#because you're BALD

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

the way people on this site and tiktok and just the internet in general will tear genuinely well meaning advice to fucking shreds for having the audacity not to fit their specific circumstances is genuinely so fucking disheartening. someone can say they like to read a little bit to unwind after a hard day and it's helpful to get a tiny little reprieve from work stress before sleeping and some bitter asshole will say some shit like "ummmmm well i have ABSOLUTELY NO ENERGY to do ANYTHING BUT GO RIGHT TO SLEEP AFTER WORK so its really bold of YOU to assume people can do th-" okay well what do you want them to do about that

[journey-to-the-attic]

the new nightmare is cool but i think not putting them in hanfu was an missed opportunity

(+ long hair version that i wasn't as sure about)

[seriema]

what wonderful sons you've got there, mr. geppetto!

[susartwork]

[PROLOGUE - Part 11] Next Previous Start

[homicidalbrunette]

"He was never good for you anyway whoever he was."

[northwest-by-a-train]

When Russia went to war with Ukraine, there were dozens of takes on here about how Europe & America had "snubbed" Russia. Despite Germany shooting themselves in the foot by hooking their economy to Russian oil & gas, despite the high prestige Russian culture still enjoys among the western bourgeoisie, despite the "appease & profit" attitudes of European political, business & education leaders. Despite all that and more, you could find people saying Russia was constantly mistreated, humiliated and belittled by the western world, and was left with nothing but bad choices. I saw people on here argue that the EU should've made Russia a member in the 90s, that western powers should've done everything to preserve its social safety net, and encouraged friendship initiatives with its neighbors. The war in Ukraine was regrettable, yes, and many were against it. But ultimately, the onus of it fell on foreign powers essentially being filthy russophobes.

Now, American libs use the same logic to promote Kamala Harris. "You have to vote for us, or we'll genocide Palestine even harder. We don't want the guy who will genocide harder than this one to be in power. We want to have the one that keeps genocide at around the same level, and who could maybe be amenable to lower that level." And if you say that's irrational or disgusting or predatory blackmail, they turn around and say "Well, if you don't appease our empire, and you don't give us the appropriate level of respect and approval, and treat us as a reliable and trustworthy partner, of course this country will turn around and char the earth. Of course we will commit genocide, and ethnic cleansing, and bomb civilian buildings 24/7. Of course if we don't win on every trade deal and don't get to live better lives than the rest of the world and we don't get to racially segregate our country and export that segregation, we will cause a series of mounting international crises drawing us ever closer to nuclear war. Of course. That's obvious. Everyone is supposed to know that. Now get to appeasing us, and making us comfortable, and making us loved and beautiful. Or else you leave us with no choice."

And now the onus of this genocide is on Palestinians not being nice enough and Lebanon and Yemen not being nice enough and on the third world not being nice enough and college kids not being nice enough and on the international community not being nice enough and on Israel not being respectful enough of its western protectors and people on here will yell at you that you're not being nice enough to Kamala and that it's making things worse for everyone everywhere on earth and that the correct way for this crisis to be solved is people being nice to Kamala, which in turn will make Israel nicer and more respectful towards Kamala, which in turn will make the middle East nicer and more respectful towards Kamala, which in turn will make us all nicer and more respectful towards Kamala and solve all problems for all time.

So the only way out of this is to play nice 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂 and nothing bad will ever happen again 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂 and if everyone plays nice you'll eventually stop seeing the mangled corpses of children 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂

[cherrybudgie]

A quick reminder you should take a nap. 😴

[softquietsteadylove]

Gil watches Thena train with Olympia and is very impressed and happy to see the deeply bond between rider and horse. For the dressage au

Thena groaned as she hit the ground flat on her back. It happened to the best of anyone--falls happened, it was part of the sport. But it had been a long time since she had fallen. She blinked up at the sky.

Olympia whinnied loudly, rearing up on her back legs and trotting around in a full circle to check on her rider.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," Thena attempted to assure the mare making an embarrassing amount of fuss over the very small incident. She sat herself up, patting Olympia's massive snout nosing her cheek. "Hey, it's fine, easy."

Olympia cantered on the spot, not convinced.

Thena sighed. Before Olympia started braying like a mule and drawing a crowd, she picked herself up, dusting off her backside first. "Hey, look at me."

Olympia finally calmed, letting Thena hold her nose and somewhat cross her eyes to try and see her. She nudged Thena again, letting her lips and tongue assess her well being in their own way.

Thena laughed, leaning away from Olympia's affection. "I suppose you're fine, then. It is a rather high jump."

They both cast a glance over at the hurdle that had resulted in the fall for both of them. Olympia looked back at her, her tail twitching in response to the implication that she couldn't handle it.

She smiled; her mare was stubborn, and proud. Olympia didn't stop when she was training for something. She was of the same mind, of course, but neither of them were as young as they once were. She ran her hand over Olympia's side, looking for signs of pain. "You're sure?"

Olympia bobbed her head, already shifting in her position to try and get Thena up in the saddle again.

"Yes, yes, you impatient thing," Thena shook her head as she got her foot up first and then launched herself up again. The insides of her thighs were aching. "Last run today, girl."

Olympia immediately trotted back over to her starting position.

Thena eyed the hurdle. Olympia wasn't going to let up, and in all honesty, she wanted to prove to themselves that they could do it, too. She patted the side of Olympia's neck. "Ready."

Olympia took off in a run. She was hungry for it, and nothing would stop her.

Thena breathed evenly, leaning forward and gripping the reins. "That's my girl."

Olympia took the jump head on, launching herself up and over the bar. Her back legs soared over this time, her hooves nowhere near clipping it again. She startled a little upon landing, but she proudly continued on, shaking her head with glee.

"That's my girl!" Thena cheered for her, hugging Olympia's neck from atop her back as they circled the ring. She buried her nose in the soft white hair of her mane, inhaling, horse-smell and all.

Olympia strutted, oozing pride. She whinnied, all but laughing at anyone watching in a taunt for them to try what she had just accomplished.

"Okay, you," Thena laughed, running her hands over Olympia's fur. She gave her sides a squeeze with her thighs, "let's get you home."

Olympia happily slowed to a stop back at the mount, settling in soon enough.

Thena dismounted, sighing as soon as she was on her feet again. Her legs were aching and she was definitely going to have to do some stretching. She ran her hands down Olympia's mane again. "You did great. You know that."

She did; the horse shook her head, her ears flicking. She knew very well.

Thena bent her head to Olympia's, closing her eyes the way she had done all Olympia's life since she was a foal. "That's my girl."

If Olympia could speak, she would surely be returning the sentiment, bending her neck in the semblance of embracing Thena in return.

"Come on," she said gently, stepping down and preparing to lead Olympia back to the stables. She startled, turning and seeing Gil walking over to them, clapping. She blushed.

"I wasn't sure you were gonna make that last jump, but wow!" he beamed at them as he put his hands on his hips. "You were right, she could do it."

Olympia neighed at him loudly. Of course she could!

"I know, girl, I know, I shouldn't have doubted you," he appeased his favourite mare's ego. He looked back at Thena, holding out his hand like a gentleman to a princess.

She laughed at it, but her fatigue convinced her of it and she accepted his hand down the steps. Her other hand held Olympia's reins. "How long have you been-"

"Since your fall," he confessed with a wince. She pursed her lips but he rushed to explain. "I was worried! I was going to go out and help but, well, you and Olympia seemed to have it under control."

She had to smile at that. It was gallant of him to run out to help her, of course, and she would expect nothing less from the sweet Gilgamesh. But he was right, she had it in hand, and Olympia likely would have denied him, anyway.

Unruly and impetuous and at times immature, she could be, but Olympia was nothing if not protective of Thena ever since growing bigger than her.

"Are you okay?" he asked anyway, frowning and eyeing her dragging her feet.

"I'll be fine after a hot bath, or a cold one," she sighed, and he nodded his understanding. Horses were hard work in any form of their care. She tilted her head at him. "It's a little late for you to be here, isn't it?"

"Well," he shrugged, but she kept staring. He offered a sheepish - guilty - smile. "I heard you were still at it, so I didn't wanna close everything up until you were done--just in case!"

She sighed again. He really was far, far too sweet. "I appreciate that, Gil, but you have a long enough day already, do you not?"

He shrugged again.

She was ready to argue with him more, but Olympia tugged at her. They were at her stall already.

"Oh, s-sorry, girl," Thena blinked, letting go of the reins and reaching to remove the bridle from her girl's mouth. "You've earned quite a spa treatment."

Gil lingered at the entrance. "I can give you a hand, if you like. At least get you some buckets, the brushes and stuff?"

Thena looked at Olympia. Usually her 'spa treatments' after a tough day of training were their thing--a girls' night, in a way. But Olympia was nothing if not fond of the club caretaker. She was beginning to think Olympia had somewhat of a crush on dear Gil. "Well?"

Olympia bobbed her head happily, her tail whipping around behind her.

Thena looked over her shoulder at Gil in his overalls. His t-shirt under them was liable to get positively soaked from Olympia's 'shower'. "Are you certain you want to take part in this?"

He laughed, though, leaning off the gate. "I'll get her manicure set!"

Referring to the care kit he would use to scrub and clean her hooves.

Thena looked back at Olympia, who she could swear was eyeing her a certain kind of way. She pursed her lips at her young mare, "I am beginning to think you prefer his company to mine."

Whatever Olympia had to say was lost in her way of laughing at her rider.

[hellaverse-critical-confessions]

So was thinking, maybe the ship name could be like..

Millitz, feels like it rolls off the tongue better and it combines the two names moreso.

Also some other HCs…

Whenever they get into a fight/argument, they decide to wrestle for who is right. Though sometimes they forget what the argument is and it devolves into a heated make out/sex session between the two right on the floor.

Blitz loves Millie’s long hair, so much so that every chance he gets he likes to hold or brush it. In bed he likes to sleep with her hair on him.

I can really see the "relationship fights turning into physical fights turning into sex" thing

[melodromacy]

if you're gonna reblog some fucking "uhhhh men arent oppressed at all because its called the PATRIARCHY duh lol men dont have problems because it's a MANLY MAN'S SOCIETY. only women have problems. only women are ever oppressed, ever. men don't have any problems with how society treats them." nonsense youre quite literally part of The Problem and i'm going to kick you in the shins

[shmowder]

first I'm forced to learn about stocks just to manipulate the market in this stupid rpg maker game (affectionate) and now I'm having stupid thoughts like "huh wonder how bitcoins are minted" and "So it's just GPUs playing lottery?" while brushing my teeth or taking a piss

[vaguely-concerned]

the common misconception of what Shakespeare's sonnets are (heterosexual love poetry, which is just... patently false unless you bend your mind into shapes you could open wine bottles with lol) vs. what Shakespeare's sonnets actually are (prime queer love poetry, we stan a messy bisexual king) vs. what Shakespeare's sonnets REALLY actually are (the most hilariously overwrought reaction to entering your thirties I've ever seen)

listen I know people often aged more quickly in the past but Shakespeare seems to have been in his early thirties while he was writing most of this, and every time he describes himself looking in the mirror he's lamenting like a white lady in an anti-aging cream commercial. every other line reads like "confessions of an aged withered former twink (32), I perfectly understand why someone as young and gorgeous as you could never love such a testament to time's ravages as me😔". maybe stop hanging out with teen boys for a while and see how you feel after that, william! you would slay in the age of the dilf and you've got most of Western literature on its knees, please get over yourself

[elastica1995]

sometimes at work i get emails about changes in our department that i feel are 100% because of me. and maybe that's just me being anxious and paranoid but actually it certainly isn't.

[missallanea]

stardew valley game

tagged by: @priesm thank you !!  tagging: steal it uwu

[wfuckshit42]

here's my hot take

[museganjin]

my notes on drawing faces, but especially the eyes. hope the lightings not too bad and these pics are readable.