#false expectations

[cookiefate]

Cookiefate for April 18th: "Sharing little joys offers great hope to others"

Today, give everyone the gift of false expectations.

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[tears-that-heal]

YES!!!! So wonderfully put! 💖

It is by comparison to others that traps us to believe that we're not doing enough. The counteraction is to simply strive to out-pass yourself with the goal for personal grown. Comparing yourself to others boils down to a paralyzing, emotional distraction. It fools us to think we must be perfect and therefore leads us to producing nothing. "If our efforts don't result in perfection, then why bother try at all." So basically, Perfection is an Illusion and Humanity is Imperfect. We'll all make mistakes, it's just part of being human. Due to my christian faith, there's the very important topic of Grace. It is to be forgiven for our mistakes, flaws, imperfections with no degree of deserving it. This is the simple gospel of Jesus Christ on who and what he did for the entire world; past, present & future. In the fewest words, HE Came to Save Us from Ourselves; our imperfect human natures which will all lead to a final death. ✝️ I didn't plan to get all preaching with this. It just felt right cause we all need reassurance that Hope exists and it's available to everyone. 💕

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[desm-doodle]

1k followers appreciation (part 2) ⛓️🌧️

a steampunk au that accidentally kinda took on the plot of httyd…

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He is at his limit.

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[shorthaltsjester]

when people think delilah just completely takes over and laudna has no control. when people think jester is just an uwu child who has been manipulated by every man she’s met. when people think vex is an empty husk of daddy issues without her brother by her side. when people think fjord is an arrogant asshole who doesn’t pay attention to the party around him. when people think scanlan saying that vox machina doesn’t care about him is an accurate assessment.

[formulanni]

Yuki Tsunoda as The Moon Tarot:

The Moon is a card of illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself. Night is the time when dreams and fantasies rule.

The moon also represents instincts that we have buried in our own unconscious - they come out to play in the moonlight. But the reflections that we see springing forth can also be illusions, it is easy to lose your way in the dark.

Embracing the Moon tarot card meaning allows us to face our fears and uncertainties, trusting our instincts to guide us towards the right path.

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[tarisilmarwen]

"The Jedi gatekept the Force!"

Ah yes. That's why they coexisted very peaceably with the Baran Do sages, the Bardottan Dagoyan Masters, the Guardians of the Whills, the Church of the Force, the Lasat, the Mirialens, and hell even the Nightsisters.

......I'm not actually sure you know what gatekeeping means.

[starry-nite03]

An early Martyn design for Cow Boy SMP because I’m already totally normal about this series :D

[solarockk]

started listening to @hermitarchive and im ohhhh so normal about it

[ahavalanche]

well that went down like a lead balloon

anywhoo hermitaday 4,5 and 6! love these silly guys although im not really sure what counts as an alt hermit xd

[cuubism]

saw this art of fem jayce at the forge and i was like possessed to write fem jayvik. help

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Vik doesn't usually go to find Jayce at the forge. Besides the fact that it's quite a walk from the Academy, she considers it to be Jayce's safe space. She doesn't want to intrude.

But today, three hours have elapsed since they were supposed to meet, and Vik is getting a little worried. So she's intruding.

She can hear the clanging of hammer on metal as she approaches, can feel the heat of the forge, and steps through the doorway, curious. Jayce's back is to her as she works on something that clearly requires a lot of brute strength if the way she's going at it with her hammer is any indication, and she doesn't hear Vik come in over the sound of the clanging metal. It gives Vik a moment to just... look. And what a sight.

It's not at all that Jayce doesn't look attractive normally. At work, in the lab, she looks lovely, very smart, very professional. She wears the Academy uniform well. She looks beautiful at galas. Her dresses flatter her figure, her makeup is impeccable. It just... it doesn't do anything for Vik beyond a surface level appreciation. She'd started to think her physical attraction to Jayce at the start had been fleeting, some kind of fluke.

Now she curses Piltover high society for getting between her and this.

Jayce is a mess--but what a mess. She's only wearing a thin tank top instead of her usual long sleeves and layers, and is sweating through it, the strong muscles of her shoulders and back on display. Has she always had muscles like that, and just hidden them? By Janna. Her hair is coming out of its ponytail, falling around her face in flyaway strands, sticking to her neck and her temples, and the bit of her profile Vik can see suggests she's not wearing any makeup, presumably because it would just smear off.

Jayce brings the hammer down again on whatever she's hitting, arms flexing, and Vik starts sweating, not just from the heat of the forge.

She waits until Jayce has put the hammer down to speak, lest she startle her into dropping it on her foot or something. "Jayce."

Jayce whirls around, and then does almost drop the piece of hot metal she was working on, which she's holding in a pair of tongs. Fortunately she recovers in time. "Vik! What are you-- shit, am I insanely late?"

"Yes. But it doesn't matter." Vik walks closer. Jayce looks sort of nervous, caught out, though Vik can't imagine why. "What are you working on?"

Jayce gestures with the piece of twisted metal. "This is just scrap. I just... needed to get some energy out." She sets the tongs and metal aside, pulls off her gloves and puts them aside too. "I can meet you, I know we were supposed to go over the proposal-- just give me a few minutes to change and--"

Vik is close enough to touch her now. Possessed by the way the light of the forge is gleaming on Jayce's skin, she does, pressing a fingertip to Jayce's arm. The muscle is incredible. She feels all shivery in a way she normally doesn't just seeing Jayce at fancy events, much as she might appreciate her beauty.

"Vik," Jayce says, strangled. "Seriously. Just. Half an hour. I'm a mess."

"I don't mind," Vik says. It's possible it comes out a little bit like a purr. She's been half -- more than half -- in love with Jayce for a long time but this, this raw appreciation, this is new. Jayce is sweating so much from her exertion that Vik can see the outline of her nipples through her shirt. She kind of wants to put her mouth on one, or just plant her face between Jayce's tits. Oh, dear.

Jayce gives a hysterical, terrified sort of laugh. "What?"

Finally Vik manages to look up from her chest and into Jayce's eyes. She looks... sort of nervous. Almost scared.

Vik takes a step back. "I'm... sorry. I am making you uncomfortable."

"No- no!" Jayce follows her, hands hovering around Vik's shoulders. "I just. You never--? And now--?"

"Please, breathe," Vik says, and Jayce takes a shuddering breath.

"I didn't think you liked me like that," she says. "And, I mean, now? Of all times? I'm not-- I'm not dressed, I'm a total mess, I need to shower and-- this can't possibly be what you want, at least let me, like, try--"

"Jayce." Vik really hates Piltover sometimes. She's also having Realizations. "Do you like wearing makeup?"

"What?"

"Do you," Vik repeats. "Like. Wearing makeup."

Jayce pushes her wet hair back from her face, looking bewildered. "I. No? What does that have to do with anything?"

Vik touches her arm again, trails her fingers up and over Jayce's shoulder, up her neck, to cradle her cheek in one hand. "It has to do with the way you've been dressing yourself in their colors and I much prefer you dressed in your own." She presses her thumb to Jayce's lower lip. "And comfortable."

She looks like herself now. Not clothed in the finery that suits Piltover's idea of respectability. Or womanhood.

"So you're saying..."

Vik leans up to press her lips to the corner of Jayce's mouth. Jayce, unhelpfully, seems too stunned to lean down and help her out. "I want you."

"Like this?"

"Mmhmm. Don't let them get in your head. You look incredibly hot."

"Okay?" She still seems bewildered, but rests her hands on Vik's hips. "If you say so, I believe you." She ducks her head, nosing along Vik's ear. "You were the one I really wanted to be looking, anyway."

"I am looking." She ought to have come to the forge sooner. "Have you finished your hammering? Would you perhaps like to get out your energy in another way?"

"Vik." When Vik looks up at her, Jayce is blushing, the slight darkening of her cheeks visible even in the warm light of the forge. "Am I at least allowed to shower first?"

"Do you absolutely have to?"

Jayce presses her lips to her cheek. The heat of her body sways in close to Vik, and Vik shudders. "You could come with me if you want?"

Vik hums. "I think I can accept this compromise."

"Alright. We'll go, then." She steps back, offering Vik her arm to lean on. Vik takes it.

Jayce looks surprised. "Normally you don't want my help."

"Don't be fooled. I'm feeling you up."

Jayce laughs. "Oh, okay. Go ahead, then."

Her forearm is, indeed, very muscular and nice to hold. Normally Jayce covers up so much. Vik wonders if she can convince her to start wearing backless dresses at events...

"You're not just trying to flatter me, are you?" Jayce says as they leave the heat of the forge and step out into the hall, a hint of insecurity in her voice. "You actually like me like this?"

"When have I ever flattered?" Vik asks. "I think you should dress like this, how you like, more often." Then she considers. "On second thought, don't. Someone will steal you."

Jayce laughs. "I doubt that." She seems pleased by the comment, though.

"Either way, I want you to myself." She presses her cheek to Jayce's arm, nearly overbalancing herself, but it's okay. It's nice anyway.

"You've always had me to yourself," Jayce says.

And Vik can't deny that she likes the sound of that.

[existaantbeing]

'double-decker river' is such an utterly absurd concept, and the fact that it came out looking so good is proof of my theory that the reason false and ren aren't more popuar as a duo is that they are simply too powerful

[gayofthefae]

"Do you ever feel like you're losing your mind?"

"Just like on a daily basis"

"Sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy"

"Me too"

[devoursjohnlock]

I am not writing Doctor Who meta (I am NOT), but despite being a Who fan before becoming a Holmes fan, I now read Doctor Who through a Sherlockian lens, because for well over a century that has the blueprint for Investigator + Companion, with Occasional Supervillain to Heat Things Up storytelling.

[and yes, because RTD and Steven Moffat are in each other's pockets constantly and having a really fun time about it.]

[and also, probably coincidentally, but nevertheless, because the Sherlock Holmes stories are timey-wimey in ways that cannot be logically reconciled.]

From a Sherlockian perspective, the great sin committed in designing Doctor Who was combining Holmes (the Investigator) and Watson (the Doctor) into a single character: the Doctor. This freed the creators up to have expendable "What do you mean?" characters as companions, which is normally the Watson role. The problem is that Watson is not just a "What do you mean?" guy. He's the narrator. He's responsible for the version of events in the lives of Holmes and Watson that reaches the audience. Which is canonically not the truth. There are always at least two parallel versions of events in play, if not three (depending whether the versions we read are the versions Watson describes having published), or—assuming Watson doesn't or can't transcribe other people's accounts verbatim—four.

So, as a Sherlockian, encountering a Doctor Who series in which "Who is telling the Doctor's story?" is subtextually a plot point is very interesting to me. This happening in a new era in which "bigeneration" becomes a thing is very interesting to me. Having multiple versions of the same story, perhaps as little as a hair's breadth apart, as manipulated by a character, is interesting to me. Having the myth of the character interfere with the character's reality is extremely interesting to me. Especially because the showrunner has a deep understanding the origins and the myths of the Doctor and, you know, a sense of humour.

Davies is aware of all of this and it just seems unlikely to me that he's not playing with it on some level.

[dailyfalsesymmetry]

day 3

cocoa on blue river raceway :]

[castor-redd]

A really dumb and messy comic where no-one is on-model (I'm so sorry Varric). Click the dropbox link (or here) for proper resolution or w/e idk how Tumblr hosts images.

My Hawke did really well in @becausedragonage’s Battle of the OCs :’)

Feat. @mythals-whore’s Cyri Mercar, who was out for blood from the get-go

(The other two who join Hawke in the land of the dead are Cianon (@/wardentabriis) and Madeleina (@/rookinthecrownest))

(If you saw me post this two seconds ago and then delete it shhhh I had to fix the image it was unreadable)