#i like crafting the words!

[technicalthinker]

The fight with applying for jobs is like. I find a job that really feels perfect. But because of high competition I doubt Ill get it.. but still I put my soul into the application because I don't want to think I fumbled the dream job because I didn't bother with the application, and I can actually justify applying to it because it really is a good fit, writing the cover letter makes sense even.

Tho through this process I am also aware that I will likely not even get a no from them, just radio silence as reward.

[merrigel]

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward

[mechanicalinfection]

"Who's my good boy?"

[sableeira]

there is something about magic systems that borrow from a specific craft that makes them so special. Maybe it’s because they feel more tangible and it’s very easy to get swept away by the passion for the craft that is clearly written on every page.

Whether it’s the art based magic system in Witch Hat Atelier. Or the translation based magic system in Babel. Or the alchemy/chemistry based magic system in Fullmetal Alchemist.

The relation to a specific craft makes the characters passion for their magic feel so personal and relatable. Because there is magic in art, in translation, in chemistry and any other craft that people partake in. The magic system becomes a love letter towards creation and everyone who creates and there is nothing world building wise that could be more charming.

[ghoulish-art-tendencies]

i just realised one day the “dont cry craft art is important” shirt is going to end up in a thrift store, and some art kid will buy it thinking its the cutest thing ever! not knowing they just bought demonic merchandise from a homoerotic couple

[jojo-schmo]

Gently kisses you like you’re my greatest treasure, my most precious partner

bonus for top right doodle:

[codacheetah]

The start of the Loop segment of the Siffrin & friends twitter QNA, and the message that flipped Loop's answers from silly to dodgy and blatantly upset.

Loopchat from speaking to Loop 20+ times.

Certified Loop dysphoria post

[chimerahyperfix]

You are a scientist. You like testing theories, making hypothesis. Working with dangerous materials that get you scolded. You are a scientist, and you are also a writer! You’ve swung at a few things before: sappy poems, work papers, crab, you’ve even attempted a horror short at Mirabelle’s inquiry. You’re favorite thing to write, though, are just basic letters.

You like to write letters. It's easier, to you, to write your thoughts on a piece of paper and hide it somewhere the recipient can find than to tell them what you think face-first. You’ve done it for years, long before you even came to the House to learn about the Change religion. A childhood habit that’s rolled over through your life like a wave on the sea.

So, of course, when time begins to loop, you write. Many, many letters. They all get lost to time when it twists back, and now, many loops in, that leaves a hole in your heart and a spot in your brain you can’t itch, for the words of each letter are mostly forgotten before you fight the King. It’s… fine, you guess? You can word things as many ways as you need to. Anything described can be described some more, after all.

For the first handful of loops, you wrote the same letters. Rather sappy, lovey things, your specialty. The furthest depths of your heart smeared onto a page for eternity, for you love and love and love, and you want those around you to know it.

Though as time trudges on, the same twenty four hours over and over in a nice single circuit built for it to run through, built by wishes and stars and twisted leaf-baring branches, so do your thoughts; therefore your letters move so, too, to adapt. More theoretical things. Questions. Ifs, ands ors buts and whys. Sadder ones after the bad loops, wailing and endlessly upset and mourning those who froze and those who were killed for standing in the King's way.

They get angrier as time goes on. More enraged. Wrath melts into the corners, edges fold and tear and warp under the weight. You stop delivering them, because you're here in this time loop hell to protect the ones you love, and you'd just make it worse if you gave them a letter like that.

You write a scathing letter, once. You write it after an absolutely abysmal loop, ending with blood and tears and probably the loudest you've ever screamed. It flows onto the page easily, and you leave it out on your desk, because you were hungry and hadn't eaten that loop with how beside yourself stressed you were.

Mirabelle finds it. Asks you, quite worried, if you're okay. You must've said something, and it had to be bad, because she flinched away from you like you'd tried to light her ablaze.

You panicked. Time looped.

Never again.

You hide them, after that. Shoved in your pillowcases or in piles of books, stacks of other papers. In the barrels. When you write only one or two you shove them in a bottle and push them to the back of your potions.

You're a shedding snake, a leopard changing its spots. Time is your prisoner and you are it's, and that melts into you as a human being until you are flesh and blood and twenty four hours that shouldn't continue.

Words spill from you, your mind, onto the page. You don't read them anymore. Just write and write and write, and tuck them away and pray no one finds them. You long for the days you could sit and write sappy love letters-- and sometimes, you still do them, but they're tinged with something, regret or rage or the absolute despair you feel, they're wrong, so they're tucked away as well. Letters just wrong, noticeably so. You’d be asked what’s wrong. Cornered. You can hear it now, “What’s wrong? What does this mean?” And all you can think of is the horrors you’ve seen.

One of these loops, whenever you get out, you expect to have a pile of ramblings with time-burnt letters and tear-stained edges. Whenever you get out, if there are any, you'll burn them. As a rite of passage, or something. A Change. Because time changed you, and the less people have to know about it the better. You can't get rid of your rotten voice or the tiredness in your bones or the way your brain has twisted to think, but you CAN get rid of letters.

You like to write. The horrors you write, of twisted time and dying and what being frozen in time is like— it can go. No one needs to know. No one WILL know. It’ll all fall on you, like every other crabbing thing in the time loops. And that’s okay, it’s enough.

[aria0fgold]

Finally done with my version of The Universe's design!

[wiihtigo]

these frauds

[six-of-cringe]

So the "Jesper is Wylan's sugar baby" jokes don't bother me TOO badly, but they irk me slightly because they're pretty much based on the fact that no one knows what an allowance is beyond the context of "spending money a parent gives to their child". An allowance in business is an amount of money given to someone for a specific business-related expense, so the "allowance" mentioned at the end of CK is just the amount of money they budgeted to put into the stock market, which Jesper is in charge of. Because you know, he's smart and also Wylan's business partner, not his incompetent pet. Ok maybe the jokes bother me some

[bluespring864]

So I've woken up to tennisblr once again being justifiably angry about gifs and art and memes and text posts getting stolen but at the same time I have also seen a ton of very beautiful photos posted without photographer credit, often by the same people who keep saying how bad it is to steal gifs and how much effort is going into them. And I do know I'm guilty of the same hypocrisy... Especially when I add photos that I've saved ages ago to a post or find photos on another platform where they've been posted without credit and then end up putting them on my blog anyway. If a photo doesn't have a watermark (and I can absolutely understand people not wanting to put one on them) the credit will very often be lost at some point along the way. But at the very least if you're getting a photo form a place that credits the photographer, it would be great to add that credit on your post, too! Photography is an art as well and a lot of work goes into it.

[sschmendrick]

I wish there was something we could do to give back to Forever as a community. I wish we could give him something to show you how much we respect him, what he did and what he offered us. I wish we could give him something so big and so profoundly based in the community that we could send back to him all the dedication and work and present the intense gratefullness we have for what he did for us. What I'm saying might not make much sense or sound too much but man...I'm shaking. I was vibrating this whole week, but seeing this video is such a powerful fist in the face of how GRAND this was. And I want to give back just as much. I want us to shaking him to his core the way he did us.

[pointyfruit]

I'd like more people from different fandoms to follow me. More people could understand what I am talking about. If you like (preferably) more than one of these, hiiii! Helloooo :D Stay?

Cult of the lamb

FNAF

The DCA

The Amazing Digital Circus

Poppy playtime

Smiling critters

Undertale

I fluctuate between all of them frequently. The dca is the most prevalent. My fixation on Cult of the Lamb has peaked recently, though.

[francesderwent]

so full of insane manic wedding prep energy that I...wrote 1100 words of my novel??

[ellatholmes]

words to use when writing:

sludge, slop, glug, womble, antidisestablishmentarianism, wenis

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