

That is a good idea, although I'd expect to be met with the response that I'm not a skinny person and therefore it's irrelevant what they would say to them.

I have found better doctors, and I feel like a lot of them have realized that even if they're right and I would be better if I lost weight, it's just not realistic to expect that I'll be able to do that in the time frame necessary to fix the problem at hand, so if anything it's categorized as a suggestion for future matters, only in addition to the actual cure to the actual problem.

So maybe it would be more productive to respond, when being told to lose weight, "I'll certainly do my best, but what can we do about this in the meantime?"

Your wife changes her hair color every season and her personality adjusts slightly. You’re secretly only in love with Autumn wife. She just came home sporting her Winter color.

it’s my fault. it’s just that when we met it was autumn; her red-orange hair and crackling laughter. there’s a little spooky in her, a lot of play. and what a better time for falling?

i didn’t realize it for the first few years - something shifting, something so subtle. the winter makes us all cold, the summer makes us all a little out of our minds. i just loved her, because she was incredible, and i was the luckiest person alive.

it’s just that i realized that spring came with sudden bursts of cold. it’s just that summer frequently raged in with fire sprouting from her lips. it’s just that winter was the worst of all, her eyes dead. it’s just that autumn loves me different; throws herself into it without the clingy sweat of summer. i used to love that summer girl, you know? i loved how wild she was, the way in summer she took every risk she could. but i carried her home drunk one too many times, cleaned up one too many of the messes she made for no reason than to enjoy the sensation of burning. and winter was worse; the shutdown, the isolation. how she became distant, a blizzard, caught up in her own head, unable to tell me what was wrong and unable to think i actually wanted to listen.

she comes home, her hair bleached white. a dark smile on her lips. the shadowy parts of her are back. they loom like icicles overhead. she kisses me with her body held at a distance, a peck on my cheek that feels like an iceberg. she makes polite conversation and we go to bed early, our bodies untouching. 

it is a lonely season, i think on the ninth day of this. winter is cold. winter is known for the death of things. when i look at her, i see the girl i fell for, inhabited by an alien. she was the first women i loved so much i felt it would kill me. i can’t leave. when i wake her up with my crying, she tells me to shush and go back to sleep. she’s different like this, quiet, doesn’t eat. 

three days later i stare at myself in the mirror. i wonder if it’s me. if the fat on my body or something in my face or the wrinkles and she doesn’t love me. i try prettier lingerie, lean cuisine, i try different hair, more makeup, try harder. it doesn’t work. she looks at me the same; that empty gaze that neither loves nor condemns my actions. 

somewhere in februrary i lose it. we’re fighting again, from car to restaurant to car to home again. we fight about stupid things, small things; i tell her i feel she doesn’t love me, she says i’m not listening. the circle goes around and around, old pain peeling back, new pain unhealing. i sleep on the couch.

i wake up when i hear her crying, white hair around her all messed up. the kind of sobbing that only comes at two in the morning, heavy and thick and hurting. my winter girl. my heart is breaking. she looks up at me like i’m her anchor. “i’m sorry i’m like this,” she says. and i start saying, it’s okay i’m here we’re married, but she just shakes her head and says, “I know this isn’t the real me.”

i hold her cold hand. she stares at the blankets. “i am different in winter,” she whispers, “i know i am and i’m sorry.” she looks at me. “why do you think i dye my hair? cut it off? get rid of the old me?”

i tell her it’s okay. we’re together and it’s okay, and then she whispers, “i’m sorry you married four of me.”

we lay there like that, her head on my chest. she falls asleep. i stare at the ceiling, thinking of the way she sounded when she was crying. how i helped put her in that pain. how i promised in sickness and in health and everything in between.

the next day i spend at the library. there aren’t enough books on how to love someone with seasonal affective disorder so i make my own, notes and pages and little ideas on post-its. and i take a deep breath and make myself a promise.

she comes home to her favorite dinner and we kiss and she’s uneasy but that’s okay. the next day i bring home flowers and the next day she finds little love notes in her pockets. i love her quiet, the way winter demands, understand her sex drive is faltering; spend more time just cuddling. we drink wine and we kiss and some part of her starts relaxing. 

the truth is there is no loving someone out of their mental illness. the truth is that you can love someone in despite of it; love them loud enough to give them an excuse to believe they can make their way out of it.

and i learn. i remember the rebirth of spring, when she starts thawing. we kiss and have picnics in pretty dresses. i remember her joy at little birds and her rain dancing. i fall in love with the flowers in her cheeks and the little bursts of cleaning. i fall in love with summer’s slow walks and milkshakes and shouting to music playing too loud on the speakers. i fall in love with her dancing, with the sunfire energy. and when winter comes; i am ready. i remember that snow used to look pretty. i fall in love with the hearth of her, with the holiday, with the slow smile that spreads across her face so shyly. i fall in love with how she looks in boots and mittens and every day i find another reason to love her the way she deserves - they way i always should have.

she comes home with her white hair and dark smile and a package in her hands. i ask to see what it is and that small shy grin comes creeping out. it’s a sunlamp packed in with medication. she looks at me with those wide eyes and that beautiful winter blush. “i’m trying to get better,” she whispers, “i promise.”

recovery doesn’t look immediate. sometimes it isn’t neat. i can’t say we never fight or that we’re suddenly complete. but each day, that tiny girl’s strength gives me another reason. i love her. i love her while she tames the roller coaster of spring; i love her for reigning in the summer storms; i love her for taking her winter and trying to be warm. it is hard, because everything worth it is hard. she spreads out her autumn leaves; mixes the best parts of her into everything. learns to take winter’s silence for a moment before yelling in summer. learns to take autumn’s spice and give it to spring. we are both learning.

one day she comes home and her hair is different, but it’s a style i don’t know. i kiss it and tell her that she’s beautiful and the inside of me swells like a flood. i’m so glad that she’s mine. every part of her. the whole. i am the luckiest person on earth. and i always have been. but she’s hugging me and saying, “thank you for helping me,” and i can’t explain why i’m crying.

this is what love is; not always an emotion but rather your actions. the choices we make when we realize our lives would be empty if the other was absent. this is what love is: letting them grow, helping them find their way in out of the cold. this is what love is: sometimes it takes work to see how the thing you planted together actually grows.

this is what love looks like in an autumn girl: it is winter and she glows.

Fun Vampire Fact; the reason that Vampires traditionally cannot see their reflections in a mirror is because mirrors used to be backed with a reflective layer of silver — which, as the metal of purity, would not ‘interact’ with Vampires, who are the Devil’s work.

However, modern mirrors have used aluminum as their reflective backing for many years now — and aluminum is not a ‘picky’ metal at all. So Vampires are able to see their reflections in modern mirrors.

All I can think about is a vampire used to not seeing their reflection in mirrors for centuries, and one day they are just walking along and unknowingly pass a mirror backed with aluminum and THEY NEARLY SHIT THEMSELVES.

I love these comics by Nathan W. Pyle.

If you could instantly be granted fluency in 5 languages—not taking away your existing language proficiency in any way, solely a gain—what 5 would you choose?

Every story has its place. But to writers, this suggestion:

Challenge yourself to create worlds in which abundance, not scarcity, is the norm.

Can you write a world of interesting challenges and events without using scarcity, poverty, the drive to amass wealth or to escape stagnation as the underlying motive?

Can you write a world where it’s not hard to survive? A world in which characters aren’t trying to outrun danger at every turn in a world full of violence and crime?

We need to start imagining challenges for characters that are not based on death- ultimately, the risk of poverty, of defeat in battle, the fear of starvation.

We need to start imagining worlds based off of real human nature- worlds where sharing is the norm, not the exception.

If you can’t even daydream about them, you won’t know how to build them.

There are entire worlds of interaction based on emotionality, mentality, inner and outer journeys, and in fact the myths that birthed humanity often alluded to these things– I am not suggesting a return to the past, but rather to acknowledging what we, and what stories really are.

It all starts in our heads.

This is so wholesome

Update: he finally got the cat to the vet to see if she had a microchip

I was already on board with his sweet wholesome open-to-love-and-nurturing heart but I was fully unprepared for getting to that last tweet and seeing how off the hook HOT dude is

https://twitter.com/pariszarcilla?lang=en heres his twitter is here there is also additonal cat photos of his children. 

CAT DAD IS BACK

aww, the kids grow up so fast. ;-;

HHHHHHHH I LOVE CAT DAD!

This is, by far, the single most adorable fucking thing I have ever seen. 

with the rise of social media, young artists think its necessary to have polished, professional looking art accounts with a singular style rather than explore different mediums and painting styles. its become more about curating a cyber account than actually broadening your horizon which leads to young artists burning out from follower counts and online persona image making before they’ve even found the element of joy in art.

From TVNorge’s Snapchat (tvnorgesnap)

When we were little my brother and I found our Mom’s collection of ElfQuest and started reading it, and our parents were like “Whatever.” Anyway, for a while I was convinced that Skywise was a super-flamboyant lesbian until our parents informed me that he was a man and to this day I still feel disappointed.

This nigga from 1920 be living in 3020

Wow it makes so much sense tho..

Why tf we ain’t got these?

Give me the forbidden parallel parking tire!

teambissevov: ☆starstruck☆ #vegardylvisåker