#best distance learning

[c-kiddo]

dream home is one of those modern tiny houses that are made out of wood mostly and maybe is like charcoaly black on the outside (wood too even though its scotland so i would have to treat it a lot so it doesnt rot if im on the west coast still) and nice and airy inside with a little stove and space to spread out. just space for everything i need (not too much) and a sofa bed for when people come to stay. one of those houses that blend into a hillside or trees. maybe on stilts a little since its on a hillside, with a balcony. natural materials and colours, big windows (room to breathe) with accent colours from my small objects and books and blankets and things. that would be nice

[beatcroc]

everybody give it up for 100 hours of ringracers

[sugarless5]

“What if I told you that some part of me still hungers after suffering?”

Alex didn’t flinch. Of course she didn’t. It wasn’t in her repertoire.

“I’d tell you to keep your shit together, Darlington. We all want things we shouldn’t.”

-Leigh Bardugo, Hell Bent

[coridotmp3]

i'm always thinking about jake as ice's son btw

[thissmycomingofage]

The universe puts its best soldiers (me) through the worst challenges (sickness) for them to enjoy their reward (maisie concert, night out with best friends, finally meeting irl maisie fans that I haven't created myself, discovering one of my bff's friend is a fan and is coming to the concert too!!?!?!)

[recitedemise]

𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱. This, beyond being a testament to his softer heart, his rather sizable well of care, is a consequence of his time shared with Mystra. Being a worshipper, a follower and lover both to the mother of magic, Gale is far more familiar with giving than receiving. A tremendous deal more. Beyond those illusions of love, Mystra granted him nothing, and whenever she was troubled, even sour or short, it was Gale, doting Gale, who would smooth it out. In truth, short of the stars, he had offered her everything. His whole life to boot. Still, living for some years prioritizing Mystra, Gale's grown notably reluctant to ask for help. It's why, when strapped with the netherese orb, newly blighted and rotting to death, he'd sooner clamored in his tower than look to friends. He's loathed to show his folly, of course, and is far from a fan of stirring worry, but with Mystra, any ask he'd made was resolutely shunned, and from his lover, his deity, that left its mark. Gale--a giver, a man that wants to hope but doesn't dare to--is not a man to ask for anything. If ever he does, the ask is comically small, and even then, he expects to be denied almost immediately. Consequently, an eager kindness leaves him floored. Gale can read displeasure. (See: Mystra.) Gale's trained to soothe it, too. Yet, when confronted with the novelty of that same generosity, your resident Gale of Waterdeep is like a fish out of water.

[theminecraftbee]

goddamn does create mod burn through your chromatic iron FAST. it’s not too hard on larimar or steel compared to some things and luckily a full-sized windmill produces so much kinetic power that I’m pretty sure my cobble/gravel/sand farm and tree farm (the things I most wanted create for) can both just go on that windmill and I won’t have to spend pogs on EVEN MORE power. but the fact any casings cost a full block of chromatic iron, and andesite alloy costs chromatic iron, and making a shaft costs additional chromatic iron, and… man I’m glad that create can also double your ore output lol

[skitskatdacat63]

The double-edged sword of enjoying Chicago and knowing basically all the songs by heart, but also can't stop crying every time I watch/listen to any of them bcs I can't stop thinking about how covid robbed me of getting the experience of ever performing it :(

[elio-monroe]

this dichotomy is wild. you all out there being catholic and worshiping idols? how the fuck???

jk i know its just people thinking that religious imagery = icons/idols. it could also be catholic converts who... seem to never understand a single thing about catholicism, or at the very least have a poor understanding what rosaries and saints are for. catholicism is a weird religion, there is a lot of stuff thats like "we understand x to be true but we don't know why and its fine to not know" that i think really trips up people who weren't like born into catholicism

i suppose i could also be completely misunderstanding what this poll is asking, but if i am misunderstanding it then why ask religious folks if they are an iconoclast to begin with?

[soft-serve-soymilk]

Inigo loves Archie so much it kills him inside :’)

[leocreates]

I don't think there's a single band I like where I care about any of the band members.

[the-bluestreak-cat]

Feel miserable. Remember it’s all wrought by mine own hand. Feel miserabler.

[zukkaoru]

it's all "must a book have a plot? is it not enough to just write about vibes?" until nathaniel hawthorne writes a 300+ page novel based entirely on haunted house vibes. then it's suddenly "too long winded" and "nothing happens" and he "took 300 pages to say something that could have been said in 40"

[svankmajerbaby]

US war movies, and war movies in general, are about Showcasing the Horrors of War and how much these poor soldiers suffered (if youre lucky, you will also see how these poor soldiers made others suffer too). the most important and valuable aspect of all quiet on the western front, what makes it stand out from other war movies, is that it does not have a happy ending. gringo war movies love to put a woman back home so the guy has a wife to come back to, a family to raise and a future to sustain. by focusing on that promise of a better future, we are all the more ready to forget about what happened before (or even worse, to excuse it as the ugly ugly means to get to the good things, a calvary to get to heaven)

postwar movies, as in, movies focused on what happens After the mass suffering and trauma of a society, have a bigger, harder to pinpoint power. these stories actually deal with guilty parties, with responsability and the aftermath of crimes, about the holes in the system that allows surviving victims to go without reparations and genocides and generals to continue to evade punishment. it replaces the adrenaline pumping excitement of a battlefield for the cold professionalism of courts and offices. after every war there is a process of reconditioning and readjustement. and if you cannot make an anti war war movie, then your best bet is a post war anti war movie. the only way you can make sense of the violence is by seeing everything from the distance of the future, and by reorganizing the truth into testimonies that can allow you to learn.

there is little to learn from suffering. there is more to learn from what remains after that suffering has happened.

[xerospaced]

Final thoughts

Yesterday, once again, gave confirmation that the man who is vocal, happy to profess his love and claim you, snaps you up without appreciating the value of waiting, is loud and proud, eager to talk you up and show you off

Is not necessarily the man you ought to depend on nor trust

And once again, the day taught me that the man who moves mindfully, who is cautious when he speaks, avoids inflating your ego, resists luring you into a false sense of comfortability, and moderates his expression of affection

Is often one who possesses the greatest consideration of your feelings

This time, I got a third-person perspective. Unfortunately, impacting someone I love who is deserving of far better

From the mouth of a man so sure in his conviction when he came to his conclusion about my situation despite knowing little to nothing about it as he proudly proclaimed how they manage their relationship

I'm not one for convincing, and, far from being convinced myself, I let him spout his rhetoric

To bear witness, not two months later, the realities of the vapid and changeable intention of man so quick to talk and act without pause

And immediately following that heinous transgression, be rewarded with the reassurance and satisfaction of a man quite his opposite, slow to move and resistant in falling into connection simply based on affection

I would rather the slow. The sure. The patient. The reason.

I would rather the one consistent in distance who is vocal more often when it comes to maintaining our heads and keeping clear vision. Than the man who possesses a tongue quicker than wisdom and opts into the format of loving and commitment before taking time to sit and just listen to what he truly wants, who he's really with, where the desire is rooted and what it is seeking.

I am done trusting men who talk quick and jump quicker.

Half of them don't even know they don't mean it.

This weekend has brought a lot of realities about relationships to the surface. And has reaffirmed my contentment of the space I'm in, giving confirmation to validity of the pace that has been taken.

Pause. Know yourself. Consider the nuance and depths of your feelings. And stop filling peoples heads with dreams and well wishes and fantasies of the wonderful lives y'all could be living. If you just took the time, you might avoid all this nonsense and notice the difference between fun for the moment and potential of significance.

[boyswanna-be-her]

the next time i feel super hopeless because of PMDD, i'm gonna need one of you to remind me that trailer park boys & hush puppies both exist and are easily accessible to me (2 objectively good reasons to go on livin')