#choices pt

[mrtequilasunset]

Tumblr really did not want to let me upload this file. Anyways. Phys Skills!

in case you haven't seen the other designs they're here: [Psyche] [Motorics (currently redesigning)]

[liddlediddy]

squid game season 3 spoiler

Gi-Hun (after the inevitable Frontman reveal): if i had a nickel for every time I played the games and formed a close bond with player 001 only to be devastated when my choices directly lead to them being killed, and then later find out that not only did player 001 fake their death but turn out to be the person in charge of running the games, I would have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

[gabugabs]

how to get roped into thirdwheeling a troubled celebrity marriage, pt. 2 /// @infamous-if

[bloodfreak-boyking]

mirror traps - hera lindsay bird//supernatural - 2x22, 4x09

[radaverse]

@atlaslovesedm

I had to

[metamorphesque]

These images of circles and circling, revolving around a great center he names God, it makes me think of the cathedral labyrinths of Europe. Or the ancient spiral glyphs carved into rocks and cave faces. I see the circling pathway around some secret center. The road can be bewildering, twisting and turning, keeping us disoriented and uncertain of how near we are, but ever moving inward.

And that courageous line –

I may not ever complete the last one, but I give myself to it.

We walk the winding path, not out of certainty, but because it is the only path worth walking. Walking that road, quietly, with attention, one foot in front of the other, becomes meditation. It becomes worship. Each ring, whether near or far, is a layer of our lives that is blessed by our passing through it.

Walking the circling path is not only the way to the center, it is actually part of the center. We learn to participate in the center by first walking the path. Obsession with the destination becomes an impediment to reaching it. Instead, by patiently inhabiting each step, we discover the center in ourselves... and our feet naturally end up there, as well.

We walk with our whole selves –

and I still don't know: am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?

On this roundabout road to God, we question our own nature. We encounter the mystery of self. Who and what are we really? Ultimately, it is in that questioning of a self that eludes definition where we find the still center.

The quieter we are, the more patient and open we are in our sadnesses, the more deeply and serenely the new presence can enter us, and the more we can make it our own, the more it becomes our fate; and later on, when it "happens" (that is, steps forth out of us to other people), we will feel related and close to it in our innermost being. And that is necessary. It is necessary - and toward this point our development will move, little by little - that nothing alien happen to us, but only what has long been our own. People have already had to rethink so many concepts of motion; and they will also gradually come to realize that what we call fate does not come into us from the outside, but emerges from us. It is only because so many people have not absorbed and transformed their fates while they were living in them that they have not realized what was emerging from them; it was so alien to them that, in their confusion and fear, they thought it must have entered them at the very moment they became aware of it, for they swore they had never before found anything like that inside them. Just as people for a long time had a wrong idea about the sun's motion, they are even now wrong about the motion of what is to come. The future stands still, dear Mr. Kappus, but we move in infinite space.

Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen, die sich über die Dinge ziehn. Ich werde den letzten vielleicht nicht vollbringen, aber versuchen will ich ihn.

Ich kreise um Gott, um den uralten Turm, und ich kreise jahrtausendelang; und ich weiß noch nicht: bin ich ein Falke, ein Sturm oder ein großer Gesang.

I live my life in widening circles (set me free)

Starry Night (Vincent van Gogh), Widening Circles by Rainer Maria Rilke (tr. Joanna Macy), Commentary by Ivan M. Granger, The Chartres Cathedral Labyrinth, Ouroboros, 1760  (a photograph by Granger), question mark symbol in Armenian, 지민 (Jimin) 'Set Me Free Pt.2', Letters to a Young Poet (by Rainer Maria Rilke), Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen (by Rainer Maria Rilke)

[wavebiders]

The thing that really gets me about Wyll and Karlach is just how their bond is allowed to have the importance in their narratives that it has

I mean, in games like these the cast is always going to be centered around the pc. Sure, the relationships between other companions can be developed through party banter, commentary, or even cinematics, but at the end of the day everyone's most significant relationship is always going to be the player. That's the person who most affects them and where their story is going

With these two, it's not even that Tav isn't vitally important to them both, but it's meeting Karlach that changes Wyll's life one way or another. It's Wyll that's the first person to stick out his neck for Karlach, and sends her reeling. Their bond alone is enough to convince Karlach to go to Avernus and stay alive

It's a very bold choice to risk limiting the player's importance in order to drive home the connection between two characters, and I really appreciate Larian for going there

[minticecodes]

[ID: 4 digital illustrations around the concept of fem!V. 1) Cartoony coloured illustration of V eating scaly demon meat with a blank expression. Blood splatters her face and chest. A stray hair dangles in her face. She grips the bones coming out of the meat in both hands like a cartoon hunk of meat. 2) Coloured illustration of V looking aside with Griffon perched on her shoulder. They're half shadowed in blue. 3) Hatchlined sketch of fem!V leaning on her cane with an unimpressed expression. She's tall and willowy, in pants rolled up to her calves, and corset under her coat.

4) 4 panel comic. Panel 1: Vergil and Dante walk forwards, Vergil in foreground, Dante in background. Dante (hands clasped behind head, curious expression) 'Say, Vergil.' Vergil (walking ahead, blankfaced): hm? Panel 2: Vergil looks behind to Dante. Dante (back to viewer, hands still clasped behind head): 'Ya got any clue why V looked like a lady?' Panel 3: Vergil looks aside in thought, represented by a 'loading' symbol. Panel 4: Vergil (expression unchanged, but with a transparent trans pride flag in the background): 'It must have been our mother's human half made manifest.' Dante: neat. Dante: Think I'd make for a cute babe? Vergil: 'Don't fool yourself.' End ID]

i think it would be neat if V/Vergil was a lady.

[thebluekittylol]

Satan's Choice becuz yes

original meme below, inspired by @whereismyhat5678

[the-unconquered-queen]

Thinking about how we got referred to as Mal’s best friend AND got his “I love you” in the same chapter. Best friends AND lovers!!!

[skrunksthatwunk]

i finished kaiji pt 3 btw and they did not lie! the young master wants kaiji carnally

[toastymarshie]

“They call our crimes a work of art”

So someone on Tumblr wanted the Barbie ship meme for Pegoryu and I came to deliver. This was fun to make and funni gays doing crime is kinda my thing lol.

OG meme:

[jennegatron]

that MOMENT when theobald's trust and confidence in amethar is totally shaken and destroyed because of the rocks family withholding information. when he decides he chooses magic over the crown, because that was his real first love. it wasn't lazuli or the country of candia, it was magic he fell in love with. it was lazuli's vision for candia that he loved. that's that good shit. that's that shit that i loooooove. delicious juicy painful character growth. the shedding and actualization of 30+ hours of role play. the stepping into who Theobald truly is and always has been. that's that good shit. that's that shit i like.

[iplaywithstring]

Classes are done for the term and marks are even in. I have nothing scheduled until the 18th when I go pick up my daughter for Christmas vacation and then 4 hours of work on the 20th.

I honestly don't remember the last time I had multiple days with no requirements. Probably after new year, before classes started again. Spring break I was working more and my uncle passed away, so there was a lot of family stuff going on. August break we were getting my daughter ready to go off to university.

It's been a while is what I'm saying.

I told my husband last night I felt bad for not doing much yesterday. He reminded me that "not doing much" is the point right now and that rest is what I need and what I should be focused on.

He's right. The last.....while...has been a bit of a struggle, I've been dealing with more pain and other symptoms. Yesterday the reason I didn't do much is I was dealing with pain and a poor night's sleep. I've lived with ME/CFS for over a decade now, I know how essential it is to rest, to recover, to take opportunities to recline with my feet up and sleep and not have any pressure. It's still hard though, because I remember who I used to be, and how much I used to do, and what a "day off" used to look like.

Having free time feels like a gift that I don't know what to do with.

[jam-packed]

marc.....beautiful princess w shit luck im going to need u to kill ppl tmrw its the only way

[jrueships]

WHOEVER THE FUCK IS RECOMMENDING MED PPL TO GO INTO RADIOLOGY JUST CUS IF THE MONEY, IM GONNA FUCKING gET YOU