#I named him Henry

[steeltempura]

Random thoughts about improvement and attaining your goals :

Practicing a new skill is Hard. Improvement is Slow and we tend to give ourselves objectives that seem so far away from everything we're able to do.

Its a mean to motivate us at first, but as we encounter unexpected difficulties along the way we realise the path might be longer or harder than we first thought, and often this ends up being discouraging.

But we're actually chasing chimeras. As we improve at something, our objectives naturally become bigger, we want to be more efficient, faster, better, we want to be just like this artist we look up too, or as fast as that co-worker, etc, etc

This is obviously a natural way too look at things, but it often make us forget about the here and now, and blinds us to the thousands of little steps we take as we climb toward our next objective, shining in the distance.

We can draw satisfaction from individual successes, yes, we can end a day feeling like we did improve, or learn to do something new, but still, we're often blind to the sum of all these nuggets of knowledge, accumulated from overcoming all of the small obstacles in our way. All the muscle memory we build, all the reflexes we acquire, all the methods we learn, all the habits we develop : we often ignore them, or we tend to diminish them. "Oh yeah I can do that, but its only because I've actually a trick, Its not that fancy" or "well I know how to make It, but I don't know how to make it Perfectly" or even "no, I really don't know what I'm doing, I just followed a Tutorial / been in this situation before".

The thing is, it doesn't matter how legitimate you are, where your knowledge comes from or why you can do a particular thing.

What matters is that you can now do things you couldn't previously. Or you may be faster. Or you may be more efficient.

And we don't have many opportunities to look Back instead of looking up - what we know now seems obvious to us, of course its easy now that's its in our grasp, it wasn't even that hard to begin with, and yet we struggled so hard before, we really were pretty bad at this - NO. Everyone has to start somewhere, and you. made. progress. It is undeniable.

But getting the full measure of your incremental progress is hard, of course. Its easy to forget the struggles of the past, its easy to belittle the actual improvements, when we're focusing on our long term goals, shining brighter than any of the sparkles we're able to produce on our own, and illuminating all the flaws in our work, and thats it, we're only able to see them now, and we lost track yet again of the path we climbed to get there.

We're like frogs being slowly boiled alive, except the warming water is our slow progression toward the hot bath we're dreaming of.

So it might help to try, if just for a moment, to try and remember when you started.

To remind yourself that whatever path you took to get where you hard, however easy it was, even if it felt like cheating, you're there now.

To try and explain to a complete beginner, image of what you were, concepts or skills that you now find painfully obvious, and acknowledge that they used not to be.

Because this frog once didn't even know water was wet, before being plunged in it.

[chloesimaginationthings]

William Afton has top tier FNAF parenting skills

[grinchwrapsupreme]

shawn's deep trust of lassiter keeps catching me so off-guard like when he's held captive and lassie and henry both turn up he tries to yell "carlton" not "dad" and when he sees a guy with a gun come into the restaurant he goes straight for lassie and keeps trying to get his attention instead of literally any of the other dozens of cops in the room with them and when he's telling someone to call the police he tells them to ask for lassiter, not jules, not vick, lassiter. like he spends all his time provoking lassie but the second there's danger there's literally no one else he trusts more

[cavity-collector]

not including anything from after fnaf 6 bcz i honestly have no clue who any of the new ones are lmao. also not including book-only characters.

sorry for grouping all the MCI victims into one option 😭 theres too many of them. not including the possible DCI victims either because we know nothing about them.

[nebulousboops]

I know most Willry stuff usually completely ignores Will's wife or has him cheating on her for the sake of old man yaoi but have we considered: the polycule?

[shadowdoodle]

What if Lefty wasn't the only capturing animitronic.

[ccuniculusmolestus]

The Secret History being published in our world caused a mass search for Hampden and Henry Winter to begin, like people were calling and writing and all that, lol (or at least, according to a post i saw long ago being recounted by someone)

So when Richard published his book, did people start looking into it the same? Did they try looking for Hampden college? Can you imagine searching for Henry Winter and finding his obituary in, perhaps, an old newspaper or something?

Also did Richard lowkey snitch on everyone like 😭😭 for the murders?? Maybe the cops catch on??? But Charles is off the grid anyway.

Oh my god, can you imagine Donald corcoran reading this god damn book???? ('Ohhh Richard papen! I remember that lad....he's written a book now, has he? Let me read it.' head ahh) Reading how bitter the relationship between his son and his best friend really had become? The best friend Donald praised and fawned over all the damn time? The best friend Donald thought killed himself over losing bunny (but really he was the killer)? The man who killed his son? His baby? The man he welcomed into his house like a son and even made him run some funeral arrangements? The boy who he housed for Christmas time? The boy his son gushed over in his first year? That henry winter? That fucking bastard? (And a sinking despair and anguish over the fact that his own son could not reach out to him when he most wanted help. A reflection of his parenthood.)

Man..........

[skunkes]

i still have that long list of names ppl suggested for al's middle name and i cant ever pick one i just go through it and start twirling my hair because of how fitting they are for him my beautiful husband

[kideternity]

Steel Week Day 7: Free Day

Happy @steelweek! I had planned to do more, but life got in the way, so I was only able to quickly scourge something up for the last day/free day. I hope everyone who participated had a blast doing it, and I'm really happy to see more love given to some of my favourite comic book characters of all time 💙💙💙

[hkpika07]

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Can I make Gordon play pokemon mystery dungeon or at least watch the gameplay?

Just wondering how he'd react to the ending and some other pmd moments that are known to cause pain.

Edward: He has horrible trauma relating to loved ones disappearing. I'm honestly disappointed that you suggested such a thing.

[aryartzs-ttte]

Last post until I go on hiatus (going on holiday)

[howtosingit]

Obviously taking this with a grain of salt for now, but we might be meeting Enzo in season 5? 👀

[jamethinks]

Like father like daughter

[crookedghosts]

I JUST REALIZED THAT ANNABETH/LEO'S FRIENDSHIP IS SO FUCKING ALEX/NORA (book!rwrb, not movie!rwrb, even tho kinda) CODED. AND THEN HENRY/JASON ALREADY HAS A PERCY BESTIE... WHO IS SO SMITTRN WITH NORA/ANNABETH....I NEED TO WRITE THIS FIC SO BAD.

[kyssimmee]

my corner of a drawpile where I just drew characters from

my webcomic

[fbfh]

just woke up from a baby dream and I'm a sobbing wreck :) anyway Logan Huntzberger doesn't expect much from his future besides monetary success, partying, and a lot lot lot of sex. he definitley doesn't expect to look up one day and realize he's sharing a home, a life with someone. not only that, but he's the one that instigated it. he told you in college he didn't like you being around other guys. he stopped caring about the girls that he would go between, because now he just seems to care about you. everything else falls to the sidelines. so he comes back to his big fancy house after an important business meeting on the golf course, and he sees you there. some old sitcom is marathoning on tv, and you're wrapped up in fluffy blankets, hair up and out of your face. you look so cozy, so comfortable. you keep adjusting the blankets, fussing with them as you hum softly. he walks closer, overcome with a feeling of love and swelling pride and... paternal instinct he's never felt. your son Henry, just a month or two old is bundled on your arms. you look up at Logan and smile so warmly he could cry just from the look on your face when you see him.

"hi," you breathe softly. Henry's settled down, so you don't want to rile him up too much, but he's not all the way asleep.

"hey ace," he breaths, sitting next to you. he wraps you in his arms and kisses you, meeting forgotten as you both admire you baby boy together. you rub his tummy gently, soothingly, and Logan smooths his hair. it's short and fuzzy, and a little prickly. it makes him laugh softly. Henry is wearing the white and blue onesie Honor got for him at the baby shower. he makes a mental note to take some pictures to send her of him wearing it. the soft fabric of his polo shirt and the smell of his cologne mixed with the distinct remnants of golf course air is so comforting. he watches you admire your son, trace the shape of his cute little nose, copy the faces he makes, babble little noises at him. he watches you smooth his hair and help him get comfortable in your arms, watches you place your finger in his hand so he can hold onto it with that surprisingly strong baby death grip. Henry wiggles around, getting comfortable in your arms, and you kiss his forehead again. once you're sure that he's settled, not too warm and not too cold, comfortable and lying safely, you can finally relax. you rest your head on Logan's shoulder, closing your eyes and finally letting yourself relax and rest a little. you take in a big deep breath of his masculine scent, somehow both spicy and refreshing, and sigh. you're content. you're more than content, he realizes. you're happy. Logan... made you happy. he found out what you wanted and built you a life you want, a life he wants. it hits him like a ton of bricks in one overwhelming, amazing moment, and he soaks in the feeling, watching the way your sleeping babys face and yours mirror each other.