#its just UGH

[thevoidz-blog]

I dont want to be human anymore..

[clownery-and-fuckery]

Something that I love about the first episode of the Bad Batch is that literal minutes before his chip activates, Crosshair is all "nods but all cool-like" when Caleb introduces him. How could you hate him.

[implied-divinity]

like yeah i want a pervert to have sex with but i also want that pervert to be ny boyfriend????

[sizzleissues]

Constantly at war between

I am a writer. I love writing. Doesn’t matter what anyone says it’s what I am.

And

I spelt ‘lost’ as ‘lossed’ and didn’t cop it and my horrendous spelling throughout the entire essay knocked me down from A to B it was quite literally my only fault I know grammar and I just can’t spell for shit

[yapception]

i spent 7 and a half hrs on making those booknook things and im STILL NOT DONE

[dreamingofstarslight]

Man i cant wait for my current lead to step down 🫠

[doodmcguy]

my worry with the premonitions of Tumblr going under is the idea of moving to a new platform to keep with the community of little weirdos in my phone (I don't interact much but I do Like It Here) and the worry that the next platform that gets migrated to is built on the same "oh haha we'll figure the profit part out later" that has landed much of the modern web where it is today. I don't want to put energy into being part of a community somewhere else if that uncertainty of what happens when the initial capital runs out comes up again yk?

[necrotique]

ppl on tiktok are so reactive, its actually so annoying and for what? the crime of being "cringe" grow up and focus on things u actually like

[teaboot]

Sometimes at work it's not my place to tell people the things I want to say, and I find I often go home at the end of the rougher days to stand blankly in my shower and tell myself over and over what I wish I could pass on.

This accomplishes very little, and mostly just gives me a tension headache, but through it all I think I've narrowed myself down to a few solid things I'd like to tell people the most.

You can't change people. Not permanently, not for anythig. You can support them, encourage them, love them, give them tools and opportunities and resources, but you can't make them change. They can change themselves if they want to, but they have to want to, and they have to want it for themselves, because they're the only one that's certain to be with them forever.

For better or worse, you make your own choices, and blaming bad choices on others doesn't only work to absolve you of responsibility- it also robs you of control. Because if you say you only did something because I did something, then you arent only shifting blame- you're admitting that you cannot control yourself, that you cannot truly make choices for yourself, that other people can control you- and as long as you truly beleive that, you'll keep facing the same problems over and over. You'll keep letting others dictate your choices, because you'll beleive that they can, and you'll never be free.

White knights on horseback are from fairytales. Nobody can help you if ou're not willing to help yourself. To try, to put the dirty work in, to belive you're worth that effort- Act as though nobody is coming to save you. From a struggle, from pain, from bad relationships, from yourself. And when you do save yourself, because you will, because failure here isn't an option if you want to survive, you'll never find another dragon that can keep you prisoner.

Don't say anything to anyone that you wouldn't want them remembering forever.

Doing the right thing in bad circumstances is hard. It's the hardest thing. But if you make the choice to do that hard thing anyways, despite your fear, you'll go on the rest of your like knowing that you're the sort of person who did something.

The present only seems the hardest because the past I over and the future hasn't happened.

There's so much joy ahead of you, the kind you can't possibly understand until you see it yourself.

The responsibility of consequences is often disguised as the power of permission. "I won't do this if you help me", "I'll work on my anger if you do this for me", "I promised you I'd quit, but can I have just one?". The unspoken question is, "Can it be your fault if this goes badly?"

You cant make someone love you the way you need to be loved. Someone can love you very much and still be bad for you, even if you love them very much in return. Two people can love each other very, very much, and try their very best, and still be wrong for each other.

Sometimes being near to someone changes you, even in good ways, and the people you become don't fit together as well as the people you were.

Caring takes work. Even if it's real. Especially if it's real. And the most important gestures aren't the grand, poetic, songs-and-flowers-and-tears moments; they're getting out of bed even though you don't want to. Paying attention to things you don't enjoy. Scrubbing pans, or opening a window, saying "thank-you", or helping carry groceries into the house. The small things fill the big things- without the small, boring, mediocre things, big things feel hollow.

Thrre is honour and dignity in humble work.

If you are a cruel and spiteful person, then you will find every place you visit to be full of the same cruel, spiteful people. This is not because the world is as cruel as you, but because everywhere you are, you will be disliked. This is the curse that comes with being persistently cruel and spiteful.

If you are a kind and ppsitive person, you will repeatedly encounter kind and positive people, because as they grow familiar with you, they will be happier to have you near. This is the reward of being a kind and positive person.

When splitting paths with loved ones, briefly or forever, aim for your last words to always be "I love you".

[theoldkyokodied]

One wedding and three funerals

Background paintings under the cut

[devine-fem]

this ship isnt boring/bad, you guys don't get them like i do, i fear. if peter was a god, then wade would be his greatest disciple. if wade was an artist, then peter would be his muse. / Mario Puzo, The Godfather // it chooses you, miranda july // marcel proust // Terrance Hayes, The Same City // Eliza Crewe, Crushed // judas-redeemed // Mitski, I'm your man // u.k // Mitski, I'm your man // Richard Siken // Charlotte Eriksson Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself // u.k. // Noah Kahan You're Gonna Go Far // marilynne robinson, gilead

[balladoffairytales]

The more i see of the hate, the more im convinced some people went in wanting to hate the show. The hate is becoming really nitpicky and stuff where theyl say oh this is contradictory to the books where it isnt the case. Or they say they didnt portray something in the show when it was in the show. I can see there are valid reasons to dislike the show over but its going to far. I have literally seen one new nonsensical reason to hate the show every day since it started and im getting really tired of it.

Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but I genuinely do not understand the hateful posts about the show that I’ve been seeing. Like, did we even watch the same show? It was wonderful and fun and obviously created with so much care and thought and love, and I really truly love it. Was the show perfect? No! But few things are in this world, and the show was FUN and I know from the bottom of my heart twelve year old me would have been obsessed with it. And to the people saying the movies were better?! The movies?! Sorry but you’re just wrong.

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 1x05 - "Everybody Wants to Be My Enemy" ↳ "So what'll it be, man or woman?"

[analogboii]

the duality of seonghwa is absolutely bonkers like??? tf you mean this man

is the same as this man

like UGGHHHHH SEONGHWA THE MAN THAT YOU AAAAREEEEEE 🛐🛐🛐🛐

[grapefruit185]

he loves those dumb twins sm, the found family aspect of this show makes me go crazy!!!!!!!

(1st pic is referencing this post lol)

[attractthecrows]

let it also be said that I love the Mahariel + Lavellan worldstate. It's so haunted. You are Dalish, you are not a part of human culture, but by happenstance you're dragged into it and to the forefront of hell to save a world that hates and fears your people. You have no choice. You can never return to your home, to the familiar, to anything you've ever known. You will be an echo; Mahariel echoing Garahel, Lavellan echoing Mahariel. You're so proud of your Dalish heritage, but your identity doesn't matter at all. Doomed to be a martyr for a people that do not respect you and cannot understand you, while your clan mourns, lamenting that they cannot bury you, no life-tree to stand as your memory. You're a hero. You're already dead. You died the moment you left your clan.