#i love you too much to simply quit

[canisalbus]

AU where there is some sort of zombie-like (maybe something like a rabid vampirism?)

Where one of the boys is bit/infected and desperately wants the other to join them, while also wanting to resist?

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[tacroyy]

LMAO YELLING!!! this is from diana wynne jones to her editor—

Dear Miriam, I have been on the phone to Terry Pratchett who sent me a rough draft of a story which is going to be very good, but he is very anxious to know at what stage in the process he actually gets the money.

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 4 :)

[itspileofgoodthings]

thinking about the bridge of the smallest man who ever lived again. Not a line that doesn’t snap.

[amiharana]

ok but it's so homophobic that of all the champions' powers, revali's is the only one that when you use it, he doesn't say anything. like mipha says "it is my pleasure," daruk and urbosa both make like a "ha!" sound, but revali literally says nothing 🙁

i opened up the game just to prove you wrong because revali actually says "hmph!" when his gale is activated 🤓🤓🤓🤓 SO. KJDHFKJSDF

but you're technically right that revali actually doesn't say any actual words, so i'd either attribute it to his pride or his gay panic. the pretty boy you were in love with back then and is also your sworn rival with whom you have an emotionally intimate but complicated relationship with calls upon your help and they expect you to SPEAK? nawww but revali has too many things he'd want to say and none of it would fit within the few seconds he has with link when his gale is called upon. i also imagine that if the gale was something that revali was barely able to perform consistently when he and link met, maybe activating the gale still takes a lot of effort on revali? especially because he has to produce enough wind to carry link, a heavy hylian in comparison to the hollow-boned rito, skywards, thus no words when he's called upon because he's too busy concentrating. but he's also dead so maybe it's not difficult and revali himself is just being a difficult shithead.

imagine link bringing it up when he visits revali's ghost on medoh again and he's like Mipha always says it's her pleasure how come you never say anything like that to me 🙁 and revali's just like. You called up on my gale to get onto someone's roof. What the hell would be pleasurable about that.

[theinfinitedivides]

there's a difference between being bored and finding things to amuse yourself and being bored and hunting down human beings for sport. can we tell the princess that real quick

[memorys-skyscraper]

while watching someone's y7 playthrough it struck me just how moron-heavy the series is as a whole, so i thought itd be fun to rank the relative intelligence of a sampling of characters and i came up with this

[clockworkbibliophile]

do you ever get so unbearably inexhaustibly heart wrenchingly lonely that u reach out to everyone u were ever close with in ur life and then break down sobbing in tears bc nothing is the same and nothing will ever be the same again

[death-and-the-codein-scene]

Girl who’s stuck in a time loop but doesn’t want to leave because she’s mastered 4 new languages and many new crafts and is having the time of her life just being able to relax without the pressure of modern society. One day she decides to hang out with her friends because it’s been a quite few loops since shes hung out them only to find out she’s now unrecognizable to them and think she’s pulling a bit. Now she has to decide between leaving the comfort and security of the time loop where she can’t have any more meaningful relationships or leaving the loop and having to start over because she can’t possible continue as things were

[pentanguine]

The next time I’m tempted to have a robust social life, someone remind me: DON’T

[gottagobuycheese]

there’s got to be a faster way to play this game but How

[jaythelay]

We need more AmazingAtheist centric content to get Gen Z men on our side and I'm not fucking kidding.

If you want GenZ Ya'll gotta get comfortable saying the N word and being less hostile towards other verbiage and I'm Not Even Kidding.

If you want the Gen-Z vote you're going to have to focus on the shit Republicans do and not Who to Protect/Stand up for and I'm Not Even Kidding.

If you want the Gen-Z vote you're going to have to "Brigade", Infiltrate, and make a Twitter account, and spam what Republicans actually think and I'm Not Even Kidding. (This is what they've been doing the whole time)

We need to pop these echobox's bubbles through sheer information shoving. If they thought any ideology was being crammed down their throats? You need to show them what that's like but in reverse, show what they believe, what they have done and plan to do, in broad daylight. Go to r/conservative and act like you're excited about a part of Project 2025 that you Know they'll disagree with. Go on Twitter and post under any Republican's page the same thing. Make their Ideology Horrifying And Public.

Make Them Self-Reflect.

Make Leftism Cool.

[kavehater]

Yikes not me turning aplatonic again :/

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

[poppyseed799]

I have this problem that’s like the opposite of nostalgia or something where some things I remember liking a lot as a child I look back and only remember the bad times.

This is specifically about Animal Crossing, loved that game as a kid, but I have literally no idea why, cuz it was just pure hell for me from what I can remember.

[safyresky]

This morning Richard and I had to go on a wee little drive to pick up some coins my dad bid on, and we ended up leaving late because my body hates me, anyway, a very Blinter interaction occurred betwixt the two of us and if I don't share it I think I will surely. Perish