#good night all :)

[glitchmel]

Drew Shyne's version of Paperjam for her bday! It's kinda late but I still wanted to draw

I've been working on more dynamic poses and I think this one turned out pretty well! It's fun to challenge myself a bit :3

Paperjam belongs to 7goodangel

[secretpremonition]

Life lately

[broomsick]

Cook a hearty meal in honor of Thórr. Don’t ask any questions just do it.

[animentality]

Depression and ADHD took away my ability to enjoy novels a long time ago, when I was 18.

I used to be a big reader. Ever since I was a kid, I'd plow through hundreds of books a year, no joke, no hyperbole. I was raised by an older mom, who didn't let me watch TV or use the internet until I was about 12, so books were the thing I loved most, aside from games I could play on the Gameboy Advanced or the SP or the Nintendo DS.

But books I could read under the desk at school. Books I could smuggle more places. I always had a hyperactive imagination. It was like watching a movie or a tv show in my head. I was a child perpetually lost in day dreams and fantasies.

I could read anything at all. Romances, historical fiction, fantasy, science fiction, literary.

I snapped up just about any story I could get my hands on.

But then I became a teenager, and then I showed symptoms of depression.

And I still read books, but in lesser numbers.

I read less and less every year.

And then I went to college. And then things just got worse.

I stopped watching movies, which were something I used to adore. I couldn't, literally could not, watch TV shows. I couldn't muster enthusiasm for anything at all.

I played video games, but they didn't make me happy. They didn't stimulate my imagination or give me joy.

They were just something I could use to while away my time in between the agonizing bouts of loneliness and apathy.

If I didn't have them, I would just be lying in my bed, in the utter darkness, staring up at the ceiling, wishing there was something, anything at all, that I cared about.

So I got my BA and master's degree, and all the while, every day, I asked myself why I did anything at all. Why I was not happy.

Why I didn't care about anything.

Just about the only thing I cared about was the books I was writing, and even them, I felt this horrible notion that they were all I had, and yet, that was nothing. They were as empty as I was.

So anyway.

One day, I started researching bridges to throw myself off of.

And uh. Well. Not to go into any gory details, but there was one friend I had, a long distance internet friend, who got concerned and sent some of my more troubling messages to my mom.

Who then took me to a hospital. And anyway, that part actually isn't important. All that matters is that I got medicated.

And the world sort of turned itself over, and I could start over.

And then suddenly the world wasn't brighter, it wasn't happier, but I could feel things again.

I could have interests. I was interested in everything, the way I used to be.

And then I started to love movies again. and then I started to love TV shows again (Cocaine Bear and Severance come to mind first, not sure why, but that's irrelevant, I guess).

And finally, we come back...to novels.

So this year, I have been reading books. Great books. Some bad books.

And some wonderful.

And I just wanted...to talk about The Night Circus.

by Erin Morgenstern.

Because this book...was breathtakingly good. Like.

Like...I have been out of practice.

I have been reading some decent books. Books with great premises, but disappointing follow throw.

Some great books, but with predictable twists or rather tired prose. Books that I liked, but won't think about again.

And then I read Night Circus. And suddenly, I...I knew what it felt like. Again.

For the first time in maybe seven years, I suddenly remembered this feeling I used to have, as a child, hiding behind a bush during recess, and reading Redwall or Animorphs or Goosebumps.

I was almost giddy with the feeling, it was like stepping back in time.

Back to before I started hurting, and even before I started feeling nothing at all, and everything felt so bright. So filled with lively colors.

I was vibrating, I was so emotional, I was so invested.

I literally was about to go to bed at 2 am, a reasonable time, but the Night Circus picked up, and it was suddenly so imperative that I finish it right now. I could NOT tear myself away.

And I am close to tears.

Not just because the book was wonderful and sad.

Honestly, this is hilarious to me, but as much as I loved the book, I still found myself criticizing some of its makeup, specifically slow pacing and some of the meandering. There was also a somewhat anti climatic solution to a problem that I sort of wish had been explained sooner as a possibility.

But honestly, it doesn't matter at all! All that mattered was that it thrilled me! It fascinated me! It spoke to me directly and grabbed a hold of my heart.

It tore me away from what I was planning on doing and dragged me into its world, in its pages, and I was moved by the book!

It's so fucking hard to move me! Especially a novel.

Movies and TV shows can move me much easier, because there's something so very human about needing to see faces, hear voices, experience the raw emotions through a screen that captures it all.

But this novel....Night Circus...oh my god, I had not felt so powerfully fond of a story in a long time.

I finished it, and I thought, this was what it was like, being ten...and yet, at the same time, as familiar as it was, it was also something new.

This was rediscovering something beautiful and lovely and old and new. It was drudging up the past, while creating something worthwhile, in the present.

It was the good kind of hurt.

It'll stay with me forever.

I was so happy. I am so happy.

I never expected to love this book so much.

I honestly don't even care to call this a review. I almost don't even want to talk about the specifics of its plot or its world or anything.

I just wanted to talk about how wonderful it felt to be so immersed in anything again.

To fall into a book and never want to leave its pages, and to be jarred by reality, when you realize it's over.

I am so glad to be happy, after that long dull period where nothing mattered.

I am so happy to be here. I am so happy to be alive.

To watch a good movie, to see a good show, to write novels where good things happen, where love and despair and joy and misery all happen.

To read a spectacular book, late into the night.

If I die tomorrow, I will be most disappointed, but at least, I could experience the best things in life again.

At least, I remembered in the night before my passing, what it felt like to be inspired and shaken by the creation of another person, to be touched by art, that moves you and changes you irreversibly.

I want to read more.

I want to be alive for as long as I possibly can.

I want to see the world change and I want to live every day of my life and I want to watch every good movie and every good tv show, and I want to read hundreds of books again. I want to write thousands of books.

And I don't know how you, in particular, found me or this post, but I hope whoever you are, you're also doing things that you like.

I hope you find that story you need. or make the story you need.

I hope you remember this feeling, and experience this feeling for the first time.

Maybe Night Circus is your book, maybe it's not, but either way, I wish it upon all. Upon everyone.

Read, write, draw, watch, create.

Do it all, and then do none of it, and go the fuck to sleep.

[corpsentry]

word

[mmmmalo]

Karkat lactation posting. Good way to cap off the evening

[appleciders]

"How do you drown a frog?" "Milk!"

[51lver]

what a stupid action (race) I’m going home (to bed)

[mousebitecel]

hrm (wip)

[unqompleted]

someone please befriend my son :”

[damn-daemon]

Chapter Seven A Lesson on Dangerous Things

"My Prince," she said with a bow of her head. He was smirking, always amused. No doubt her propriety was humorous to him, but they were within the walls of the Red Keep, and her voice would be heard in places she could not see. "What are you doing here at this late hour?"

"Lurking, as you would say," Daemon replied, stepping beside her. He was wearing the colors of his house, as he always seemed to, black and dark red that served to further pale his skin and hair. "I wanted to discuss my visit to the North."

"Here I had thought you'd forgotten."

"Thought or hoped?" he asked, staring down at her with half a smile.

"Both are unspoken. Pick whichever pleases you, My Prince."

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[badcountryofficial]

My name is Flynn. Today I feel like a keepsake upon a shelf.

Sometimes I am a relic.

Sometimes I am a girl.

Always I am wise.

I ask the universe "what does it mean to be loved?"

The answer is a keepsake upon a shelf.

[broomsick]

I know I’ve mentioned this before so I might be repeating myself here, but it is such a privileged to worship Eir. She has blessed me and my loved ones more than I can say, with the gift of good health. I’m sorry to say I’ve never really dedicated anything major to her, only ever making the simple offering every once in a while. But I’ve prayed to her sincerely, almost embarrassed that I’d not devoted more time to her and yet, she answers every single time. Almost systematically, she helps and blesses with kindness beyond words.

She is proof that sincerity and love go a long way when it comes to deity work. Offerings don’t work like currency, they don’t need to be grand in order to be sincere. And I think prayer works like asking for help: not demanding, but asking, makes a world of difference.

[starlene]

Trying to scan my latest Utterson/Jekyll masterpiece, for a moment there, it really looked like my trusty old scanner had broken down for good.

I've never been one to believe in signs, but yeah. Yeah.

I think I'll just call it a day and go to bed now.

[sailor-brunette]

Late night posting...anyway...I watched the first episode of the Apothecary Diaries a few weeks ago. I liked it. But I wasn't gonna watch more because it's technically classified as a seinen,not shoujo. But I've been thinking about it. And the protagonist is female...and we need more well written female protagonists in shounen/seinen. Besides,the manga is listed as shoujo,if I remember correctly. So I will watch more. Also will get the manga/light novels. The manga is already in print and the light novels are coming to print in May. So should be fun.

[find-the-path]

last line challenge! thanks for the tag, @thalion71 :D

Smells of cooking meat and tall hedges drift from the fairgrounds, and the clean scent of sun-warmed grass rises all about him.

no-pressure tagging @o-lei-o-lai-o-lord @mozart-the-meerkitten and anybody else who wants to join in :D