#its so. the weight of it.

[yume-fanfare]

the change from daikirai na hazudatta -> unmei no hito datta is making me lose it

[hinamie]

morning glory

[chloesimaginationthings]

The moment FNAF movie Vanessa knew she fucked up

[oars]

[ispyspookymansion]

its really wild how many movies and tv shows are just like, obscenely skinny. how many casts are representative of the average population, if you sampled a crowd in a normal store or on a train? how many actually “average” bodies do you see on screen? how often are the stomachs shown flat or concave, how often are the thighs all muscle no fat, how often are the jawlines and cheekbones totally sharp and not covered by even a hint of softness? its bizarre and offputting whenever you start looking at media with that in mind

[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".

[aslyran]

Visions

[luck-of-the-drawings]

posted this forever ago as part of a bigger compilation BUT i think it deserves to stand on its own. i was gonna add more color BUT that didnt happen; thus it doesnt translate aswell that hes freezing the water around him. BUT now you aware and you can see it. you can see it

[suntails]

new plushie just dropped

[dinoserious]

few yrs old sketches i went n spruced up, was thinking of them. tynamo line variant based around the possible influence of haikouichthys on tynamos design, with the other two evolutions based around other fossil fish (eelektrik -> sacabambaspis, eelektross -> dunkleosteus), with tynamo staying the same

[missinglaterals]

The epicness of 'just some guy' fashion

[hinamie]

picked up an old pen

[alarainai]

'the courage of stars'

fluff, wc: 700+. for: @messymoony ♡

Regulus is staring intently in the bathroom mirror.

James isn’t judging him, of course. Regulus is beautiful, and he can understand the appeal completely. After all, James thinks he spends at least three-quarters of his life watching Regulus do mundane things and being completely enamoured by it.

But Regulus isn’t staring at himself with fondness. If anything, he looks a bit angry. Like he’s having a telepathic battle with his own reflection. And, while it is rather endearing, James is starting to get slightly worried.

It only takes clearing his throat for Regulus to turn and look at him.

“I have a confession,” Regulus says.

That’s ominous. James leans his weight against the bathroom door and raises a single eyebrow. He can’t imagine it’s anything truly terrible, but there does seem to be some underlining panic to Regulus’ words.

“I’ve been lying to you,” his beloved boyfriend of two months continues, “And it’s starting to become uncomfortable, so I’ve decided I’m not doing it anymore.”

James snorts, “I’m happy to know your tolerance for lying to me only lasts a couple of months, baby. And whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not the end of the world.”

Regulus looks disbelieving and scowls at James as though expecting some sort of argument. When he gets none, his shoulders slump in defeat and he turns, crouching and rummaging through his bathroom cupboard for something. James isn’t particularly sure what he keeps in there – he’s only slept over at Regulus’ place three times, and he’s been rather cagey about his belongings.

Eventually, Regulus stands up again with a small, oddly shaped container.

“Remember, I’m still me, okay?”

Before James can truly take in the dramatics of Regulus’ words, his boyfriend is reaching up to his eye with his index finger. For a moment, James is terrified that Regulus will poke his eye out and reaches forward with a reluctant hand.

Until he sees something.

A lens.

James’ gaze goes towards the mirror to take in Regulus’ reflection, and all of his thoughts screech to a halt as a deep brown eye blinks back at him. A very stark contrast from his other eye, still a steely grey that is a known characteristic of the Black family.

Regulus gives James a couple of seconds to adapt before he takes out the other contact lens, popping them both in that unusual container. Then he turns, looking up at James like he’s waiting to be shouted at.

And James is left to stare at this new discovery with a racing heart.

His eyes are warm, endless, with flecks of dark amber around the iris that somehow catch in the too-bright bathroom lamp.

“Now, I know this is a bit of a change,” Regulus starts, fiddling with the sleeve of his jumper. Of James’  jumper. “But I just couldn’t wear contacts to sleep anymore. It dries out my eyes, and it’s ridiculously uncomfortable. So, you’re just gonna have to deal with this when we stay at each other’s places. I’ll wear them when-”

“How the fuck did you get hotter?”

Regulus falters at the interruption, staring up at James with wide eyes. Wide, fucking gorgeous, eyes.

“Seriously,” James continues, taking Regulus’ face in his hands and tilting it upwards, “It’s unfair. You can’t keep doing this to me. My brain is going to melt. Regulus, why the fuck do you wear contacts?”

“My… my family has grey and blue eyes.”

“I don’t care what your family have,” James tells him, “Regulus. They’re beautiful.”

“Oh.”

It’s ridiculous – James can tell that Regulus was honestly expecting a worse reaction. As though James has ever found Regulus anything less than perfect. With a quiet laugh, James leans down and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, smiling when he hears the love of his love let out a content hum.

When he pulls back, he’s grinning, “Can’t believe you risked damaging your eyes because you cared about my opinion.”

Regulus pouts briefly and pulls him back down for another kiss before James can start mocking him. James mourns the fact that he can’t see Regulus’ eyes anymore, but he doesn’t mind too much.

He’ll have the rest of his life to compliment them anyway.

[wtfforged]

redraw again i couldnt help myself this one was so cute

[beaulesbian]

"The world should have protected you, but you have been asked to protect it. What an honor. What an injustice." - NADDPOD, Bahumia campaign ep. 97 (x)

[canonkiller]

abjectly refuse to romanticize weight loss and malnutrition. that shit kills you. to starve yourself is crippling¹ even in the ""bearable"" "well I'm just hungry less" / "other people have it worse" / "it's only a few skipped meals" / etc ways. you have this fucking life and that's it so please if you do nothing else allow yourself to actually be alive in it. do you hear me? take your supplements and multivitamins and eat breads and meats and vegetables and fats and sugars and shit that just fucking tastes good okay? thank you