#graduation woo!

[hitwiththetmnt]

Hey guys, been a bit busy lately so I thought I’d make a video to cope

I don’t talk much about my personal life, but to get where I am today took a lot of time and effort. I may not feel ready to take on the world but there’s always a part of me there to remind me I can

Song: A Place I Don’t Know by Daniel Olsén

[demonic0angel]

Graduating (click for clarity)

Take a crazy guess as to who graduated a few days ago (it was me 😌)

[lucknights]

happy pride

[zilluzion]

i did it!! this bunny is certified to contain digital media knowledge in their brain

[cherryblossomchronicles]

I'm halfway through the show, Queen of Tears, and something that I've seen floating across is the anti Hyun Woo sentiment regarding how he treated Hae In initially and was just trying to do it all for the will.

Something to understand here is that in situations such as his, where he was emotionally empty and just a shell of himself who was just functioning, he didn't have the bandwidth to understand the gravity of situation that was Hae In's terminal illness.

In Hyun Woo's mind, he didn't have Hae In's support anywhere, be it against his in-Laws or in the company. She is silent against her family and hostile and argumentative in the company. He doesn't know what all she does for him on the sly or in backstage. He is not aware and Hae In never made the effort to change that situation.

All that pressure, anxiety, gear and emotional drain took its toll on Hyun Woo's emotional capacity. Stuck in a state of constant negativity, his initial reaction to Hae In's illness might be a form of self-preservation. He shuts down completely, unable to process the additional emotional burden of her mortality.

Something to remember is also the fact, that although he was thinking of it, the one thing that pushed him to draft the divorce papers were the talk of their child, whose entire identity and life was being decided by Hae In's family while she had no opinion on that and couldn't care less. This entire situation fueled the fire of resentment burning within Hyun Woo. Here was Hae In, seemingly indifferent to the future of their potential child, the very thing that initially distanced them. It felt like a repeat of their early struggles, where her family held all the cards and Hae In remained silent, leaving him to battle alone.

This perception, however flawed it might be, explains his impulsive decision to draft the divorce papers. Exhausted and emotionally hollowed out, he saw the child issue as the final straw, a symbol of their inability to stand together. He might have been grasping at a desperate solution, a way to force a change in their dynamic, a cry for her to finally fight for him and their future.

Of course, this doesn't paint Hyun Woo as a hero. His actions were undeniably hurtful, a clumsy and emotionally charged attempt to solve a complex situation. But by understanding the immense pressure he was under, the constant negativity seeping into his core, we can see a flicker of vulnerability beneath his anger. He craved Hae In's support, her voice alongside his in the face of adversity. Perhaps, the divorce papers were a twisted plea for her to finally break her silence, to acknowledge his pain and fight for their future together.

Here's where empathy becomes crucial. While his actions are undeniably hurtful, it's important to consider if they stem from malice or a desperate attempt to cope.

Think about it this way: Imagine a cup overflowing with negativity. Hyun Woo's daily struggles with his in-laws, the lack of support at work, and the constant emotional strain have already filled his cup to the brim. When Hae In's illness is revealed, it's simply too much for him to handle at that moment. He doesn't have the emotional space to understand the gravity of her situation, let alone offer support. in fact, it's easy for him to consider her death as an easy escape since his capacity for empathy or his love for her was essentially buried under all that negativity.

[hoodedcrowart]

Flowers for you

[fa3tality]

ive had this finished for like, a week but i keep forgetting to post it. i hit an art block so im switching to pixel art for the time being

also i decided to redo my iterator designs because they weren’t the right blend of mechanical and organic material that i envision for them

the more i think about rain world the more attached i get to moon

i think she overtook pebbles as my favorite iterator rn

[miraclemaya]

I DONT HAVE TO DO A FALL SEMESTER

[ozlices]

woo young-woo sweetie look away while i beat ur mom's ass

[twistedsamuraiadvice]

Greetings, Readers.

As i write this, it is 11:39 pm, new years eve.

I am aware there is a pile of asks awaiting the new year, during which time it is the plan, having wrapped up a number of other projects, to reply to these more often.

As it stands, however, I have a duo of persons demanding my attention, and must move on, and so I bid you all, Adieu.

Happy new years.

-Simon Blackquill

[vonlycaon]

Here’s my take on artvsartist in 2023! ^^ ive been trying to do lots of rough painting this year

[derpinette]

this year i really had a module called "british culture" &i got my best grade on it out of all of them this semester

[cherryblossomchronicles]

ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT NOW IS WHEN HE REALIZES THAT HAE IN RENTED THE AQUARIUM AT THE TIME OF PROPOSAL??!!!

[grasstimes]

Cluster headache but I graduated so it’s worth it

[martianbugsbunny]

We Are Mandalorians: Our Love Must Be Forged (An AxePaz Fic)—Chapter 5

Howdy! In celebration of my graduation from college, you get to have Chapter 5 of this fic a day early!!! This chapter is longer, and I love it, so enjoy!

The jetpack was completely out of fuel. Axe groaned, with equal parts frustration at his supplies and physical exhaustion. Paz was heavy, and he remained unresponsive, making him about as helpful to Axe’s efforts as a crate of stew meat would be. Axe’s shoulder was sore, and his entire body was starting to feel the low from loss of adrenaline.

Still, he dragged Paz to the edge of the water and slowly began to wade in, feeling for the bottom of each step before putting his foot down. He’d heard what had happened when Din Djarin came to bathe in these waters; falling in and pulling Paz into the depths with him would be incredibly counterintuitive.

Some Children of the Watch claimed that the spirit of Mandalore the Great had permeated these waters, and that was why they were living waters. Axe had never put much stock in the myths of the other sects, but Paz had probably grown up hearing and believing in that legend, and if it was true, then perhaps Mandalore the Great would be willing to breathe new life into his fallen son.

“I bathe you in the living waters of Mandalore,” Axe said, his voice echoing off the cavern walls before dissipating into the darkness. He laid Paz flat across one of the higher steps, so that his body was submerged in an inch or two of water. He scooped some of it up in his hands and poured it across Paz’s chestplate. “I invite you back into the land of the living.”

The spirit of Mandalore the Great had to be addressed with respect. Axe was actually quite good with the ritual words of Mandalorian customs, but he hadn’t spoken any in a long time. The longer he was a Nite Owl, and the more poisoned his thoughts of the Watch had become, the less he had associated with the private rites that had once governed his life; the simple prayers to the ancestors for success in battle, the nightly chants of gratitude. Those were things the Children of the Watch were better known for observing, though the number of Nite Owls who also observed them, or who at least had at one point, were not as low as general conception suggested.

For a long moment, the sound of the water lapping against the steps was the only noise in the cavern. Axe stared at Paz, waiting for any small sign of life.

Just when he was starting to feel disappointment creep in, Paz turned his head, his breathing slightly louder. Axe could feel, although he couldn’t see, Paz’s eyes roving over his face. “You saved me,” he said, and it sounded very much like a question. “You came back.”

“Yes, well….”

“Why didn’t you go after the others?” Paz asked between coughs. Exhaling was fine, but inhaling seemed to cause him pain; he tensed almost his entire body when he did it.

“Among them, I’m one Mandalorian of thirty. There’s little I could do for them without following your example—and to be honest with you, I don’t want to die down here.”

“I owe you a debt,” Paz said. “I will fight by your side until it is repaid.”

Axe sighed, squeezing his hands together to wring some of the water out of his gloves. “I hate to break it to you, but we’re stuck together for the time being debt or no debt. I don’t know where the others are, but if you had to take the sacrifice play they can’t help us anyway.”

“You’re right about that. They barely escaped the fight; they might have been caught after I….” Paz flicked his hand as though trying to push the thought away. “If they got captured after that, I’ll never forgive them,” he said.

Axe laughed weakly. “I’m sure you wouldn’t,” he agreed. “If you’re feeling able, we should get moving. I don’t know if we were tracked, but I don’t want to lead Imperials to this place. They don’t deserve to set foot here.”

It took Paz a minute or two to get up from the ground. He refused help, although when they started walking, he didn’t seem too irritated that Axe was sticking close by his side, just in case. “Why are you here alone?” Paz asked, after a moment of silent walking. “You were supposed to be bringing reinforcements for the main recon party.”

“There are no reinforcements coming,” Axe said bitterly. “The ships were gone. Their signal was still active; I got high enough to pick it up, but it’s too long range for me to tell where they went.”

“How did you find me?”

“All these questions,” Axe grumbled. “You’re starting to sound like a foundling.”

Paz snorted, turning to look directly at Axe. “Woves. The others would be easier to locate, just by sheer numbers. Beskar signature, life signs, whatever. How come you found me and not them?”

“I was actually trying to find them—through you, but how could I know you stayed behind?” Axe scolded himself for being so avoidant of the truth. He was a Mandalorian with nerves of beskar, but he was acting like a fool. “I followed the tracker on my knife,” he said.

Paz’s hand went to the hilt of it, holstered in his gauntlet. “Clever,” he said.

It took a bit for Axe to realize Paz wasn’t surprised that he had Axe’s vibroblade. When he did, he grabbed Paz by the elbow, coming to a standstill. Paz gave a full-body shudder, and Axe pulled his hand away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—I didn’t know you had a thing about touch—”

“It’s not that.” So the injuries hadn’t been completely healed. Well, that was to be expected.

“So you knew the whole time you didn’t have your knife?” Axe went on, refusing to lose his train of thought. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?” Paz countered. “And if you noticed we swapped, why shouldn’t I?”

Axe almost smiled, then remembered he wasn’t wearing his helmet. If he couldn’t see whether or not Paz was smiling, then he surely wasn’t going to give anything away himself. “It’s just—a lot of Mandalorians are incredibly possessive about weapons,” he said. “Myself included.”

“You fight well, for a Nite Owl. Bringing your blade into battle with me seemed right, somehow. And I supposed when you said nothing to me, you were also pleased with the trade.”

Now he did grin. “Pleased?” he repeated. “I didn’t know you cared.”

He was almost certain Paz was rolling his eyes. “You are a fine warrior, Axe Woves, and what’s more I’m sure you know it. There’s no need to gloat.”

For once, Axe was glad Paz could see his face: he didn’t want Paz to miss his self-assured grin. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he said teasingly. “I saw what you did to those Imperials back there.” His tone became more serious. “That was very noble of you, Paz. You saved a lot of people. If any debts are owed, they are owed to you.”

[lunasilvis]

my brain is so so sloppy and rebellious today from writing reflection documents for university to 'demonstrate' that I dispose of the six communications professional competencies. I want to throw with chairs