#do it anyway

[serenityquest]

Ahmed Syed

[gifs-of-puppets]

Do It Anyway Music Video (2012)

Source: XJoe360

[euphorictruths]

Artist: Em Niwa

[fictive-culture]

Fictive culture is finding one artist that draws me well and frequently, but... It is ship art. Of me and the character that kills me in every timeline. This is really funny to me actually.

Alas, I cannot reblog it, because I do not want my dear friend* to judge me for it. *fictive of the character that kills me in every timeline

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[victusinveritas]

Comic by Ellis Rosen

[dragonwars2601]

do you reckon when Crowley said to Gabriel “I know, do it anyway” after the whole “my brain isn’t big enough anymore for those memories” line , he said that because he lost the memories of being an Angel, tried to regain them and either succeeded or failed? He actually knows what it’s like? Am I delulu here?

[codecicle]

BE AFRAID, BE VERY AFRAID.

[healingviawords]

I've realized that fear never goes away - that if you really want something, often times you have to do it afraid. And maybe this is the only way you'll ever get to discover your fullest potential. Maybe you just have to dive right in and face what scares you the most. Because in the end, it's not the rejections and failures that will haunt you, but the missed opportunities, the things you've always wanted to try but were too afraid of.

[feralchaton]

Healing is funny. People who prey on those healing are weird. What's comical to me is we're all searching for things we already have and we all share what we're all looking and hoping for; but instead of ease each other's journey we duck and dodge and strategize our way into lessons of how to relinquish control and look around with wide open hearts. Missing the fact that what we seek is not only seeking us, but we already have it. Being kind is not hard; faking nice is. Being considerate isn't hard; manipulating others is. Genuine acts from genuine depths show; may not 'understand' it, but it's there. Disguises and masks fall away, tucked with their tails between their legs. Retreating. All that means is that work needs to be done; people need to value themselves more. It's not easy. It's not fun all the time. It's a process, but it's yours if you're brave enough to reach out and hold on.

feralchaton

[strayadvice]

[maluron]

you know how last week @snowflakechallenge had us make a list of fandom stuff we'd like to see happen? well yesterday it was "create a fanwork" and

here's my take on "Machine Herald deals with Naph coming down with a cough", untitled little genfic that'll probably need editing later (also if someone else still wants to spin their own take on that prompt please please please please do so?)

Naph interrupts his work to cough into his sleeve. Again.

Everyone down there coughs now and then; it's a fact of life in Zaun. Everyone, even the chembarons who use breathing masks like the pilties they've all but became. The only exception is those who have entirely replaced their respiratory system as a last resort--being the only one to offer such services, the Machine Herald is well-aware of the fact, and there are not many of them. The air is cleaner now than it's been up to a decade ago, thanks to filters more performants, more numerous, better maintained. At least, the air less aggressive than it was, but it's still a far shout from clean. Infections are still common even if thankfully outright Sump Rot and Lung Blight are on the decrease.

Still. With Naph today it's happened already too much in too little time. More than the boy usually does. A persistent cough, coupled with glassy eyes and a slight slowness in his work... Viktor fires up a thermal sensor and checks: and there's a moderate fever. A minor infection then; no need to fret.

As he's suppressed his fear response he does not worry anyway, whatever the situation, only takes in facts and acts on them. But even if he still could worry there would be no cause here and now.

Naph tries to hide the affliction, of course. That's children of Zaun for you. They learn very young, way too young, to hide weakness. When asking for help goes unanswered, you rely on ourself only. Naph is no different. Viktor himself, so long ago, wasn't either. It doesn't mean that they should keep on that way.

Why does Viktor care about this one more than others? He cares about the nebulous concept of "the children of Zaun should live in better conditions". What makes this one different is that he's not afraid of him. Well... back when they first met he was afraid of The Machine Herald but willing to see for himself the rumors' basis and to learn more. And also, to get rid of his fear when it impeded him. Clever boy. That was a good start. Naph came back time and again. He does want to learn. And so... Viktor admits that he got used to his presence. Having no emotions he can't say that he enjoys sharing knowledge and encouraging learning. But it's logical to want to form apt minds to do the good work.

Also, he's built a sense of familiarity out of Naph. Even though he's only one out of many street urchins. Having no emotions, again, he's not afraid he'll die, he would not be upset should he die. Not more upset than at any other failure--every and any preventable death is a failure. So why would this one be worse? ...maybe because of the personal investment he's been making in his education, should it go to waste.

Still. This cough. It's not nothing but it's not dire. And it still needs adressing.

When Naph coughs again, Viktor puts a stop on whatever he was doing. "That's it. No workshop for you today." "What! But..." "I won't have you coughing all over this prototype, spray particules on delicate circuitry and mess up soldering whenever a fit interrupts you."

One could hold up a finger from any hand to emphasize a point and of course The Machine Herald does so with his freakng Hexclaw from extra emphasis. That's final.

Naph does not want to be sent home, that's obvious. Viktor never asked what home was for the boy, if home existed at all, if anyone will take care of him there. Naph is also afraid of being confined to bed, deemed uselss. Neither will happen. Viktor put a stop on the working and even the learning but prefers to keep him close as long as needed.

The bits he was tinkering with are swept away and replaced byt a hot drink--not sweetmilk this time but some nasty tea, heaped with honey that doesn't entirely mask its bitterness. A cold compress os offered--fever is the body's natural response against illness--Viktor is no medical doctor but opines it's better to let it run its course and to suppress it only if too high or gets too uncomfortable. There is no use in feeling crappy if one can help it after all, there's no glory in suffering--after all he offers time and again to anyone wulling to evolve past the possibilities of suffering!

So Naph has to rest even if he doesn't take well the idea of staying idle under his mentor's watchful eye. On different circumstances he would gladly take the oportunity to slack off... if there were no immediate consequences at least. But letting down The Machine Herald by not being up to... whatever expectations he had? There is no expectation on you, at least not today, except for you to get better. And that's out of your hands anyway. Defeated, Naph agrees he won't be able to do anything too hard. Light reading it is then, something that even looks merely recreational--yet Viktor assures him that no no there are history and life lessons in it and swears it is educational. That it's not slacking off.

Naph won't even ask how comes The Machine Herald ever got less-educational reading materials in the first place. After making faces at his tea however he finds the never to ask, "And so, you won't give a copper head for that?" "I won't." He will not give him even wire mesh lungs. At least not yet. Hopefully never. As he did on himself to replace his own failing lungs back in the days. Luckily Naph shouldn't need that. This is only a cold. And sure chest colds can get nasty, but it's not chem lung. (Not yet.) And even if, caught early there are ways to slow the progress down, and when it's progressed too far, to graft replacements. But with more luck, by the time Naph grows up chem lung won't even happen anymore?

"Now, we've had this conversation already and we can have it again when you're better ('cause he will get better--the odds are all in his favour) if you want me to give you copper-plated cranial augments..." Naph snorts, laughs, coughs again and laughs some more and manages to cut Viktor's speech short.

[serenityquest]

[chipsncookies]

"average person breeds 3 joltiks a year" factoid actualy just statistical error. average person breeds 0 joltiks per year. Subway Boss Emmet, who lives in nimbasa & breeds over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

[imthere4yuu]

I'm gonna dye my peach fuzz facial hair darker because it will bring me joy and that's more important than the cringe and deep anxiety I feel at wanting it and I'm honestly super nervous about it but I'm doing it to be brave and show other people that it's okay too because someone showed me that it's okay so it'll take me some time to get the money for the dye but I'll update when I get it 🫣

[uwudonoodle]

Ben Folds Five "DO IT ANYWAY" f. Fraggle Rock [Official Video]

This is your sign. Do it anyway. The Fraggles believe in you.

[hotelbitches-a]

"ugh," charlie grunts, leaning over the bucket they had made specifically for moments like this, long ago. they had hoped they'd never need it again. they were a fool. they'd use too much of their demonic power, the divine blood in their body boiling under their skin, making their sweat evaporate off them as it forms, their tears burning gold as they stream down their cheeks and into the bucket. they throw up lava, a whimper emitting from them as they spit more into the bucket.