#for the record.

[bonewhiteglory]

I’m enchanted by this gr9 illustration that my neurologist has on his office wall. one might say I’m edutained, even

[theminecraftbee]

So False is sitting, and there's a potion she doesn't know how she knows the ingredients to in a cauldron to the side, and downstairs she can hear that guy she hired in exchange for room and board snoring, and outside it's dark, and inside it's light, and there's a blood-red sign above her telling her to run away, she's the evil one, run away, and -

Right. Think about it. Her head hurts. She opened a chest and took a trident with her name on it that she's increasingly suspecting isn't actually hers and she looked at a map, and her head hurts. And her memories hurt. And she can't sleep. And she wants to remember.

(And she doesn't. She doesn't, she doesn't, she doesn't, she needs to. It's a process. Her dreams hurt.)

And she's standing there, and she's thinking, and the air smells a little like gunpowder, because the guy she'd hired already had more rockets than he had any right to, right, and he'd given her a book telling her that the person in the tower she didn't build was her in different clothes and they're watching her, they're going to hurt her, except maybe False is going to hurt them, it's not clear, and she's fine, she's good, she is, except her memories hurt and her sword is bloody and she cleaned out blood that had soaked straight through the mattress of her inn the other day and -

Sometimes, False is tired. Sometimes, she wants to look at these people who have been nice to her (and have yet to admit what they want and/or don't know what she is), and look at them and their arguments, and she wants to ask them:

Do you know what it feels like to be afraid?

Not just like - she's witnessed the others get startled. She vaguely remembers the sound of that archeologist mourning losing something he cared about, and that's similar, but - that's not what she means. That's temporary. That's not -

There's a type of being afraid that False is. She's been it since she woke up. It's the kind that sinks into your bones. And after a little bit, you get used to it, right? You get used to it, because it's always there. Except you don't get less afraid; you get better at ignoring being afraid. You get better at ignoring it right up until someone does something that reminds you how afraid you are, and it all comes crashing down on you at once, and then everything goes kinda fuzzy, and it's hard to remember when you are. That kind of afraid.

There's a type of being afraid that - the thing is you don't really live with it, because you can't, but you do, because you have to. And you know there's a reason you're afraid. False knows there's a reason she's afraid. But you aren't quite sure you remember the right reason. False isn't quite sure she knows what she's afraid of. And besides, even if you - she - False did, it wouldn't matter.

Because being afraid makes everything, like the fireflies outside and the stranger she hired snoring downstairs and there's a potion she shouldn't know the recipe for and she wonders if the False that her spy had reported is up in that tower, watching her, she's watching her, and her memories hurt. She hurts. She remembers what bruises feels like.

She thinks maybe she's running away.

She thinks maybe she's just -

She wants to ask the world if they know what it's like to be afraid, is all. To be afraid, and not know what you're afraid of. To be afraid, and finally remembering what's so scary.

She thinks maybe, if they could answer that, they'd understand. Maybe after that she'd be less frightened.

Or maybe there's no fixing it.

She hates that she left herself that sign in red; she wishes she could dream without waking up in pain; she, she, she doesn't know how to not be scared, and it's probably reasonable, so she won't ask for that not to be the case, and she'll keep her supply of hydrogen peroxide fresh for anymore mattresses she'll have to clean before it's over, and she'll dream, and maybe one day she'll wake up, and outside it is dark, and she is not asleep yet.

Somewhere in-between, she is. That's how it's always been, since the first time she woke up where she hadn't been the night before. Somewhere in-between.

And afraid, of course.

(She can't forget that.)

[i-am-a-fan]

you guys have NO faith in me. (In regards to how long it takes for me to accidentally set something on fire)

@hyperfixation-tangentopia @cryptidwithaninternetconnection

[stubbornlightoflife]

"I could make him better" "I could make him worse" well I could be his fourth divorce

[robocops-a-christ-allegory]

As of late Ive been doing alot of these Vigilante drawings with my paint markers and I like how they've been turning out. So quick Vigilante dump for everyone. Thank you

[abacus051601]

whats your women's history month statement (and explanation on why you hate women) 🎤

this is so mr. g coded

[pluralismajestatis]

The biggest and hardest to deal with problem with having a subsystem of siblings is that when you're blogging, you see something that pings (sibling x) so you tag it to them, and then (sibling x) pops up like "uhh that's actually - I don't really vibe with this - I know it vibes with me but I don't vibe - I don't know I really don't feel like having that in my tag even though it's obviously my jam"

and the (sibling y) is there like "yeah sorry actually it doesn't even vibe with you it vibes with me, give back my fucking post"

[meme-streets]

love me a guy who is greasy and limp and miserable-looking and kind of pathetic. like a soggy french fry

[roetrolls]

From befriending Marrie!

"Oh... Marrie..."

"I wonder what she is doing right now... The House of Restoration is far from here."

[xx-hail2theking-xx]

Damn, that's a hell of an endorsement, yeah. Shy may not gave meant it as one, but that's how it comes across.

(ﾉ×ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

[honnie-bunni]

I could kiss you. I could ACTUALLY kiss you OP.

art cheats

hello i am here today to not lose track of the art cheats i have discovered over the years. what i call art cheat is actually a cool filter/coloring style/way to shade/etc. that singlehandedly makes art like 20 times better

80’s anime style

glitch effect

glow effects

adding colors to grayscale paintings

foreshortening ( coil )

foreshortening ( perspective )

clipping group (lines)

clipping group (colors)

dramatic lighting ( GOOD )

shading metal

lighting faces

that is all for today, do stay tuned as i am always hunting for cool shit like this

[blueskittlesart]

i’ve started babysitting for a VERY christian family which is great because they pay me a lot of money but as someone who was raised almost completely agnostic it’s kind of insane. the 2 year old keeps asking me to read her stories from the bible. (why are we reading david and goliath to a 2 year old????) the 5 year old told me today that he was going to bring his legos to heaven with him. he also has repeatedly told me that the lego spaceships he builds are stronger than jesus. (not sure what to say to that. do i deny it??? are things allowed to be stronger than jesus??) had to stop myself mid sentence today because i almost told them im not going to heaven which would DEFINITELY have caused several meltdowns. they’re also both completely fascinated by my nose ring

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[soupevil]

Video of me trying to write the number 3 in professor layton game for 1 minute

[codecicle]

I'M NOT AN ALLY. WE ARE TRANSGENDER AND A FAG. JUST FOR THE RECORD

queer people on this site really make me feel like a confused straight guy at pride. the discourse here could kill a man