#can someone make this into a candle

[meow-hito]

what do the other 14 mahito fans headcanon mahito to smell like?

after analysing his character i’ve come up with my own:

the first note is wet dog and rain water, comes from him living in a sewer and not really washing his clothes, his hair probably gets wet and gives it that wet dog scent

second note would be blood because he literally kills people, i think it’s the metallic smell that hovers in the back of your throat

and finally a sweet rot sort of scent, something that’s super subtle but you can still catch it, i think this comes from him being a cursed spirit and it represents his nature of being deceiving.

thank you for coming to my HC infodump

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

Yeah, people like to think that (adult) Jason’s snarky, cutting, and unapologetic post crisis characterization and the (mostly) “watered down”, docile personality he’s had from N52/rebirth onwards are irreconcilable, and that the shift was just an editorial decision with the intent of marketing him as a “likeable” hero.

While that last part might be true, have they considered that textually it makes perfect sense that being consistently in contact with an abuser just does that to a person. Wears them down until they feel like nothing but a husk, without any discernible direction or opinions of their own. If it isn’t completely burnt out yet, they (consciously or unconsciously) suppress that part of themselves that thinks independently either for self-preservation or to keep the peace. Considering anyone, even “mentally strong” people could fall victim to mental abuse, it’s actually pretty realistic imo.

[harlowes-home]

me opening up my wattpad account for the first time in years after scouring the internet for a crumb of Skin-taker content and not finding shit:

THERE ISN'T ANY GOD DAMN FOOD IN THIS HOUSE SO I GUESS I GOTTA MAKE IT MYSELF! FUCK!

[yourworldiseternallycomplete]

got a CANDLE that smells GOOD and also a few OTHER THINGS that ive been thinking about getting FOR A WHILE

[mephestopheles]

I've kept them to the relatively damage free cantrips to keep things simplistic, but if you've got ideas share them

As usual share for more data

[manyunthanks]

Epic of Gilgamesh (By Hwandaeng) spoilers!!!!

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So. That one panel of Solvas.

In the Ember Knight’s predecessor, Epic of Gilgamesh, we see in the epilogue of Solvas and Tink’s schooling days. Back when the most important thing was of your classmate contradicting your essay by their own essay, and the worst thing you could do to anyone was to hate each other.

Solvas hated Tink for some stupid reason of him misusing his strength, but she respected him. Respected him so much that she did not hold back in any battle against him. Throughout their entire schooling years Solvas hated Tink for some reason that her body and her mind could not gloss over because if she did, she would need to admit that she was wrong.

In that sense, Solvas already had a feeling that she was wrong about Tink. But Tink’s clueless face just irritated her again.

That is why, after Tink death, Solvas realised how wrong she was. Only after Tink’s death could she finally move her obstinate mind off that stagnant hatred to some form of understanding, which then formed into intrinsic mourning.

But, how could she have known? She thought that she had so much time, that the hatred would be now and the explanations later. She was just a hot-headed kid that realised that she could not change anything so she hated. How could she have known that the one who seemed like the best of them, the one that would lead them towards a new generation, would be gone so quickly?

Now all she can do is to stop others from making the same mistake.

[phantominzie]

Burnout is hard

[bootyful-seventeen]

Cozy rooms can be a double edged sword cuz one hand it is my sanctuary but on the other hand it relaxes me so much I never wanna move unless necessary

[zevranunderstander]

i love watching youtube analyses of movies and shows and i love when the person explaining something is totally wrong about the thing theyre talking about

[petvles]

Hello besties just a reminder on this lovely valentines day that there are many kinds of love and not just the romantic type, I love the people in my life very dearly and I always tend to practice some self love on this day, be kind to yourself today!!! And happy valentines ❤️❤️❤️

[a-hearts-a-heavy-burden]

5 days to homelessness - Thank you if you helped

Just a brief update to my situation for those who've helped / been worried. My sister has given me to 1/15/2023 to move out. I have not been able to obtain accommodations and therefor it looks as though I will end up homeless. It's getting bitterly cold outside and I am not looking forward to this one bit. I'm scared sick and I am also worried about losing the little bit of income I have due to no longer having an address. To anyone who has helped me buy food, medication etc, I appreciate you. You have no idea how much your donations mean to me. I hope one day I am able to pay it forward. You'll always be in my heart and I wish you the warmest, safest 2023. Here's hoping for a miracle.

[moonlitgarbage]

one day i’ll be able to afford all the little trinkets my heart desires and i will be at peace

[hinamoonstuff]

I love how deeply I can feel things for people, places, things, or whatever else I love

[bubbuhs]

I get pulsative tinnitus so thanks to my left ear for the bass drop I guess

It's kind of fun when the tinnitus changes pitch. Something new to enjoy

[inkskinned]

you're in the habit of denying yourself things.

if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.

but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?

what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.

and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.

you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.

so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.

it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.

sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.

oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.

[adler-obsessed]

god. Vivienne really is just. that character. She is taken to the circle so young she does not remember what her parents even looked like and someone had to tell her. She wouldn’t even know if they were telling the truth. She is ruthless, the terror and nightmare of the Orlesian court. She almost weeps when you find the Tranquil skulls in Redcliffe. She hates drop waists. She is harrowed younger than any other mage in living memory. She teaches Bull the steps to the dance of the six candles. He likens her to a Qunari dreadnought that has half the enemies on the ground before he’s even reached the front line. Her accent’s not Orlesian. No Free Marcher can tell where she is from either. Is her original voice another part of herself she cut off? She enchanted a duke within one meeting and they scandalised even Orlesian society. She was good friends with his wife. They possibly fucked too. No can control her. She’s been owned since the moment she was first brought to the Circle. She belongs to no people. There are a dozen leashes around her neck claiming otherwise. She makes fun of an elven god for setting his coattails on fire.  She is on the verge of banishing Cole back to the Fade all the time. She can’t help but grow to care for him at the end despite her best efforts to pretend otherwise. She hates herself for it. She thinks caring makes you weak. During the first conversation you have with her unmasked as a Trevelyan, she begs to know if you also cared about her childhood friend, Lydia. She tries to import illegal fur into Skyhold. Did she kill everything soft within her soul herself or did the Chantry sisters do it for her? She is impossible to prank. Some might say she’s even better than Sera at pranking. She was pulled into the game by the time she was nineteen. She’d faced worse things since she could first remember her dreams. Life has never been fair. One merely needs to be hard enough to survive. The blade at her neck when she lay on the floor of the harrowing chamber was no different from the hunger in her belly as child, a necessary pain that only drove her forward. Maker, was there ever any chance that she did not see cruelty as simply another word for life? Is there any version of her that does not end up surrounded by moral filth?