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So I just saw concept art for that new disney movie "wish" and i am so mad at disney. Just look at it, look what they took from us
These are SO PRETTY OMG
(Credit: i got these images from @/mmdisney200 on twitter)
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Alone. Unwanted. Desperate for the cycle to end. It never does. I'm already six feet under and waiting, just get it over with already.
Cowardice. Childishness. Complacency. Creep. This is all I am and all I ever will be.
Have to feel strong for everyone else but can't even be strong enough for myself. The masks I wear feel brittle. Who's fault is that? Who's fault is any of this? Point the finger at the mirror and the rest point back at me.
Selfish selflessness, or perhaps vice versa. I'm shouting into the void, and maybe it'll shout back or maybe the words will dissipate as all words do eventually, inevitably.
Catharsis is temporary. Every pain fades away. Every day fades away. Everything fades away. So will I. So will the memory of me. So will everything I've done and everything I've tried to do, everything I've ever loved, every thing I've ever touched. Nothing stays, especially not the signs saying otherwise.
Thoughts are scattered. Shattered. Thankfully not splattered...? As if it mattered. Mattered, emphasis on past tense, unless that too was a lie.
I don't understand the point of this. I want love, and to be loved, and to feel loved, to feel like I deserve to be loved. I think I give plenty, though maybe I should give and should have given more. If this is how I feel. Three decades in and this is what it comes down to. It'd be comical if I didn't feel Every. Emotion. Ever. Maybe that just means I'm fooling myself. Maybe I don't know what I want, or even what I believe. Only what I feel I deserve.
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me: hmm time to google something
google every time: can i PLEASE have your location PLEASE 🥺🥺🥺 I need to know where you live so BAD 😫😫😫😫 Where do you fucking from?????? 😩😩😩😩😩😩
ENGLISH ADAPTATION W.I.P.
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“your rent should be a third of your income” well wouldn’t that be nice. wouldn’t it. lower the rent pussy
Casual observation from someone old enough to remember: in the year 2000 financial advice was that rent should be no more than 1/4 of your income.
Until the mid 80s, the advice was that if you must rent instead of owning, then that 20% of your monthly income (oh yes, only 20%) should include all your utilities too.
After all, rent costs more than a mortgage, so it should offer more too.
The housing market is a fucking travesty.
Hmm what happened in the mid eighties....
fountain in italy
This is what I tried to explain to US platforms like Patreon when they suspended my account for having a nude statue as the background image: I live in Europe, I can go and see a nude statue within a 5 minutes walk. Children can see them, they're not in some 18+ container. I will never understand those policies.
As an American, the times I’ve gone abroad I’ve felt free and open in a way that made coming back to the US extremely jarring in a way I couldn’t fully describe. This is an aspect of it—a sanitized, dead culture entirely composed of constant advertisements and guns.
I'm confused how art with genitals in it can even get hand wringing? that's just in every gallery? How do you even sanitise that without carving out some really significant parts of art history?
correct. now you're catching on.
anyway this is really what America is like. the right wing is currently weaponizing this against gay and trans people by accusing them of "grooming". it's really interesting to me to watch Europeans discover the reasons WHY Americans are all insane. like we didn't get this way by accident there are extremely powerful stressors acting on us from before the moment of birth that causes epigenetic syndromes, chronic illness and derangement lol
I only make serious art
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TODAY IT’S A GREAT DAY BECAUSE IT’S MARCH 15th THE DAY WHEN DENZEL CROCKER LOST HIS HAPPINESS AND IT’S ALSO ANNOY SQUIDWARD DAY
hurgler
wow this is just a bad date in fiction
kamen-apple-kinkshaming
It’s the fucking Ides of March people. Todays the day Julius Caesar was stabbed like 23 times
angel-baez
GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15
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whenever anyone here is like tumblr is actually so cool it's like ok girl 🤨 literally not true. yes i spend 36 hours here every day. that is how i know
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special show…
first day as a second century warlord i have my men tie branches to their horses’ tails to stir up dust and make it look like there’s a lot of us but i forget it just rained so there isn’t any dust and the enemy can clearly see there’s like twenty of us all spread out in a line
second day as a second century warlord i bribe a bunch of kids to start singing a nursery rhyme i carefully crafted to spread misinformation and further my strategic ends but they change the lyrics to be about poop and the enemy isn’t misdirected at all
third day as a second century warlord i lure my enemy into a narrow valley and send a team of archers to shoot them from the high ground but there was a feral hog napping on the trail up to the overlook and they couldn’t decide whether to try and shoot it or just go around and by the time the hog woke up and left on its own the enemy had already passed safely below
fourth day as a second century warlord we attempt to join a battle on the side of the guy we want to ally with but he and the guy he’s fighting have really similar names and it’s finally dusty and i misread the standards and attack the wrong guy. so now we’re stuck with this total loser of a liege lord, because how the fuck do you explain that after a battle?
fifth day as a second century warlord and some sort of wizard wanders into camp, my loser liege lord wants to execute him for being a wizard but i convince him to let the wizard stay, because i want to do more weather-based strategies and i’m pretty sure having a camp wizard can help with that. after the welcome to the team banquet the wizard steals half the treasury and my liege lord’s wife and leaves
sixth day as a second century warlord my loser liege lord sends me to reinforce a city he’s taken, but in the confusion of leaving i forgot to take the token that would have gotten us into the city, so my men have to wait outside the city walls for like eight hours while i ride back to get it
seventh day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord finally joins me in the city, it turns out he’s actually a pretty cool guy, and he isn’t even that mad at me for letting the wizard steal his wife. i decide to shoot my shot but i’m really nervous and keep on stalling because what if i mess up our relationship and by extension jeopardize the security of my men, and eventually he just says goodnight and goes back to his room, where an assassin is in the process of setting up to kill him
eighth day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord tells me to fake defect to his rival warlord, the one i originally wanted to ally with, to find out if he was the one who sent the assassin and why. but my whole way over to the rival warlord i’m worried that this has something to do with the wizard thing or how awkward i made it last night
ninth day as a second century warlord i try to tactfully ask my fake liege lord if he sent the assassin to kill my loser liege lord and it turns out the idea of using assassins never occurred to him, but now that i’ve suggested it he’s really into it. in order to save my loser liege lord i volunteer to be the one to kill him
tenth day as a second century warlord on my way back to my loser liege lord’s city i realize i won’t be able to collect my men from my fake liege lord until i bring back my loser liege lord’s head. this would have been a great thing to think of before i got myself in this situation. i go back to my loser liege lord and ask him to rescue my men, and he tells me that if he could sack my fake liege lord’s camp he already would have. that doesn’t change the fact that my men are still trapped. they’re prisoners, even. i go back to my room to sulk
eleventh day as a second century warlord i find a little caged pigeon in the rafters of my loser liege lord’s room and deduce it belonged to the assassin. without asking permission or telling my loser liege lord goodbye i let the pigeon loose and follow it north. don’t ask what i was doing in my loser liege lord’s room. it’s not important
twelfth day as a second century warlord i disguise myself as a wizard and enter the camp of the coalition leader the pigeon led me to. in the middle of my little sleight of hand performance i make eye contact with the coalition leader’s second-in-command. IT’S THE WIZARD THAT STOLE MY LOSER LIEGE LORD’S WIFE. after the banquet i corner the fake wizard and ask him what the fuck is going on and he just says “wouldn’t you like to know” and leaves. i don’t know what to say to that so i just let him go
thirteenth day as a second century warlord i’m honestly so sick of not knowing what’s going on, so i adjust my wizard costume to passably disguise myself as a woman and break into the women’s area of the camp, where sure enough my loser liege lord’s wife is. i ask her what she’s doing here and she tells me the fake wizard overheard her singing a poem she overheard on the street, not knowing it contains the coalition leader’s formation’s weaknesses. the fake wizard kidnapped her and assigned an assassin to kill her husband before they figured out the poem’s significance. she shares the first couplet with me but i’m discovered and thrown out before she can share any more. she doesn’t need to. through a bizarre coincidence of homophones, it’s the poop version of my misinformation nursery rhyme
fourteenth day as a second century warlord i go back to my loser liege lord and tell him everything, urging him to join with my fake liege lord to attack the coalition leader according to the weaknesses in the nursery rhyme. he tells me frankly that he doesn’t trust me anymore. i ask him to execute me if that’s really true, because i can’t bear to live if i can’t protect him and i can’t protect my men. he agrees to attack the coalition leader
fifteenth day as a second century warlord. due to the information in the nursery rhyme, and thanks to my loser liege lord reminding me of the weather conditions multiple times while planning our battle strategy, our alliance carries the day. my loser liege lord gets his wife back. my men tell me that our fake liege lord actually treated them really well and they’d like to stay with him if i don’t mind. i do mind, now that neither the men i love nor the man i love have any use for me, but i don’t tell them that
sixteenth day as a second century warlord i’m preparing to leave to i don’t know where, maybe to try to become a wizard for real, when my loser liege lord stops me and asks me where i’m going. he says he had hoped i would continue to work as his advisor. i was unaware i was his advisor in the first place. i agree, and he tells me he’s truly honored to have me in his service at last. he has known i am a rare and talented man with a strategic intelligence far above his ever since the day he witnessed me tying branches to my horses’ tails in six inches of mud, and could not for the life of him figure out why
Critical background info on our beloved second century warlord
[ID: a post by OP that says “jesus christ where’d all these people reading my silly little warlord post come from.” They reblogged it and said “anyways i’m glad so many people like my warlord guy, his name is huang mi (styled yuzhi) and he’s like that all the time. he has a big scar on his thigh from fucking up a sword dance. he hates getting wet and has never owned or sought to own an umbrella. his favorite color is orange, but his men didn’t want to wear that color so now their uniforms are red but it’s not like he minds that much right it’s just a uniform just a stupid uniform. whatever. he has a recurring nightmare where he keeps on misspelling his own name, and he wakes up screaming every time. with his advice his lord has never lost a battle.” End ID]
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