#but it’s been on my mind

[bizarre-blues]

On an agenda tonight…. shomob….

[bharv]

Something something Orin coming to Gortash as Durge to tell him that they’re gone because she wants to stick the knife in. Perhaps literally.

Something something he kisses her and she decides to see how it will pan out because she wants to know what this is, this bond between them

Something something he realises part way but doesn't stop because he wants to fool himself because he’s never touched his lover like this for fear of being destroyed

Something something she doesn’t either because it’s the first time she’s been touched with tenderness in her life

[tetsuskei]

i think that men should be given flowers more and i was thinking abt leaving flowers on kaeya’s desk as a silent confession, but of course he’s too smart and figures me out all too quickly

[skullfragments]

ok don’t get me wrong i love that all the starter pokemon are in the s/v dlc but like where the fuck is cubone

[scobbe]

I started journalling when I was 13, and going back to those notebooks it’s fascinating to watch how my faith changed. I had a feral but lively and beautiful relationship with God in my teens, but thanks to long-term trauma and a series of losses, by my early 20’s it had become this blind plea of “God will give me this. God will give me this. God will give me this.” Magical thinking at best, and very liberating to completely throw away when something other than what I thought I had wanted distracted me. By 30 I didn’t believe in God anymore.

So I spent about ten years in more or less worldly life as an atheist deeply critical of religion, feeling it was all a manipulative sham, until a car accident left me wondering like whoa wtf none of this makes sense to me.

And the funny thing is I returned to God the way I had left, first through a bunch of superstition and magic (actual, like, Golden Dawn and folk and voodoo magic) and then gradually listening to various mystics until C.S. Lewis explained Christianity to me in a way I’d never “gotten” it before. Sort of like finding myself back in confirmation classes as a kid. But I could taste it then - even just watching Canterbury Cathedral on Youtube - I could taste that warm exciting gorgeousness I’d experienced as a teen. So when I went back to actual church with some actual Christians I just sat there spellbound, God piecing our relationship back together, sometimes with winsome little stitches and sometimes with the most maddening, infuriating things that have ever happened to me.

And in the end, I received what I’d been praying for all those years ago, which was actually just permission to be myself. (Big surprise.)

But now I’m finding knowing the difference between life with God and life without God has been an indescribable gift, even if it is almost impossible to articulate most of the time. It’s like I was not even really here for a couple decades. Life was life and had its ups and downs but in comparison was like black and white tv vs color, or mono vs stereo sound. (And I am still only just beginning to see and hear again.) But as much as I had removed God, I was also removed from the full richness of life - a great deal because I was living primarily in my own head, believing there was nothing else.

I mention this because when something mentions healing requires an external source, like yes, it absolutely does, and that source is - not to sound spooky but - out there and waiting.

[wawataka]

to the ppl who complain abt artists drawing top surgery scars “inaccurately” you’re LAMEEE if i ever get top surgery i’m getting tattoos that make my scars look like that

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

Anetra and Mirage as My Melody and Kuromi 💕

[regscupid]

and if i said a black brothers cow belles au

[outofthewoodsagain]

Tonight I’m thinkin about and Good money I’d pay if you’d just know me and The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury and We could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it and I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[diivineray]

Maybe I’m doing a lot but I don’t think it’s a lot to ask of my white friends to use their privilege and their voices and speak out a little more.

This has been going around in my head because, as the election draws closer I’m seriously worried for the outcome.

Just him running has people being loud and bold to be racist as shit and it’ll be worse if he’s actually elected.

I remember that scene in Ginny and Georgia, where Ginny walked out of her English class because of her racist ass teacher.

And Max could only see the Ginny’s outburst as rebellious and hyped it up, she wasn’t really seeing Ginny in that moment.

And Ginny said she was upset because English is her favorite subject and max is being so immature about it and asks what she wants to do. Ginny finally says ‘I don’t know Max, you’re in the class, you see it. Why do I always have to be the one to say something’

And I think about that a lot. And btw, that show is realllly good at pin pointing what being the only colored person is like in high school, so much that happens in that show with Ginny I relate to so well.

And the best thing about this example is that, Max is a lesbian. But she only sees things from her pov she doesn’t look at anyone elses because she doesn’t care to. But she’s also a deeply caring person, and she starts to learn how to really see the people she cares about.

I usually try not to let the shit the media says get to me but I swear it’s harder and harder to ignore everyday and especially when there possibility of it becoming more than just seeing in the media. When ppl start to get more even more bold and take it to the streets.

Racism has always been around, but yeah I’m scared of how much worse it’s going to get. So when I think about that, I really don’t want my white friends to just sit idly by while we get insulted everyday. I want them to be as angry as I am. I wanna trust that when someone is being racist towards me, you’re not gonna try and tell me I’m overreacting. You’re not gonna try and appease them. You’re not gonna be afraid to speak out.

[stuckinapril]

Feeling incredibly sick and angry about everything. I’ll go about my day and try to be normal and then it just ambushes me and honestly the only people keeping me sane rn are the Arabs who’ve voiced similar experiences and are staying the course and being vocal despite all the attempts to basically blame everything that’s wrong with this country on us

[holdoncallfailed]

marina abramović for GQ germany

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Must be a Sugondese joke.

[1alchemistart]

doing my duty of drawing skeleton falin