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saw someone on instagram say “you shouldn’t post your art until it’s good” and that comment filled me with rage so i want to say to every beginner artist or artist who feels their art is not improving no matter how long they’ve been at it. i love you and i love your art and everything you post bears part of you and that is so beautiful. block everyone who says otherwise they are not entitled to freely consume what they rag on.
if a character means enough to me i will truly never stop thinking about them. i just retire them into a little back room in my brain and periodically bring them out to stare at them under a little light
sometimes i just sit around thinking about Grey Wardens
“counterspell” or as i like to call it “Nuh uh”
One time I read that post that goes "once upon a time an adult put you on the ground and never picked you up again" and it made me sad so now I lift everyone. I'm 5'3" and kinda dumpy but the trick is to plant your feet, get 'em in a gable grip low near the hips with your knees bent, and then just tuck in your Elbows and straighten your legs. Gets those fuckers right on up there. I'm the oldest of eight and also the shortest but that sad shit lives with me so I'm hauling around these kids around like it's nothing. My little brother is a hockey player and a full head taller. I carried him around when he was a baby and I carried him around last weekend. My Papa is a 230lb Bavarian man who watches Stargate in a bath robe, he's smoked a pack a day for forty years. You think I haven't lifted him? I have. He said I couldn't do it but I did. God didn't give me social skills but I'm full of love and jacked as hell and he's not here to stop me
I met so many oldest siblings when I worked funerals and it always seemed like in big families the youngest passed first and the oldest ones would up being the last ones left and I'm *terrified* of outliving all these rugrats, so I make sure to joke about how I'm def gonna die first and leave them will all kinds of shit to take care of so *they* can pick up after *me* for once and I'm gonna make it complicated and boring on purpose, mostly so they have something to laugh about when I kick it, one last joke to set up, one final punchline, and like
I wonder
Do I want them to know it was all on purpose?
Do I want them to be certain, when I'm gone, that everything was planned? Not a first draft, or a sketch, but an elaborate contraption a lifetime in the making?
There are things that don't bother me in the least that I will kick up a dramatic, comedic fuss about so they feel they got to "get me". Reoccurring bits and inside jokes they have no idea I set up just to build off of.
And when I *do* go, will those stories be told at the wake? Will I have a great-grand niece someday, hearing their parent talk about some old dead bag they never knew who was short as hell and, used to lift everyone off the ground just because they could, for no reason at all? To prove how strong they were, maybe?
I hope so.
I hope the person I'm making for them is the absolute best. I hope I give them so many good memories to share. I hope I become so many funny stories for someone else to tell someday.
'Cause these guys won't have me around forever, and there's gonna be days where they'll need to keep laughing.
You know, my siblings and I weren't always on good terms.
Our parents were always at work, and when they were home they were at each other's throats. We lived in the middle of nowhere. I was a snappy, brooding, sarcastic little baby emo, and a know-it-all on top of that, and they could be heartless, cruel little monsters when they wanted to be, and locked up alone together with me in charge we'd build up like a pressure cooker that always seemed to end in screaming and cursing and tears.
I've said some truly, unbelievably awful things.
And you know my brother, the hockey guy? We got into a knife fight once.
But we grew up. Our parents spilt. We moved on. We moved away. I gained the ability to let go of the bitter feelings, and decided that if there was a person in my life I thought I needed, maybe I could become that person, and maybe be that person for people like I was.
Not to set myself up as some kind of Saint. I'm not a well of endless patience. I'm still brittle sometimes, and my social battery runs out fast, and I don't have it in me to visit as often as my heart says I should, and I'm emotionally distant and lazy and kind of a mess, but I'm happier than I used to be. Hell, they're happier than they used to be. We were in a bad place, but we got out.
I'm sorry you didn't have the person you needed when you needed them, but that time is gone. You aren't going to get any do-overs.
But are you going to make more people feel like you, now? Or are you going to give someone a world where good things happen?
i said 'explain physics to me like youre in love with me' and after a while of quiet he went 'everything sings'. so i get it now
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i tend to be cautious about bothering cats but I think it's important to remember that some pretty extreme cat bothering is still within the typical bounds of cat social life
hey guys unpopular opinion but you’re not a bad person if you don’t care about every bad thing happening in the world all the time, or if you do care but you’re not constantly reblogging posts spreading awareness and information
it’s okay if you’re just on tumblr to have fun and reblog things you like or that make you happy.
humans aren’t made to process trauma and suffering on a worldwide scale without any breaks whatsoever & the internet has created an unprecedented access to bad news so please never feel guilty for scrolling past it because you can’t process it! and you’re not doing anything wrong & there’s no need to feel guilty
Prompt: "Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to."
"I wouldn't ask that question if I were you, Chancellor Saresh," Major Darius Sterling said, eyeing the Twi'lek standing before him with caution and anger.
"I don't see why not, now answer me, Major," Saresh said, sounding annoyed and exasperated. "Do you not agree that the release of thousand of Republican prisoners of this-"
His entire squad stood behind him and he could feel their own fury at the chancellor's words.
"Don't...." Darius said, his voice calm and steady but held a deadly knife's edge to it. He met the Chancellor's gaze with his own. "Do not ask questions, you don't want the answer to, Chancellor."
Saresh narrowed her eyes, "This is an order, Major. Answer the question-"
"As you wish," Darius said, his voice low, calm and ice cold. "I think you're a fool."
There was a stunned silence for a moment before General Garza's voice filled the room.
"Thats quite enough, Major." "She wanted my answer, General." Darius said, his eyes never leaving Saresh's face. "That was my answer."
Despite the clear indignation on the Chancellor's face, she didn't prod any longer. She simply crossed her arms and sighed, as if sounding disappointed would move him to apologize.
"Are we dismissed?" Darius inquired.
After a moment of silence, Saresh nodded, "Yes."
With that, Darius gave an about face and left the office, the rest of Havoc Squad following suit.
"You forgot to salute!" Saresh's voice seeped through the door way.
Darius kept walking in silent seething fury.
He warned her not to ask.
baby chain catshark hasn't learned how to swim yet
well give him a minute he's two blinks old
I think a lot about Shepard's fish tank wipeout in the Citadel DLC.
The entire DLC is this lighthearted love letter to Mass Effect, and it's beautiful. But then there's THIS moment. When Shepard falls through a fish tank.
The entire way down, they desperately try to arrest their fall. They have no shields. No combat armor. There is no one to catch them. It feels like this is one of the few times there is ever fear. And they don't land gently. And the cut scene lingers on it. There is no levity in this moment. Shepard is on the ground, groaning in pain, slow to get up, clutching their ribs. First instinct before they try to get to their feet? Reach for the gun. Have that first. Then see if you can stand.
And I think the only reason we can have this moment, where Shepard is vulnerable, injured, and in trouble, is because there is no one there to see. The moment Brooks gets on the comm, they crack a joke. "Yup. Feeling good." While unable to stand up straight.
We get this at the end of the game, too, but that's when the stakes are at their highest. That's when it's supposed to be hard. It's no less magnificent then, but now, in this moment? When everything was happy and fun and silly? MAN.
And afterward, everyone jokes about it. Every single member of your squad makes a crack about the sushi place. And Shepard plays along. Haha, yeah, fell right through it, while trying to change the subject.
No one knows what that fall was like. No one saw Shepard lying on the ground in the bowls of the Silversun Strip, water dripping off them, struggling to get to their feet.
And no one asks, because it's Shepard.
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i love small joys so much!!!! yes i love my coffee in my favorite mug!!! i love the sun spilling in the window!!! i love the wind on my face!!! i love my blanket over my lap!!! i love the clouds in the sky!!!! i am seeking joy in every moment!!!!
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